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FIFTY-SIX: May The Best Player Win
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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
The Surrogate's Vendetta SIXTY-THREE: Sunny×Cold
"Welcome to the Forêt-Bleue Swimming Team Training Center," Damien announced, spreading his arms in a dramatic gesture. Camille sighed inwardly as she adjusted the strap of his sports bag, hanging so painful on one of her shoulders. She wondered what on earth he'd loaded in the damned bag to make it so heavy. And even more, she wondered why she was carrying it in the first place. It was only five days since she began to work for him and it already felt like a decade's worth of her lifetime had been sapped away. "Why does it seem so empty, though?" Camille asked, gazing around as they made their way towards the swimming pool. "Because it's the winter break, Camille!" Came his concise answer. But Camille was still skeptical. "Are you sure we're allowed to be in here?" "Of course. I've got the Head Coach's approval," Damien said snappily and with a hint of arrogance. "I'm the nation's merman after all. I've proven my abilities time and again— and my reputation speaks for it
The Surrogate's Vendetta SIXTY-FOUR: Why The Hell Was She With Dylan AGAIN?!
[THE ROYAL PALACE] It was way past dinner time and Juniper was nowhere to be found. Cedric scanned through the palace in search of her, at least to be certain she was within the protective walls of the palace, but. . . no sign of her. She usually never stayed out this late especially when she didn't have Hector with her. She'd always come back on time for dinner and tuck their son in. So, where the hell was this woman by 11:23 pm? He still had no idea where she went almost every day, considering she was unemployed and only showed up at B. Frangrance when there was a board meeting. And even though he wanted to ask so badly, he couldn't bring himself to pose the question. Because that would be prying into her private life and he had no rights to do that. To be honest, he was worried sick that something might have happened to her. Though he knew he was probably overreacting, he couldn't shake off the nasty feeling. Juniper was a capable adult, more than able to take care of her
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