A billionaire accidental surrogate wife

In the luxurious presidential suite of the Platinum Hotel, the atmosphere was thick with tension.

Sharon suddenly opened her eyes, her body reminding her of the intense events from the previous night.

She turned her head to look at the man beside her and gasped in shock. How could it be him?

The man lying next to her was strikingly handsome, someone every elite woman in the city wanted to be with.

But Sharon felt nothing but fear towards him, a deep-rooted shiver running through her.

He was Mason, the younger uncle of her ex-boyfriend, known for his ruthless reputation. It was said that he owned numerous businesses and had established a security company for the wealthy, but his cold demeanor made him someone to be feared.

She tugged at her hair in frustration, trying to remember how she ended up in Masons bed.

What she needed to do was to get away from this man she could never afford to provoke.

Carefully, she climbed off the bed and glanced at her torn outfit from the night before. The dress she had worn was now in tatters, and she caught a glimpse of her disheveled appearance in the mirror.

"Damn it, how could I have let this happen?"

Sharon scanned the room and quickly grabbed Masons white shirt to cover herself.

Mason was tall, and the shirt hung loosely on her, just enough to cover her thighs.

As she tiptoed towards the door, Mason suddenly opened his piercing eyes.

Sharon knew Masons methods well, and she quickly turned to the bar to order a drink, "Give you $300 to serve a big client in room 302, and remember to tell him you spent the whole night with him."

After whispering to the bartender, the woman beamed, "Dont worry, Miss Sharon, Ive got this."

Thinking everything was settled, Sharon slipped away.

Moments later, a loud shout erupted from the private room: "Get out!"

Masons fierce expression was filled with rage. "Sharon, if you have the guts, hide from me for a lifetime!"

But upon seeing the crimson stain on the sheets, a smirk crept onto his lips.

...

Back at her apartment, Sharon washed off the club makeup, transforming into a fresh and lovely appearance. She immediately opened her laptop and began typing away.

On the surface, she was a DJ at a nightclub, but behind the scenes, she was also a hacker for a secret organization. Recently, however, she had inexplicably lost contact with her team.

In no time, she hacked into the bars system.

She was eager to find out what had happened the previous night.

She vaguely remembered finishing her shift and preparing to leave when she had taken a small sip of lemonade and then felt faint.

Ding! System hack successful.

She widened her eyes at the screen, watching as she stumbled into Masons arms, then wrapped her arms around his neck, standing on her toes to kiss him, dragging him toward the private room...

Seeing this scene, she felt a chill run down her spine.

Before Mason became famous, he had a terrible reputation. All the bad words could be used to describe him. Although he had left the family to start his own business, his inherent wickedness and rebellious nature remained, and he exuded a certain arrogance.

When she was with Mason, she had to meet Masons uncle often, but for some reason, she always felt that the way he looked at her was like a wolf lurking in the shadows.

But now, she had actively provoked this terrifying wolf.