Chapter 6
Candice’s POV
Joshua’s laugh sent a surge of anger coursing through my veins. It wasn’t just the sound—it was the blatant mockery, the complete lack of remorse. Without thinking, I grabbed the divorce contract and threw it at him.
The papers fluttered in the air before landing against his chest. “There!” I spat, my voice trembling with fury. “I’ve already signed it. All you need to do is sign, and we’re done. You can live happily ever after with your bastard child and your lying mistress!”
For the first time, his smug expression faltered. He caught the papers midair, his brows knitting together in mild surprise. “You’re serious?” he asked, as if the concept was unfathomable to him.
“Dead serious,” I replied, crossing my arms. “Once you sign, you’ll never have to see me again. That should make you happy, right?”
His lips curled into a sneer, and the flicker of hesitation in his eyes vanished. “Fine,” he said, his voice icy. “But don’t think for a second you’re getting anything out of this. No property, no money. Nothing. You leave with what you came with: nothing.”
I laughed bitterly, shaking my head. “Property? Money? Joshua, you’ve never given me anything to begin with. I paid for the rent, the bills, even your goddamn groceries. I don’t need a penny from you. All I want are my clothes and my freedom. You can keep the rest of your trash.”
His jaw tightened, and his grip on the papers grew white-knuckled. “You’re going to regret this,” he hissed.
“No, Joshua,” I shot back, my voice firm. “The only regret I have is wasting years of my life on you.”
As I turned on my heel to head to the bedroom, I couldn’t resist one last parting shot. “And don’t you dare come crawling to me for help when everything falls apart. Because I’ll watch you suffer before I lift a finger.”
Joshua’s laugh was colder this time, “Help? From someone who can’t even do the one thing a woman’s supposed to do? Don’t make me laugh, Candice. I’ll never need anything from you, especially not a barren woman like you.”
The words hit like a slap,. I wanted to scream the truth in his face, to tell him I wasn’t barren, that I was pregnant. That it was his fault we never had children, not mine. He was the one who couldn’t give me a family.
But I swallowed the urge. No, he didn’t deserve to know. Let him believe his lies. Let him rot in his ignorance. He’d find out the truth someday, and by then, it would be too late.
I stormed into the bedroom and closed. the door behind and I began parking my clothes in silence, each item shoved into the suitcase with a force that made my arms ache.
I was done and I came downstairs , dragging the suitcase behind me, Violet was waiting. Her arms were crossed, and her lips curled into that signature smirk that made me want to slap her.
“Hold on,” she said, stepping in front of me. “I need to check your suitcase.”
I blinked, incredulous. “Excuse me?”
She shrugged, feigning innocence. “Just making sure you’re not stealing anything that doesn’t belong to you. You know, like Joshua.”
My grip on the suitcase tightened. “Get out of my way, Violet.”
She didn’t budge. Instead, she reached for the suitcase, and in the scuffle, the zipper burst open. Clothes spilled onto the floor, scattering across the living room.
Violet’s laugh echoed through the house. “Seriously?” she sneered, nudging a pair of my jeans with her foot. “This is what you’re so protective of? A bunch of cheap, ugly clothes? Honestly, Candice, it’s all garbage. I don’t know why you’re even bothering.”
I dropped to my knees, hastily gathering my things. My hands trembled as I stuffed them back into the suitcase, ignoring the sting of her words.
“Aw, don’t cry,” Violet cooed mockingly. “If you’re nice, maybe I’ll let you keep your precious rags.”
She kicked the suitcase, sending it sliding toward the door. “Oops,” she said with a fake smile. “Guess you’ll have to pick that up outside.”
I glared up at her, my vision blurred with unshed tears. “You’re vile, Violet,” I said, my voice shaking.
“And you’re pathetic,” she shot back, her smirk widening.
I grabbed the suitcase and marched to the door.
Just as I stepped outside, a drop of rain struck my forehead, cold and sharp. I clenched my jaw, tilting my head up at the dark clouds above.
“Not now,” I muttered, my voice tight with frustration.
Then the sky opened.
The rain came down in heavy sheets, soaking me instantly. My hair stuck to my face, my clothes clung to my skin, and the suitcase handle grew slippery under my grip. I pulled it forward, only for the wheels to sink into the mud.
I let out a ragged breath and tugged harder. Nothing.
The suitcase tipped, sending my clothes spilling onto the wet pavement.
