Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Surrogate's Vendetta: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 79

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,

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

Camille was sleeping in for the first time in forever when the insistent buzzing of her cell phone rudely interrupted her leisurely morning. Without seeing the name flashing on the screen, she knew who exactly was ringing. Who else would call her at this time on a Sunday morning but the man who thought he had the right to do pretty much whatever he wanted? Drowsily, she reached for the annoying device on her nightstand, wondering what the hell he was up to this time. "Hello, Damien," she answered the call, her tone filled with grudges. "C–Camille?" instantly, her senses went on high alert, every indication of sleep leaving her body when she heard the strain in his voice. He sounded. . . weird. Like he was in pain or something worse. "Damien?" Camille's voice took a sudden note of urgency. "Is something wrong?" "Attacked," he mumbled. "Attacked?" She sat up in the bed, her heart thundering against her chest as she heard the unmistakable twist of pain

Camille never imagined Damien would kiss her, but what was even more unbelievable was the fact she was making no attempt to push him away. His lips were so soft and warm. They felt like plushies as they pushed pleasantly against hers. She knew she should stop him before things got out of hand, but his long fingers were already driving through her raven hair, cupping the back of her head, and nudging her closer to him. How exactly could she resist? And then, the kiss deepened. Warmth spread throughout her body like wildfire. The chilly wind about them now felt like hot steam as it awoke every dormant sense in her body. Her treacherous mind had always presumed he was to be a good kisser, but nothing prepared her for this level of perfection. There were no tongues, no sense of urgency, just needy lips against needy lips, yet he managed to make her heart— which had been stone-cold for quite a long while— do a couple of acrobatic stunts within her ribcage. She wa

"When did this happen?" Juniper asked as she and Camille followed right behind Kevin into The K&J Agency building. The modeling agency was in its usual state, bustling with stunning faces and impeccably toned physiques, as the models and staff went about their daily routines, oblivious to the devastating tragedy that had just struck. "The night before yesterday!" Came Kevin's succinct answer as he absentmindedly nodded to the salutations of his employees/subordinates." "The night before yesterday?" Camille repeated as her mind went back to that day. The day she'd been dragged to Damien's Island birthday party. She'd been out unwinding while someone's daughter had been violated when she could have done something to stop it. "If only I'd been around. . . I could have helped the poor girl." "This isn't you're fault, Cam," Juniper countered, her hand reaching out to pat her back. "No one knew this would happen. Let's focus less on self-blame and more on sending Dy