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"Party B must return before 10 pm. Party B is not allowed to call any other man's name. Party B must always accompany Party A on all outings if necessary. Party B shouldn't be seen in any situation with another man, causing damage to the relationship. Otherwise, Party B must be punished,' " she read aloud, her voice trailing off on the last word. 

"Party B would always sleep in Party A's room, and in any case, Party B is obligated to fulfil her duties as Party A's wife," her words faltering at the word 'duties'.

Do the duties include...
A smirk played on Zayden's lips, leaning closer to her.
"Should we start with clause 5? You seem to like that one the most," he said with a grin.

"What clause?" she whispered, her voice barely audible, as he planted a soft, tantalizing kiss on her neck. 

"We need to make babies," he added, his voice low and playful, sending shivers down her spine.

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Life was once blissful for Zara until fate played a cruel joke, granting a wish with devastating consequences that turned her world upside down.

Diagnosed with a brain tumour and given only eleven months to live, Zara was devastated as she counted down the days remaining. Then, unexpectedly, Zayden, the deadliest and most captivating billionaire, entered her life, mistaking her as his surrogate mother.

With just eleven months left, Zara decided to pretend to be the real surrogate. Little did she know, Zayden had a mysterious past and identity far beyond her imagination. 

What will happen when Zayden discovers her as the fake surrogate? How did Zara become entangled as his surrogate? 

What secrets from Zayden's dark past will unfold? 

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"What does Pa like? I want to get him a gift," Zara added, her smile widening as it reached her eyes, sparkling with affection.

Robert stared at her dumbfoundedly, his mouth slightly agape, as he gazed into space before finally gaining composure, blinking his eyelashes.

"Artworks," he said, reliving the moment when Zayden's father received an artwork from his previous wife and how happy he had been seeing it.

"Artworks?" she echoed softly, her brows drawing together in thought. Tilting her head, she placed her delicate hand on her chin, her fingers grazing the curve thoughtfully. She traced her chin gently, lost in contemplation until a spark of realization lit her eyes. Her hand froze mid-motion, and a wide smile bloomed across her face. She clasped her hands together with an almost childlike excitement.

Making Friut Salad For Zayden's Father