A hollow laugh bubbled up from my throat. “Of course,” I whispered bitterly, staring at the drenched mess before me. “Why not?”
A sharp, mocking laugh rang out behind me.
“Wow,” Violet drawled, stepping onto the porch, completely dry as she watched me struggle in the storm. “This is just sad.”
I clenched my fists, ignoring her.
“You really thought you could just walk away from this, didn’t you?” she sneered. “Like some noble, wronged woman who gets to keep her pride? Face it, Candice, you’re a joke. No husband, no money, no family to back you up. Just a washed-up, barren woman who couldn’t even keep a man that never loved her to begin with.”
My breath caught in my throat.
Violet smirked, stepping closer, her voice like poison. “Did you honestly believe Joshua ever wanted you? Please. He pitied you. That’s why he married you. And even then, you weren’t enough. You were just the boring, lifeless wife keeping his bed warm until someone better came along. And guess what?” She leaned in, her lips curling in amusement. “I came along.”
The words sliced through me.
“Look at you,” she continued, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. “Crawling in the mud like the worthless thing you are. No one is coming for you, Candice. No one cares. You don’t even have a place to go, do you? Pathetic.”
Tears burned behind my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. My hands shook as I reached for my clothes, my fingers curling into the wet fabric.
Violet laughed again, stepping back under the porch’s cover. “Enjoy your new life, Candice. Oh, wait—you don’t have one.”
She turned on her heel and disappeared inside, slamming the door behind her.
I sat frozen, rain pouring down, mixing with the hot tears I could no longer hold back.
No one was here for me. No one was coming to help.
A shuddering breath left my lips, my body trembling from the cold
I lowered my head, my hands falling limp against the soaked ground.
Lightning flashed in the distance, and I froze at the sudden crack of thunder. “Oh, great! Just great!” I shouted at the sky, my voice breaking. “Why don’t you just strike me down while you’re at it?”
The rain didn’t answer, of course. It just kept falling, relentless and cold, as I sat there on my knees, soaked and shivering. My fingers trembled as I reached for another piece of clothing, but my hands were too numb to grip it properly.
“Forget it,” I whispered, dropping my hands to my sides. “Just… forget it.”
I hung my head, letting the rain hammer down on me, as hot tears mixed with the cold drops on my face until I felt like I couldn’t breathe.
But then, just as I was about to give up entirely, the rain stopped.
No… it hadn’t stopped. I could still hear it pounding all around me. But above me, it was dry.
I blinked, confused, and looked up. A large black umbrella hovered over me.
Candice’s POVThe voice that cut through the rain made me freeze. “Clause three: The surrogate must not get cold during pregnancy. Otherwise, there’s a penalty of half a million dollars.”I turned my head slowly, my heart sinking as I recognized the voice. Dorian Anderson. He stood there holding a black umbrella, his sharp features as cold and unyielding as the rain soaking me to the bone. His piercing blue eyes locked on me with the kind of judgment that made me feel like a misbehaving employee.I opened my mouth to defend myself, but before I could get a word out, he handed the umbrella to Derek. Then, to my utter shock, he crouched down in front of me.“You’re freezing,” he muttered, his tone brusque but low, as if I’d inconvenienced him somehow.“I’m fine,” I lied through chattering teeth, even as my body trembled uncontrollably. My fingers were numb, and my drenched clothes clung to me like a second skin.Dorian didn’t dignify my response with an answer. Instead, he leaned down a
Candice’s POVDorian moved faster than I could process. Before I could even think, he pulled me tightly into his arms, shielding me completely. I felt his chest press against my back as his arm reached for something. Then I saw it—a gun.My heart stopped.“Stay down,” he ordered, his voice low and firm, the kind of tone that made you obey without question.Derek, still gripping the steering wheel, cursed under his breath. “Hold on!” he barked as he swerved hard to the left. With one hand on the wheel, his other hand reached for his own gun.Gunfire erupted again, louder this time. The sharp cracks of bullets rang in my ears. I crouched as low as I could, trembling beneath Dorian. My mind raced with panic. Was this how I was going to die?I hadn’t even been a surrogate mother for twenty-four hours, and now this? Ruby’s voice echoed in my mind—“He’s dangerous, Candice. You don’t know what you’re getting into.”Dangerous? I thought she meant business rivals, shady dealings—not pulling ou
