All Chapters of Falling For My Surrogate Mistress : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

A Life Rebuilt The early morning light filtered through the curtains, casting golden streaks across the bedroom. Fiona stirred, her body still adjusting to the rhythm of motherhood. She could hear the soft rustling of sheets beside her as Darwin shifted, already awake, watching their newborn daughter sleeping peacefully in the bassinet near their bed. She turned to him, voice hushed. “You’re staring again.” Darwin smirked but didn’t take his eyes off their child. “I can’t help it. She’s perfect.” Fiona sat up slowly, rubbing her eyes. “You’re going to spoil her at this rate.” He chuckled. “That’s the plan.” Their daughter let out a tiny yawn, her tiny fingers curling into fists before settling back into sleep. Fiona’s heart clenched at the sight. After everything they had endured—the betrayals, the battles, the endless fight for survival—they had reached this moment. A moment of quiet, of peace, of love. She leaned against Darwin, feeling his arm come around her shoulders. “Do

A Dangerous Game Begins Fiona sat at the dining table, staring at the surveillance photo of Bella. It was nearly impossible to believe she had resurfaced, especially now. Darwin stood beside her, arms crossed, his jaw clenched. Marcus was across from them, tapping his fingers against the polished wood. “This changes everything,” Fiona muttered, rubbing her temples. Darwin’s voice was sharp. “Bella said to look close to home. That means someone inside the Atlas Group is involved.” Marcus nodded. “If Bella is working with them, she’s not just a pawn. She’s playing a key role. We need to find out who she’s aligning with.” Fiona exhaled. “And we need to find out before they make their next move.” Darwin turned to Marcus. “Do a full sweep. Look into the board, top executives—anyone with even a remote connection to William.” Marcus grabbed his laptop and began typing. “Already on it.” Fiona studied the photograph again. Bella wasn’t working alone. If she had resurfaced, it meant so

Fiona gripped the armrest of the leather chair, her breath shallow as she listened to the news anchor continue. "Darwin Solomon, CEO of Atlas Group, is now facing criminal charges related to financial fraud and conspiracy. Authorities have reportedly obtained new evidence linking him to offshore accounts and insider trading—" Darwin shut off the screen with a harsh click, his jaw clenched. “Sinclair didn’t waste any time.” Marcus, still breathless from rushing in, ran a hand through his hair. “He was waiting for this moment. The charges are bogus, but public perception is already shifting.” Fiona turned to Darwin, searching his face for any flicker of doubt. There was none. “We’re not just fighting for the company anymore,” she said quietly. “He’s trying to take you down personally.” Darwin exhaled through his nose, rolling his sleeves up. “Then we take the fight to him.” Fiona crossed her arms. “We need to dismantle his leverage piece by piece. First, we prove the charges are

Darwin stood in his office, looking out at the city skyline. It felt different now—lighter, freer. The shadow of Edward Sinclair had finally lifted, and with it, the weight of constant battle. Behind him, Fiona leaned against his desk, flipping through the morning newspaper. The headlines told the story of Sinclair’s downfall. “EXPOSED: Edward Sinclair’s Empire Crumbles Amid Corruption Scandal.” “Atlas Group Emerges Stronger—Darwin Solomon and Fiona Woods Take a Stand.” “Arrest Warrant Issued for Disgraced Billionaire.” She set the paper down. “Feels surreal, doesn’t it?” Darwin turned, his gaze softening as it landed on her. “We spent so long fighting… It’s strange not having an immediate enemy.” Fiona smirked. “You could always pick a fight with someone else.” He chuckled, stepping closer. “I think I’d rather enjoy the peace… for now.” She raised an eyebrow. “For now?” Darwin’s smirk deepened. “Let’s be honest, we’re not exactly made for quiet lives.” Fiona sighed dramati

A Dangerous Move The city lights flickered beyond Atlas Group’s towering windows, but inside the boardroom, a storm was brewing. Fiona leaned over the sleek table, scanning the intelligence Marcus had pulled together. Every document, every connection—it all led back to Elias Blackwell’s empire. Darwin sat beside her, tension in his jaw. “If we hit his offshore accounts, he’ll come at us harder.” Fiona exhaled. “He already declared war. The only way we win is if we make the first real strike.” Marcus tapped his laptop screen. “Blackwell has at least four major accounts spread across different tax havens—one in the Caymans, another in Switzerland, and two more in Singapore and Dubai. But there’s a weakness.” Darwin narrowed his eyes. “Where?” Marcus smirked. “The Swiss account. It’s tied to an old corporate trust registered under Sinclair’s name. Now that Sinclair’s gone, that trust is vulnerable.” Fiona caught on quickly. “If we take that, we’re not just draining him—we’re prov