Their first meeting ignited with stolen passion—his lips claimed hers without permission, her fury burning at his arrogance and perversion. Yet beneath her sharp tongue lay a magnetism he couldn't resist, danger be damned. He orchestrated a surrogacy competition as the ultimate trap, and desperation pushed her into his carefully constructed snare. Only then did she realize the ruthless architect of her fate was the very man she despised with every fiber of her being. Ensnared by a billionaire's calculated manipulation, she surrendered to his game while his demons surfaced, dragging them both toward darkness and ruin. Then he vanished without explanation, leaving her shattered. A stranger emerged in his place—a phantom with an identical touch, an identical kiss, showering her with tenderness she craved. "Darling, don't cry..." His fingers traced her hair with reverence. "I won't touch you, I won't touch you anymore, okay?" Her sobs intensified, her voice fracturing. "Don't talk!" "... Why?" Confusion flickered across his face. Biting her trembling lip, the words escaped her. "When you talk, you sound exactly like him..."