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FIFTY-FOUR: Someone's Being Slutty
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The Surrogate's Vendetta FIFTY-FIVE: Prince Hector Is In Danger
Days passed after the whole scandal saga, yet Chloe was still unrest and bitter. It made her sick to see Juniper anywhere around the Crown Prince—LITERALLY—which heightened her eagerness to get her out of their lives. But there was nothing she could do about it, given the fact that Juniper was the mother of the Crown Prince's son. Hector was the only link between Juniper and Prince Cedric— and the only reason she had to put up with that sneaky bitch. If only that child hadn't existed in the first place, then getting her kicked out of the Royal Palace wouldn't have been too difficult. Just then, a lightbulb shone above Chloe's head and her lips morphed into a scheming grin. She couldn't change the past, but she could do one or two about the future. If Hector was the only connection between Juniper and the Crown Prince, maybe it was about time to sever that tie. It was almost lunchtime. If she was going to act, now was the best time. Moments later, Chloe was in the Royal kitch
The Surrogate's Vendetta FIFTY-SIX: May The Best Player Win
The news of Hector's allergy reaction must have reached the rest of the household, because when Juniper finally found Chloe—after combing the Royal Palace in search for her—she was emerging from Hector's room along with Queen Catherine, Cedric, and the Royal Doctor. "Chloe! You did this to my son, didn't you?" Juniper blurted out her accusation in a loud voice, not minding who was listening or watching. Chloe blinked her eyes in shock, her phony innocence on full display. "What are you talking about?" She said barely above a whisper. "Don't play dumb with me, Chloe," Juniper spat ferociously, pointing her finger at the other woman's face. "I just came back from the Royal Kitchen and they told me you were there moments before lunch was served. You tampered with my son's food, didn't you?" Chloe gasped in exasperation. "What?! Are you out of your mind? I understand that you're upset but don't you think you're going too far with your accusations? I did no such thi
The Surrogate's Vendetta FIFTY-SEVEN: LIES! LIES!! LIES!!!
Juniper watched in absolute horror as Chloe tumbled down the stairs in a loose, uncontrolled motion. Each thudding sound ricocheted off the walls in a tense sequence, until she landed at the bottom of the staircase, utterly motionless. What the hell just happened? Did she just throw herself down the stairs on purpose? Chills coursed through Juniper's veins as blood began to gather around Chloe's head like a red puddle. Was she dead? In an instant, a blood-curdling scream reverberated through the space, accompanied by the sound of frantic footsteps. A royal attendant rushed into view from the corner below the stairs, dropping to her knees beside Chloe's limp form. Her voice trembled with indisputable fear and urgency as she cried out, "Lady Chloe, oh my God, can you hear me?!" Then, she let out a desperate, ear-piercing wail, "Someone, please! Help me!" As her gaze frantically darted around, searching for assistance, they finally locked onto Juniper's
The Surrogate's Vendetta FIFTY-EIGHT: The Strange Nurse
"I'm telling you she was willing to kill to protect her son," Chloe said to Audrey. "I can't believe Dad allowed her to go scot-free after what she did." "You can't blame him, though. His hands were tied. There's no way Dad could go against the Queen's orders," Audrey responded reasonably. "And just because Juniper said she could kill to protect her son doesn't prove that she pushed you. Besides, any mom would do anything to protect their child." "Who's side are you on?" Chloe snapped grudgingly. "I'm telling you, I didn't harm her son! And she's the one who pushed me down the stairs." "Relax! All I'm saying is that you need hard evidence if you really want to see Juniper held accountable." Exhausted by the argument, Audrey waved a dismissive hand and asked in a voice filled with concern, "By the way, how are you feeling now?" Restricted by the brace holding her neck in place, Chloe struggled to take a sweeping glance at her own body. "Oh, I'm getting better, I g
