The Billionaire's Mistaken And Defiant Surrogate

Chapter 4

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r room. The door locked behind h

omen's health magazine neatly stacked among a curated selec

rough the pages aimlessly. Her

aught her eye: Natural Cont

w excessive consumption of raw garlic and certain enzymes found in carro

he memorized the list of foods. She quickly sh

or. Executive Chef Giles Peterson entered.

He revealed a decadent spread of fresh oysters

rcelain plate away. She crossed

aid, refusing to touch th

ed if the surrogate required a differen

ves," Celestia demanded. "And a pitche

her, processing the bizarre, pungent request

into the room. Her b

ou playing?" Mar

tural dietary requirement for my digestion.

ng had explicitly ordered that the surrogate's cravi

instructed the chef to comply wit

d a bowl of peeled, raw garlic and a glass

ve. Her hand trembled slightly as t

ewed rapidly. The intense spice burned her

her cheeks. But she swallowed it down, mainta

ter carrot juice. She felt her stomach churn unc

book. She meticulously wrote down

htstand," Celestia requested, her voice r

sgust. But she nodded slowly, wri

y bloom in her chest. Her breath alr

stench would physically repel Sterli

m. They locked the heavy door

sk in the corner of the room. She quietly slipped open the top draw

garlic juice from the bowl onto her fingers. She rubbed

smell. She forced herself to en

ped the stolen metal letter opener c

ounded anxiously against her mattress as s

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“Celestia woke up heavily sedated, her wrists bound tightly to the legs of a grand piano in a cold, opulent room. Before she could even process the panic, a towering billionaire named Sterling Sinclair IV stepped in, looking at her like a possessed piece of art. The head maid then handed Celestia a thick surrogacy contract with her perfectly forged signature. "You are here to bear an heir for Mr. Sinclair," the maid stated flatly. Celestia screamed that they had the wrong person, but her desperate cries bounced uselessly off the soundproof walls. Stripped of her clothes, phone, and identity, she was trapped on an isolated island surrounded by high-voltage electric fences and armed guards. When she furiously fought back, Sterling physically overpowered her, punishing her resistance with brutal, terrifying dominance until she lost consciousness on the marble floor. She didn't understand who had kidnapped her from her normal life. Why was her biometric data perfectly faked in a classified dossier? Who had framed her as a willing, ten-million-dollar premium product for a ruthless billionaire? Driven by pure survival, Celestia began aggressively consuming raw garlic and bathing in harsh white vinegar to destroy her fertility and repel his touch. And when Sterling finally reviewed her bizarre, self-sabotaging dietary logs, the terrifying truth hit his calculating mind like a physical blow. The broken, innocent woman he had been brutally tormenting all week was never his hired surrogate.”