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Hazel Rogers never imagined her mother’s failing heart would force her into the arms of a stranger. With hospital bills piling up and no time left, she signs a desperate contract— as a surrogate for a billionaire who she doesn’t know. Ace Milan is cold, calculated, and devastatingly powerful, a man who built his empire on control and keeps  his heart locked behind a fortress. Hazel is just a transaction to him. But when a scary accident forces her to move into his home, the lines blur. He becomes cruel, unpredictable—testing her limits with sharp words and colder actions. Yet beneath his ice is something else, something broken, watching her with eyes that never quite soften. As her pregnancy progresses, Hazel stumbles upon whispers of the woman who came before her—the first surrogate. The one who vanished. No one speaks of her, and Ace refuses to explain. But the house holds secrets. Locked rooms. Late-night phone calls. Half-truths wrapped in charm. And suddenly, the child inside Hazel becomes more than a contract—it becomes a target. Torn between protecting the life growing inside her and uncovering the truth about the man she’s starting to feel dangerously drawn to, Hazel is forced to make a choice. Walk away before she ends up like the last surrogate… or risk everything to unravel the darkness Ace has spent his life hiding. One thing is clear—nothing in this arrangement is what it seems. And some secrets are buried deep for a reason.

THE BILLIONAIRE’S SECRET : Her contract, His Heart

The warm rays of the sun shined into my eyes as I moved around the bed, disturbed. But that isn't what woke me up.

It was a loud and full-blown argument with sharp and ugly words. Who would even be speaking in such a manner? The voices echoed outside my room.

I came off the bed quickly and put on one of the nighties in the walk-in closet. The voices were sharper tho…

Sounded like a man and a woman arguing. I don't really know. I can't tell from here. I walked towards the door and slowly opened so it wouldn't squeak.

My legs and back hurt more now but tell me why I won't just mind my business.

Voices. Louder now. I crept out.

My feet were bare and the room temperature in this house is always so cold. I've been meaning to complain but there's no need.

As I got closer to the stairs, the words became clearer—and my stomach dropped.

Chapter 29