Candice’s POV“How about we talk about all of this inside?” Dorian said, his voice calm. “We’re waiting for the private doctor to come treat me, so we might as well get comfortable while we wait.”Grandfather raised an eyebrow but quickly nodded, his face lighting up with excitement. “Ah, yes, yes, you’re right. Let’s go inside and talk more., you must be tired too. Come along, child.”Dorian gently guided me toward the door, his hand brushing mine for a second. I could feel the coolness in his touch, but his face stayed calm, like nothing was out of the ordinary.Grandfather led us inside, his steps quick with excitement, like a child who couldn’t wait to show off a new toy.As soon as we entered the large living room, everything changed. It was like a switch flipped.The room was so silent you could hear a pin drop. Everyone’s eyes were on me, waiting for an explanation I didn’t have. My face burned with embarrassment, my heart racing as I struggled to process what was happening. I
Candice's POVThe slowing down of the car and its engine coming to a stop woke me with a start. I dozed back there for a bit. I was so tired and all I needed at this point was rest and sleep.“We're here. Come on” Dorian said, opening the door of the car. He alighted and I came down shortly after him.I looked around his lordly mansion the moment I stepped foot on the ground and awe wasn't enough to describe what I felt. At different strategic points, stood men in black suits, head high, shoulders erect and hands behind their backs.Although I didn't see any guns, I had seen a couple action movies and I knew for sure that guns were either in the inner pockets of their suits or tucked away behind them, in the bands of their tailored suit pants. For one, Dorian was a Mafia Don, so it would be ridiculous if his security men didn't have guns on them. I also felt it in my guts that they had pen knives on them too.I felt a tap on my shoulder and I turned around. Dorian.“Too stunned to kee
Candice's POVWait, what? Dorian?Time stood still and both of us, stark naked and frozen, stood, staring at each other. My left hand immediately flew around my bosom to shield my breasts while my right hand flew below my waist to cover my genitals.‘Dorian just saw me naked, Dorian just saw me naked’ My brain seemed to chant repeatedly, as I stood there, unsure whether to run or or just remain glued to the spot."What did I say about entering other people's rooms?" Dorian questioned, his expression stoic as he grabbed a nearby towel to tie around his waist."I should be asking you the same thing," I replied, trying to sound calm as I tightened my grip on my bosom."I won't ask again, Candice. What are you doing in my room?" His eyes were trained on my face, jaws locked."I...I thought it was my room," I stuttered“Clause number 17 said not to enter other people's rooms. You're the one who defied the rule. It's just day one and you're already breaching the terms of our contract. Are y
Dorian’s POVI leaned back slightly, watching her through narrowed eyes. Candice’s fingers twitched as she spoke, and her lashes fluttered too much—small, telltale signs of a liar.I hated liars.“Still lying, Candice?” I asked again when she didn’t respond fast enough.She bit her lip, looking away. “That’s not a lie, Mr. Dorian. The hospital arranged for me to replace the original surrogate.”Her voice was steady, but everything else about her screamed deception.I scoffed under my breath. “Is that so?” I murmured, tapping my fingers against my arm.Something about this entire situation didn’t sit right with me.As I studied her, my grandfather’s voice echoed in my mind.“You need to marry and have children, Dorian. It’s the only way to secure our family’s legacy.”For months, he had been relentless about this, as if my life belonged to him to control. I could still remember his sharp gaze, the weight of his expectations pressing down on me.“Do you think our enemies will hesitate t
Candice’s POVI shifted uneasily in the chair Dorian had offered me, my fingers gripping the edges as if they could anchor me in place. The moment he stepped out of the bathroom to take a call, my nerves went into overdrive. What was he talking about? Was it about me? I tried to make out his words, but all I caught was the deep, commanding timbre of his voice.When he returned, he didn’t sit in his usual armchair. Instead, he moved to the edge of his massive bed, his piercing sapphire-blue eyes locked onto mine with an unreadable expression. Then, out of nowhere, he asked a question I never saw coming.“How much for an abortion?”“Huh?” My breath hitched, my heart slamming against my ribs. Did I hear that right?He tilted his head slightly, his face calm, detached. “How much would it take for you to terminate this pregnancy?”I recoiled, my hands instinctively pressing over my abdomen. “That’s not happening, Mr. Anderson. No amount of money will—”“Five hundred thousand dollars?” He c