The Surrogate's Vendetta FIFTY-NINE: Handsome In Distress
Camille was on her way home, holding a leather bag that contained the tools of her successful mission when her phone buzzed with an incoming call from Juniper. "Mission accomplished, but I need confirmation— was everything executed cleanly? Are you certain there's no trail leading back to you?" She asked, her voice dripping with concern and seeking reassurance. "One hundred percent. I took precautions," Camille replied with certainty, a hint of a smile playing across her lips. "The camera-jamming brooch I wore ensured I was a ghost. . . invisible to every hospital surveillance camera I walk past. With no footage of me, there's zero chance of them tracing my involvement." "And what about the Royal guards posted outside Chloe's room?" Juniper pressed on. "Lifecast mask and a wig," she replied concisely. "They likely think a redhead Russian nurse walked in today, not me." "Fingerprints?" "Oh, come on, Juniper. You know me better than that. You know I'm always thor
The Surrogate's Vendetta SIXTY: "I Think You're Meant For Me"
The soft blanket of snow muffled the sound of their footstep as Camille and the young man walked away from the alley, leaving behind the thugs who were still writhing in pain and struggling to recover from the sudden and intense counterattack. As they strolled, the young man turned to Camille with a look of awe, his eyes shining with admiration. "Where did you learn to fight like that?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine curiosity. "That was incredible! Thanks for saving my life, by the way. I'm Damien." He extended his hand in gratitude, but Camille brushed past it, barely acknowledging him with a glance and leaving his hand hanging in mid-air. "I know who you are," she replied curtly, her tone devoid of warmth or enthusiasm. Of course, she knew who he was. Who in Forêt-Bleue didn't know the Prime Minister's notorious son, Damien Christophe—The nation's "Merman"? The media and public had given him that awful title after he had dominated every swimming competi
The Surrogate's Vendetta SIXTY-ONE: Yuletide Surprises
"YOU'LL DO IT?!" Damien's voice rang with excitement. "YOU'LL BE MY BODY GUARD?!" Camille cringed inwardly as his exclamation drew the attention of the people at the nearby tables. Even though there were just a handful of people in the café, she wished the floor could just open at that moment and swallow her up. Why the hell was he being so loud? It had taken almost a week to make up her mind and contact him about her decision, but now she was beginning to reconsider it all. "That's exactly what I said in my text," Camille replied as calmly as possible. "That's great!" He said, flashing her toothy smile. "But what made you change your mind? If I can recall pretty well, you vehemently declined my offer. You said you wouldn't be my bodyguard even if you had a gun to your head. What changed your mind?" His smile widened and his face morphed into an expression of mischief. "You couldn't resist my good looks, could you?" Camille didn't respond to his cheeky
The Surrogate's Vendetta SIXTY-TWO: Not His Son
Ever since Chloe found her son, she'd been in a world of her own, thinking that she could regain her rightful place in Cedric's heart and as his wife. However, when the paternity test came back negative, her whole world crumbled to dust. AGAIN! And of course, there was no one she could blame for all the misfortune happening to her, other than that lowlife slut who had appeared into their lives and turned it upside down. The sound of Chloe's angry breaths was almost rhythmic as her flaring eyes shot lasers at Juniper, who was strolling down the hall with her son, looking carefree. "Look at her, being all happy and cheerful, after turning my life into a living hell," she hissed under her breath, each syllable coated with bitterness. Her father had filled her in on the entire story. He'd shared every single detail about how they'd discovered her son living in a well-refined orphanage in Paris. According to the manager, the orphanage had been facing eviction from their p
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The Surrogate's Vendetta SEVENTY-THREE: What Have You Gotten Us Into?
