Secret Heiress: The Mafia Billionaire's Surrogate

Valerie's POV

[You have to come home immediately, Valerie.] My stepbrother called me in the middle of the night.

I rolled my eyes even though he couldn't see it and said, “Don't tell me Dad wanted to convince me again. I told you I'm not taking over his company or illegal businesses. Besides, no one knows who I am.”

[There are more important things to discuss than that, Valerie.]

“Like what?”

He paused before taking a deep breath and answered, [Our Dad…]

“What about him, Andrew?”

[He's dead.]

Those words remained in my mind, so I returned to my father's place; I wanted to see him before he went. I made a promise to him that I would never inherit everything he had, but his death changed my mind, and I will do everything to make them pay.

Walking through this hallway blindfolded is clever enough, especially since they must ensure we won't remember every track we made. The sound of the door caught my attention, and they pushed me down to a comfy couch. My eyes remain blindfolded, listening to my surroundings while waiting for their next move. After discovering that Mason Gray was looking for a potential surrogate, I immediately signed up without hesitation.

I changed the way I dress. I change my name and ensure they won't find any loopholes in my identity.

“Take it off,” a husky voice lingers in my ears as I obey his order. My eyes were blurry because I had been blindfolded for too long, and when it finally adjusted, I was exposed to a good-looking man—the man of the house, Mason Gray.

“These ladies are gorgeous. Can you lend me one, Mason?” A young man's voice made me turn to his right side. He's blonde with a pair of gray eyes, and he was peeling an apple. He's wearing a white shirt top with a black leather jacket while his feet are above the desk.

“Let Mason choose, Dominic. After all, it was Mason's candidate.” Another man spoke from behind, and I couldn't help but turn around. He wore a blue polo, black slacks, and black leather shoes. He also has a pair of light brown eyes and black hair.

He was reading a book seriously, and no emotion could be found in his eyes. I blink my eyes when he gazes at me, so I turn my head back up front where my main target is. His eyes had no emotion, and he stared at me with those expressionless eyes.

“You only found five?” He asked, glancing at the man who took me to this place.

He stepped forward and said, “It's hard to find a potential surrogate. You have standards, and only these five women fit your standards.”

“Very well.” He faced us and said, “Are you aware of what kind of place you are entering?” He inquired.

A girl wearing a red tube raised her hand, and the clothes she was wearing weren't enough to cover her breasts.