All Chapters of Surrogate for the Billionaire Mafia: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

MAEVE "I'm glad to see you awake." I jumped immediately and turned to find the doctor who was here yesterday standing by the bed. My eyes widened and I stuttered as I tried to maintain composure. "H-hello. I didn't realize you were here." He nodded. "I got a notification this morning that Mr Romanovich wanted me here immediately. I wasn't able to come last night due to a slight inconvenience. My apologies." "It's fine," I replied in a tired tone. "I am fine." "He said you weren't last night." "I was.” My brows knitted, did I even say that? “Well I'm fine now," I replied, feeling greatly uncomfortable that a man was staring at me just as I awoke from my sleep. "I'll check your vitals and also look at your sprained ankle. It's swollen." I pulled away from him and immediately he took my hand. "Don't touch me!" He sighed and leaned away from me. "I can't leave this room until I am sure you're fine. Mr Romanovich isn't also going to like the fact th

MARINA Today, I had a political rally to attend. My father was running for the position of the Minister of Interior/Defense. It was a very smart move for him to make. I gave myself all the credit as it was I, who convinced him to run for that office. And I fucking knew he was going to. He barely said no to me so I had the upper hand here. This was going to make things easier for me. I wouldn't have to worry about security processes or rectification of my goods. It was a relief. A great relief. I smiled at myself in accomplishment. What I lacked in being a good, dutiful wife, I had in abundance when it came to being a smart woman. Maruska knew that and even if the love wasn't there, he appreciated my wits. But the idea of attending the rally with him made me displeased. We were going to pretend, yet again, to be the ideal, happy couple. But we both had unspoken grudges against each other and I knew Maruska was waiting for me to speak first so he could attack

MAEVE Without wasting much time, I climbed out of the bed, catching myself against the iron railing before I crashed to the floor. In my excitement, I'd totally forgotten I had a sprained ankle. I supported myself against the edge of the bed before heaving forward and limping to the door. I pressed my back against it, peeking out of the glass to see if anyone was there. Thankfully, no one but regular staff was walking past, some in a hurry, some relaxed. Slowly, I twisted the door knob, pushing it open. I looked from side to side for any mean dressed-in suit before I dashed in the other direction. My sprained ankle slowed me down but I didn't stop. I weaved past people, my head bowed low because I was sure as hell that someone would recognise me. And I honestly wasn't ready to go through that stress. I heard the thud of footsteps coming in my direction and snapped my head up to see one of Maruska's guards at the far end of the hall. Panic set in and I collide

MAEVE I sat in bed, shaken by everything that had happened today and mostly mad at myself that I had been unable to make anything out of it. I was back in this room and its imposingly crippling walls that only reminded me of the miserable person I was. With a cup of warm jasmine tea cradled in my hands, I let the tears run free. I wanted to be at myself for not being fast enough, then I remembered I tried everything I could to escape. I was close. Fucking close to escaping. And somehow, Maruska's men caught up with me. Everyone in the country would have been rich if they had the same determination and grit as his men. Because how the hell would I be able to escape now? Maruska was sure to double his security once again and probably have me locked up in my room. I remained seated in this bed until I heard the sound of the gates opening. I could taste the fear on my tongue, feel my heartbeat in my throat. My hands shook and the scalding hot cup

MAEVE The next morning, I woke up to a terrible feeling of nausea. The build-up was slow and oddly disturbing. One moment, I was seated in my bed, confused and trying to soothe my disturbed stomach in whatever way possible, and the next, a deep rumble in my stomach had me hurriedly climbing out of the bed and rushing towards the restroom. I pushed the door open and in my haste, I crashed to my knees, before the toilet and pushed the lid open. Everything I'd eaten last night came rushing out of my mouth. A sick feeling sat at the pit of my belly and even when there was nothing to puke out, the retching was still there. I fell back against the wall closest to me and began to sob. My stomach ached and a terrible headache banged away behind my head. It wasn't like I was experiencing a hangover from drinking too much, right? Because I drank nothing but water and the soothing tea Irina so loved to bring to me. I leaned towards the toilet, closed the lid, and flushed