Juniper paced restlessly in the hall of Camille's house, murmuring to herself. "What are we going to do? What have I gotten us into?" But nothing eased her anxiety than seeing Camille burst through the front door. "Oh, Camille! Thank God you're finally here." "What is it? What's wrong?" Camille asked snappily, her eyes searching the other woman's face. Juniper noticed the slight bruises and scratches on her face and neck, not to mention the large ruddy stain on her shirt, but there were more pressing matters. Besides, if she looked this much of a mess, her opponent must be resting in a morgue at the moment. "HIM!" she replied tersely, her finger pointing directly at the problem at hand. A horrified expression took over Camille's face as her gaze followed Juniper's gesture to the lifeless man on the floor. His wrists and ankles were tightly bound with duct tape, and a crumpled grocery bag covered his head, obscuring his face. "Did you kill him?" she asked hesitantly, h
The Surrogate's Vendetta SEVENTY-TWO: New Year Resolution
Camille let loose a heavy sigh when her phone rang, revealing her annoying boss' ID on its screen. "Hey, I need your help," Damien's voice poured from the other end as soon as she answered the call. "What do you want this time?" Camille drawled grudgingly. "Meet in front of your house, I'll give you the deets. I'm waiting." "How do you—" And he hung up. Truth to his words, Damien's sleek sports car sat outside her gate, its polished lines gleaming in the light. And there he was, leaning nonchalantly against the driver's side door, looking all gorgeous in a tan, woolly turtleneck sweater paired with light blue ripped jeans and tan shin-length boots. In addition, a luxurious beige fur coat draped elegantly over his shoulder, complimenting his casual ensemble and accentuating his handsome features. As soon as he noticed her, Damien flashed her a million-dollar smile and took off his designer sunshade, revealing his ever-glowing jade eyes. "Hey, you," he si
The Surrogate's Vendetta SEVENTY-ONE: Something Smells Fishy
It was quite a hassle to have a one-on-one conversation with the Queen due to the New Year's Feast yesterday, but now that the festivity craziness was gradually blowing over, Juniper got her chance. Juniper gave the lady-in-waiting a polite nod as soon as she permitted her to proceed into the Queen's Study. A meaningful smile took over her chocolate-tinted lips as she strode into the glamorous working space of Forêt-Bleue's monarchess. "Good evening, Your Majesty," Juniper said with a respectful bow before settling into the seat in front of her. Her gaze hovered around, taking in the splendor of the grand room. "I'm truly humbled to be granted this rare audience. I must have saved a nation in my past life. To be frank, I half-expected my request to be denied," she added with a soft chuckle, her fingers splaying across her chest. "It's really an honor to be in the presence of the Queen of Forêt-Bleue herself." Without her lifting her gaze from the documents before her,
The Surrogate's Vendetta SEVENTY: Fireworks!
Camille swiftly jerked her hand back, not because his head was burning like hot coals, but to escape the traitorous surge of "Mama Hen" tendencies that surfaced and made her go all soft around vulnerable people. She DID NOT want to feel that way around this complicated man. He was already dangerous enough hale and hearty, she didn't want to find out how much more dangerous he could get with that fragile expression plastered on his pretty face. "What did I say about boundaries, Damien?" She complained, her tone taking on its usual coldness. Ignoring her dismissive tone, Damien coughed raspily, cleared his stuffy nose into the napkin in his hand, and whined weakly, "I don't know what's wrong with me. I usually never get sick. I always take good care of my health." He scowled at her in feigned annoyance. "Maybe it's because I've been spending too much time with a certain frosty companion." "Or maybe because you thought it was cute to keep swimming in the wint
The Surrogate's Vendetta SIXTY-NINE: A Sick Merman
Juniper's voice poured out from the other end of the line, vibrating with excitement. "It's been hella hectic all day around here that I didn't get the chance to contact you earlier, but I have news for you. . ." . she paused for suspense before dropping the bombshell. "Cedric asked me to marry him." Of everything Camille expected to hear today, that was the very least of them. The Crown Prince proposed to Juniper even though the public still acknowledged Chloe as his fiancée? Does he not realize how much backlash that would bring to the Royal Family? Whatever charm Juniper had on that man was really effective. "So what was your response to his proposal?" Camille asked even though she knew the answer. Juniper's response was accompanied by an unsettling laughter, "I said yes, of course. Why would I refuse such a proposal?" "So what exactly is your plan? To be the Queen?" "No. I aim to destroy the Royal Family. To let Cedric watch as his beloved family slowly crumble to d