Candel's POVThe moment the door clicked shut behind me, I pressed my back against it, letting out a shaky breath I hadn’t even realized I was holding. My legs felt weak, and for a moment, I thought I might collapse right there. Every nerve in my body buzzed with unease, my heart hammering relentlessly in my chest.The tension between us had been suffocating—so close, I could feel his breath on my skin. I could still feel the weight of his gaze on me, like he was reading every thought, every flaw.For a second, it had felt like we might kiss. Almost.But no. I couldn’t let myself think like that. Dorian had made it clear—the pregnancy was the only reason we were even in the same room, let alone so close.“Don’t think you’re special, Candice. You’re just the surrogate.”I swallowed hard. I had to remember that. I wasn’t here for anything else. He didn’t care about me—not really.Why was I even thinking about our proximity when there was something far more important?He knew.Dorian kne
Candice’s POV I pushed the guest room door open, the faint hum of Fousheé’s “Deep End” still buzzing in my ears even after I’d yanked the headphones off. My chest felt tight, like the air in the room was pressing down on me, and I couldn’t stay curled up on that bed any longer. I needed to move, to breathe, to shake off the weight of Dorian’s accusations and that suffocating fight. The folded pile of clothes stared at me from the corner of the bed, a neat little reminder of how I’d tried to keep some control over this mess. But control? That was a joke now. Stepping into the hallway, I smoothed my hands over my jeans, trying to steady myself. The house was too quiet, a contrast to the shouting match Dorian and I had earlier. I padded down the stairs, my bare feet silent against the glossy tiled floor. I froze halfway when I caught sight of Dorian in the living room. He stood near the window, his broad shoulders rigid, his jaw set in that way that made him look like he was chewi
Chapter 38: Marcus? Dorian’s POVI stood in the study, staring at the wall as if it might give me answers. The heat of my argument with Candice was still burning under my skin. The photo lingered in my mind—Joshua’s hand on her arm, the way it looked like she wasn’t fighting him off. Every time I replayed it, my fists clenched tighter, and my pulse thrummed in my ears. I didn’t even hear Derek come in until he cleared his throat.“You alright, boss?” he asked, leaning against the doorframe, his usual calm demeanor a stark contrast to the fury raging on the inside of me.I shot him a glare, not trusting myself to speak yet. Alright? No, I wasn’t alright. I was pissed—furious, even—but the why of it gnawed at me. Surprised me. It wasn’t just the photo. It was her defiance, the way she had looked at me like I was the villain, the way she had stormed off and not looked back. I had done everything to keep her safe, and she had thrown it back in my face.“You’ve been pacing like a caged an
Candice’s POVThe drive back with Ruby had been quiet, the hum of the engine and the soft glow of streetlights letting me sink into my thoughts. I had sent the donation to St. Mary’s from my phone, and I felt somewhat happy, fulfilled even, but Joshua’s face kept lingering in my mind—his desperate grip, his pathetic excuses. By the time Ruby dropped me off at Dorian’s place, the evening air had cooled my nerves, but exhaustion still clung to me like damp clothes.I stepped through the door, kicking off my boots but then, I froze. Dorian was in the living room, pacing about, jaw tight and hands balled into fists. The way his eyes snapped to me sent a shiver down my spine. This wasn’t the worried Dorian I’d left behind. This was….this was something darker.“What’s wrong?” I asked, dropping my bag on the couch. My voice sounded small, wary.He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he grabbed his phone from the coffee table, swiped at the screen, and shoved it towards me. “Take a look”I to
Candice’s POV“Dorian” I gently tugged at his shirt, raising my face to look at him “Did you hear me?” I asked “I said I need to clear my head” He sighed before replying “Yes. I heard you the first time. I was just tryna process it. When you say clear your head, what do you mean? What do you have in mind to do?” “I don't know. Maybe go for a walk. Take a drink or two” I shrugged, slowly easing myself from his embrace Everything that had happened lately seemed to be pressing against my chest and it felt like I couldn’t breathe right. Violet’s vile words still echoed in my head, clawing at me like the talons of a vulture. I needed air, space—something to shake off the weight of it all. “I’m going out,” I said, my voice rough, like I’d been screaming for hours. I took off the bathroom so I was now left in only the night dress as I headed for the bathroom. Dorian's hand shot out, catching my wrist—not hard, but firm enough to stop me mid-step. “Candice, wait. After everything that’s
