Novels by chisomuzefere

Chapter Thirty-twoWild SuspicionDiana's POVI had been pacing the living room for what felt like hours, my mind racing with a whirlwind of thoughts that I couldn't seem to make sense of. I had tried to keep myself busy, distracting myself with anything I could get my hands on, but it was no use. The nagging feeling in the pit of my stomach had only grown stronger over the last few days, and I couldn't ignore it any longer.Celia's pregnancy was the final straw. I couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right, and I needed to talk to someone about it, someone who wouldn't sugarcoat things or tell me I was being paranoid. My mother was the only person I could trust with this."Mom, I need to talk to you," I said, grabbing my phone and calling her as I settled down on the couch, trying to keep my voice steady."Diana, darling, what's going on?" Her voice was warm, but I could sense the concern creeping in.I sighed, rubbing my temples as the frustration bubbled up inside me. "

31. SecretsAdriana's POVIt was a regular Wednesday afternoon when my phone buzzed with an unknown number. At first, I ignored it. I was in the middle of reviewing some documents for the women's Charity fundraiser event, and interruptions weren't something I welcomed easily. But then the number popped up again, and instinct nudged me to answer."Hello," I said, keeping my voice steady, despite the slight annoyance creeping in."Mrs. Wiilliams, this is Dr. Liam from the surrogacy clinic. I'm calling with some… unexpected news."Dr. Liam had always been professional, so his hesitation immediately put me on edge. My grip tightened on the phone as I listened."I've reviewed Celia's latest test results including the last scan we conducted," he continued, "and I'm concerned about the timeline. Mrs. Williams, if the surrogacy process had indeed been successful, Celia would only be around three weeks pregnant, with the pregnancy likely undetectable for another few weeks. But Celia's six week

CHAPTER THIRTY Steve's POVThe day Celia was discharged from the hospital felt like a turning point. It was a warm afternoon, the kind that made everything seem softer, more inviting. I stood by the entrance, waiting for her to appear, replaying the conversation I'd had with Diana earlier that morning before she left."I'm glad she's okay," Diana had said, her tone neutral. "Just… make sure she's comfortable in that new place."I nodded, not offering much in response. But there was something about her expression, the way her eyes lingered on mine, that had made me uneasy. Diana wasn't the type to be nice to Celia openly, but I could sense the suspicion simmering beneath her carefully composed exterior.When Celia finally emerged from the hospital, I couldn't help but smile. She looked healthier, more radiant than I'd seen her in weeks. Her hand rested gently on her stomach, though it wasn't visible yet but it was a protective gesture that tugged at something inside me. Our child was

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINEDIANAS POVDiana paced the length of their bedroom, her mind racing as anger and frustration coursed through her veins. Steve's words from the previous night echoed in her head like a broken record, haunting her every step. *" She's supposed to be carrying our baby, Diana. I can't just ignore her."* His voice had been calm, even reasonable, but to Diana, every syllable was a dagger to the heart.It wasn't just about the surrogacy anymore. It was about Celia—this stranger who had wormed her way into their lives, their home, and most importantly, into Steve's heart. Diana could feel the distance between them

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHTSTEVE'S POVCLASHSteve pulled into the driveway, his mind heavy with the day's work and the weight of his personal life. The sprawling estate that usually provided him with a sense of pride now felt suffocating, each stone in the pathway a reminder of the complications waiting inside. His job had always been a refuge, numbers made sense, deals could be calculated, and outcomes predicted. But lately, nothing felt predictable, especially when it came to the two women inside the house.As he killed the engine, his eyes automatically shifted toward the guest room window on the far side of the mansion, where Celia was staying. After the break-in, he'd felt it was the only logical decision to bring her here. She was carrying his child, after all. Protecting her was protecting his future. But what he hadn't anticipated was how deeply this decision would unsettle everything else.Especially Diana.Steve sighed, gripping the steering wheel for a moment longer before stepp

Chapter Twenty-sevenDiana's POVDiana spent the night in her husband's private study just to avoid Steve, she only returned to their room this morning after she was sure he had left the house!As she paced, the muted sounds of the world outside barely penetrated the room's walls. She could feel the anger simmering just beneath her composed exterior. Her foot tapped rhythmically against the floor as her eyes fixated on the phone screen before her. She was furious—furious that Celia was here, in her home, under her roof. Steve had brought that woman in like she was some helpless victim, and now Diana had to deal with it.The phone on her desk lit up, the word "Mother" flashing across the screen. Of course. As if on cue. She snatched the phone up, her voice sharp as she answered."Did you do it?" she asked without preamble, her tone accusatory, cutting through any pleasantries.There was a brief silence on the other end of the line, a silence that made Diana's blood boil further. Her mo