The Surrogate's Vendetta SIXTY-EIGHT: Let's End This Game
Chloe knew it was quite uncourteous to bother the Crown Prince this early in the morning, but she was excited to share the new idea she'd come up with for the New Year's Banquet tomorrow. She wasn't sure why the Queen had insisted she oversaw the handling of the event and made her son assist too, but she was utterly grateful. She'd been able to spend more time with him than she had lately and without a doubt, they'd enjoyed each other's company. She didn't want to get her hopes up, but from the looks of things, he was bound to bring up their marriage anytime soon. Struggling on her titanium crutches, Chloe hurried down the hallway leading to Cedric's room. She was feeling all pumped by their meeting until her eyes spotted someone departing the Crown Prince's room. She stopped in midstride, the smile on her lips and in her eyes draining instantaneously as she realized who it was. It was JUNIPER! Leaving Cedric's room, clothed in his. . . in his SHIRT?! She stood f
The Surrogate's Vendetta SIXTY-SEVEN: Let's Get Married
As a good girl with a good head on her shoulders, Juniper sucked Cedric's erection real good, slurping nonstop and keeping her eyes locked on him to capture every single reaction he made. At first, her pace was slow and lazy, but with greater excitement came a heightened tempo. . . and she gagged on him faster and deeper, just as much as her small mouth could allow. Her body begged to be touched— especially the swollen bud at her sweet cunt. It throbbed so bad that she couldn't bear it anymore. Slipping her trembling fingers down the waistband of her trousers, she greeted her clits, alleviating its craving with delightful manipulations, until she felt pleasure spread across her body like wildfire. And soon after, she was shuddering from its gratifying effect. Everything she did drove Cedric crazy. The way she sucked him so well, the way her golden eyes remained hooked on his, the way her scrumptious boobs bounced in rhythm to her movement, the way she touched herself, the
The Surrogate's Vendetta SIXTY-SIX: Silent Night, Unholy Night
Juniper wasn't sure how they made it to the Crown Prince's Chamber but once there she realized it didn't matter, all she cared about was making crazy love with this old flame of hers. Cradled in his strong arms, Juniper entwined her legs around his hip, anchoring herself in place as he subjected her lips to an endless series of fierce and hungry kisses. Her whole body had no choice but to surrender to the urgent pressure of his lips, flaring in response as if set ablaze by an ardent desire. She didn't want to admit it, but after that sensual night in Paris, she'd longed to be kissed, touched, and penetrated to the core by this man. And she intended to get all of those today. Finally, Cedric set her feet on the ground, noticing how her legs wobbled like jelly and how reluctant she was to detach her lips from his—not that he was complaining. In fact, he felt a triumphant kick of pleasure surging through him knowing that she wasn't completely immune to him. She wanted
The Surrogate's Vendetta SIXTY-FIVE: What Better Way To Begin The End Of The Year?
Juniper wasn't drunk. She'd barely even finished the fifth glass of the wine that Dylan had brought from his cellar. She'd just been acting to stop Dylan from making her chug more than she could handle. No one needed to tell her it was a mistake being actually drunk in the same space with that wily fox. Also, she'd purposely called Cedric over to Dylan's house— with two good reasons: One, to get her out of Dylan's house before she was forced to share a bed with that scum. And most importantly, to make Cedric insanely jealous. Ever since Chloe hurt her leg, she'd used her injury as leverage to snag his attention to the extent that Juniper was starting to lose her grip on him. She knew he still had lingering feelings for her, even though he tried his damnedest to hide it, and making him jealous was the only way to put him back on track. Nothing gladdened her soul more than seeing him this way, consumed by jealousy and fury, and she had every intention of fanning th
