The Billionaire's Mistaken And Defiant Surrogate

Chapter 6

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Her heart hammered against her ribs li

he frantically tore open the mirrored va

searched for anything pungent. Finally, she grabbed a

c sounds of the staff preparing for his arrival. The door abruptly swung inward, nearly striking h

to refresh all the suites-" the

was still open. She darted silently toward an unattended housekeeping cart. Her eyes scanned the cleaning

the heavy door shut, and the electronic lock clicked loudly into place behind h

onto a thick washcloth. She gagged as the ac

th all over her neck, chest, and arms. She l

the concentrated, burning liquid onto her pulse points-

filled the small bathroom. It made her eyes

he grabbed the jar of pickled garli

ly. Her stomach churned violently in protest,

, sheer lingerie Sterling had provided. Instead, she found the most

them all the way up to her chin, hiding h

bed. Her hands trembled violently a

thumping of helicopter rotor

ons rattled the windows, indicating the chop

plete silence. Then, heavy, purpose

room door beeped sharply. The

epped into the unlit room. He was already lo

dark. He expected to find a complia

ch her shoulder, stepping into

vinegar, garlic, and concentrated eucal

back as if he had been burned. He coughed hars

ed in the room as he stepped back, pi

He slammed his hand against it, flooding

ed onto Celestia. She was huddled in the hideous,

as a terrifying mix of sheer disgu

do?" he demanded, his

e watering heavily from the fumes, but a

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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.”