All Chapters of Falling For My Surrogate Mistress : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

A Step Into the Unknown Fiona and Darwin didn’t speak as they left the airstrip. The weight of everything that had happened—the fights, the betrayals, the victories—still clung to them. But for the first time, it wasn’t a burden. It was a reminder. A lesson. They had survived. Now, they had to figure out how to live. The ride back to the city was quiet, the hum of the engine the only sound filling the space between them. Fiona watched the world blur past the window, her thoughts tangled. A fresh start. She had said those words, had meant them, but starting over wasn’t as easy as just saying it. What did a fresh start even look like for her? She had spent years pretending to be someone else, living under false names, running from shadows. Who was she without the fight? Without the need to constantly look over her shoulder? Darwin’s voice pulled her from her thoughts. “We should talk about where we go from here.” Fiona turned to him, searching his face. “You mean us?” He nod

A New Routine Fiona had never imagined what a normal life would look like for her. For so long, every day had been about survival—dodging enemies, escaping traps, and planning her next move before the past could catch up to her. Now, for the first time in what felt like forever, she woke up in the same bed for more than a few nights in a row. It was… strange. Her new apartment was modest—far from the luxury she had grown accustomed to during her time with Darwin, but that was exactly why she had chosen it. Tucked away in a quiet part of the city, it was the kind of place where people minded their own business, where she could be anonymous for once. No grand mansions, no security guards, no constant looking over her shoulder. Just her. Well, and Darwin. “You keep staring at your coffee like it holds the meaning of life,” he commented from across the small kitchen table, a smirk tugging at his lips. Fiona blinked, realizing she had barely taken a sip. “Maybe it does,” she mutte

A Meeting with Shadows Fiona stepped into the dimly lit lobby of the Kingston Grand Hotel, a five-star establishment known for hosting the city’s elite. The marble floors gleamed under soft golden lighting, and a faint scent of expensive cologne and freshly brewed coffee lingered in the air. Her heels clicked against the polished surface as she moved toward the elevator. She had dressed carefully—professional, poised, but not ostentatious. A fitted black blazer over a deep emerald blouse, paired with sleek trousers. It was a subtle armor, one she had learned to wear when facing men like Andrew Lennox. Her grip tightened around her clutch as she stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the twenty-second floor. Lennox had chosen a private suite for their meeting. That, in itself, told her everything she needed to know—he wanted discretion. The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, revealing a plush hallway lined with dark wood paneling and gold accents. A waiter

A Race Against Time The city was just beginning to stir when Fiona, Darwin, and Marcus left the penthouse, slipping into the black SUV Marcus had waiting outside. The streets were quiet, the usual morning rush still an hour away. Fiona’s grip tightened around the flash drive in her pocket. There was no more time to hesitate. “Thalassa is expecting us,” Marcus said from the driver’s seat as they pulled away. “She’s already setting up secure servers to analyze the files.” Darwin nodded, staring out the window. “Good. We need to know exactly what we’re dealing with.” Fiona exhaled. “We already know enough.” They had proof of corruption, of backdoor deals that spanned countries. But more importantly, they had a target on their backs now. Darwin turned to her. “Knowing isn’t enough. We need a plan that doesn’t get us killed.” She looked at him, a ghost of a smile touching her lips. “That’s assuming there is one.” His expression darkened. “There is. And we’re going to find it.”

A Dangerous Game The dim glow of the safe house only working lamp cast long shadows across the room. Fiona, Darwin, Marcus, Thalassa, and Lennox stood around a makeshift war table, studying the blueprints Marcus had pulled up on his tablet. Nathan Greaves’ hideout was a fortress—multiple entry points, but all heavily guarded. Surveillance cameras covered every inch of the perimeter. Armed men patrolled the docks where Greaves ran his operations, smuggling weapons and laundering money. This wasn’t just about revenge anymore; Greaves was rebuilding his empire. And they had to stop him before it was too late. Darwin tapped a section of the map. “Here. This alleyway behind the warehouse is a blind spot. It’s our way in.” Thalassa leaned over, examining it. “That gets us close, but what about the security detail?” Lennox cracked his knuckles. “I still have a few contacts who aren’t loyal to Greaves. If we create enough of a distraction, some of his men might back off.” Marcus smirk