Candice’s POV“Candice, listen” He began, gently grabbing my shoulders, staring fixedly at me “Violet hurt you. She did you dirty. She’s a bitch and deserves to be treated like one. You think I was just gonna fold my arms and watch her?” “I totally understand that, Dorian, and I appreciate your concern, but I think you should really let me handle this. Remember it’s my fight” “Really, Candice?” His voice sounded bland, like my words had hurt him or something “Dorian” I held his face, slowly caressing it. “I didn’t mean it that way. Of course I love the fact that you care about me and my safety, but at least let me be involved in this. It’s me Violet came at” His eyes searched my face for a moment before he spoke up. “Okay, if you say so” “Come on, I'll show you where she’s at” She got off the bed and donned a shirt he grabbed from nearby I pulled the duvet slightly off me and I realized I was naked. Memories from last night came rushing and my cheeks flushed red. I hoped Dorian
Dorian’s POV I sniffed her hair as I watched her sleep. It smelt of lavender and chamomile, her signature fragrances, which were now my favorite. She had drifted off so fast, all thanks to my fingers, tongue and the slow, soothing strokes of my fingers on her hair. I'd have helped her don her night dress, but in the heat of the moment, I wasn't sure exactly where I had tossed it. Maybe it was under the bed or something, I wasn't sure. I'd just find it the next morning, but for now, the duvet was enough. Slowly, I pulled it over her naked body, kissing her forehead before sliding off the bed. She stirred a bit as I got off, thankfully she didn't wake up. I peeled my Calvin Klein briefs off my body before stepping into the bathroom, the door clicking shut behind me. I turned on the shower and the warm water hit my back, cascading down my shoulders. I ran my fingers through my hair, trying to relish the soothing feel of the water but my head was still full of Candice — her gasps and t
Candice’s POVThe moment Dorian’s lips met mine, a jolt of confusion sparked through me, sharp and electric. My mind scrambled to catch up. This was indeed happening. Dorian and I were really kissing, with his right hand firm on my neck, while his left gripped my waist. We pulled apart briefly, our faces hovering close, breaths mingling in the quiet. Dorian’s lips brushed mine again, soft, warm and barely there, before disengaging once again, a faint smack echoing in the stillness. My heart stuttered as he tilted his head, coming back for another kiss. Soft sounds slipped out as our lips met again, lingering just a moment longer before breaking apart with a tiny, wet click. Each kiss was slow, smooth, filled with yearning. Then I got hungry. Really hungry. I wanted more, craved for more. I'd never wanted a man this badly. Ever. I reached out and snaked my hands around his neck as I kissed him with so much fervor. The world turned around us, blurring and disappearing. His hands slid
Candice’s POV“And why wouldn't you allow me to bathe you?” He asked, shifting closer to me on the bed “Well…” I trailed off, scratching my nape unsure of what to say “Well, that's because…” I began again, but trailed off a second time. The words were in my throat, but were kind of stuck, so nothing was coming out. Was this the Dorian effect taking a hold on me? “Well….” He adjusted closer to me, and I wasn't sure if I should sit still or move a little away from him. I found myself sitting still. “....what?” He asked and I could hear him cackle. Obviously laughing at how the huge effect he had on me made me all fidgety. “Well, I can bathe myself, Dorian” I finally found my voice “I didn't say you cannot. I said, I wanna do it, so let me” Before I could comprehend what was happening, he was already in extremely close proximity with me and had already pulled the duvet off my knees and legs. “Come on, raise your hands” “Hold on, hold on, Dorian. Wait, please” I blushed, trying no
Dorian's POV “Not just our baby” I thought to myself, the words burning on the tip of my tongue, almost rolling off. But I hesitated, unsure of how to express the emotions swirling inside me. I guess it was better I kept mute, so I did just that. As I stood beside Candice's bed, watching her fragile form tremble with each sob, I felt an overwhelming urge to shield her from all pain, heartache and care. Her fingers which held tight onto the hem of the duvet, like the grasp of a newborn on its mother's hair, slightly trembled and her eyes blinked rapidly non-stop. Violet had to pay. She definitely was going to pay for making Candice this unsettled, and putting her through so much distress. For chrissakes, Candice was pregnant – carrying my baby; our baby, and I was going to go any length to protect them. Even if it meant snapping necks or spilling blood. It wasn't something new to me anyway. But for now, Candice was my utmost priority. I had to attend to her burns as the doctor inst