All Chapters of The Surrogate's Vendetta: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Juniper's hand dropped to her side as she stood frozen in front of the TV, her eyes fixed on the screen in horror.___ "Tragedy has struck the Clermont Family," The news anchor announced, his tone calm and solemn. "Audrey Clermont, the talented A-list actress and second daughter of the esteemed Clermont Family, was found dead on the grounds of her home early this morning. Report alleged a handwritten suicide note was discovered on the rooftop of her house, where it is believed she took her own life by jumping to her death. The suicide note suggests that the late actress had taken her own life due to the constant blackmail she'd received from the Young Prince's mother of Forêt-bleue, Juniper Laurent, who allegedly had requested a huge sum in exchange for keeping her secret silent. Shockingly, Audrey had once been in the adult movie industry, under the pseudonym, Kiki Miles, and this was realized at exactly 1:00 am today when an X-rated video starring the late actress was

Jerome braced himself for a tongue-lashing the moment he was summoned to the Station Commander's office, knowing he was in for a severe rebuke. He had expected this reaction from the very moment he chose to disregard his superior's directive. As soon as he walked in, the Station Commander's face turned red with anger. He sprang to his feet and hauled a journal at him. "You had one simple task, Detective Luc," the Commander thundered, his voice echoing through the room. "Your orders were clear: 'Do everything in your power to charge Juniper Laurent with the crime of blackmail.' And yet, what did you do? You let her go?!" Jerome swiftly caught the book before it made contact with his face. He maintained a collected attitude as he strode towards him. "I let her go because she wasn't guilty of the crime, sir," he said level-headedly, placing the book back on the table. "There was no solid evidence to hold her to the crime, sir. Are you suggesting I charge someone for what the

Juniper was beyond relieved when she finally made it to the Royal Palace. It was nearly a fatal attempt trying to get passed the reporters, protesters, and very angry fans, who swarmed the major roads leading to the palace. In fact, it was a miracle she'd made it out in one piece— Though she couldn't say the same for her car. She still wondered why the public was still hassling her concerning the issue of Audrey's supposed suicide. The media had already revealed to the public that she had nothing to do with it and her charges were dismissed, but why did it seem to aggravate the issue even more? Someone was definitely fanning the flame in her direction, and she didn't need to think twice to guess who it was. Juniper sighed deeply as walked down the corridor to her room. Since she wasn't in the best state of mind, her major aim was to get everything behind her for now, retire to her room, and hope tomorrow turned out better. Socializing with anyone in the palace wa

Camille stood in the lobby of Pool Stadium, waiting for Damien as he wrapped up a conversation with his coach. She was beyond proud that he successfully bagged another gold medal in today's competition. At this rate, he was one step closer to joining the National Team. Her face illuminated with rampant joy at the prospect. Damien would be extremely happy when that moment arrived. She knew more than anyone how much he'd worked and trained for this, and he deserved every ounce of success that came his way. Engrossed in her thoughts, Camille had no idea when Damien came to stand behind her. "Hey, gorgeous," he whispered tenderly into her ears. Startled, she spun around to face him. But before she could utter a word, he swiftly scooped her up, lifting her off the ground, and began striding towards a quieter, more secluded corridor. Mortified, Camille struggled in his arms, her head swiveled from side to side to check if anyone was watching them. "Hey, put me down," she hissed at h

Damien froze in the spot he stood as a plethora of questions bombarded his mind. Why was his parent here? Why did they choose today of all days to come to his house? What was he going to do? He shook his head, snapping out of his daze state. First off, he had to wake Camille. Fortunately, when he returned to the bedroom, Camille was already half awake. She stretched beneath the duvet, resembling a cute, little kitten, and flashed him a subtle smile as her eyes partially fluttered open. Her dark waves were disheveled, scattered across the cloudy pillow, yet she looked alluring— so alluring it took all the life force he possessed to resist the urge to join her in bed and proceed to make mad love to her. "Who's at the door?" Camille asked groggily. "Uh. . ." Damien gave a nervous laugh, accompanied by a wavering gaze. "My parents." Camille nodded slowly, pulling the duvet to her chin, and settled back into bed. "Hmm. Okay!" She murmured, surprisingly unbothered