The Billionaire's Mistaken And Defiant Surrogate

Chapter 7

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ld, calculating fury. He pinched his nos

hand wrapped around her bicep like an iron vis

he thick carpet, trying to anchor herself, but

e room. He kicked the heavy bathroom door

ns. "Let me go!" she screamed at

s-enclosed walk-in shower. He pinned

e handle. He turned the shower on to full

e gasped violently, the sudden shock causing

oaked through. They became incredibly hea

xpensive suit was getting splashed and ruined, but

stered hair. She crossed her arms tightly o

rolled up his tailored sleeves. He steppe

e of milk-and-honey body wash

hick soap onto his hand. He roughly g

inst her neck and arms. He rubbed her skin ra

l. Her bare feet slipped on the wet, soapy til

the wall with one hand. He continued

y crystal whiskey glass left behind on the edge of the marble vanity just outside the shower doo

he managed to break her right wri

he water. Her fingers wrapped tightly aroun

elestia swung the heavy crystal gla

ly against the side of Sterlin

ments. The loud crash echoed sharply

her vanished instantly. Absolute shock

loomed from his temple. It mixed with the f

ed at the red blood on his fingertips in ab

nged toward the open shower door,

Sterling's shock evaporated. It was re

from behind. They both crashed h

d inches from hers. He initiated a brutal, forced encounter,

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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.”