All Chapters of The Surrogate's Vendetta: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Juniper had a full-blown smirk of satisfaction, playing on her lips as Dylan poured out his heart—pathetically—over the phone. "You're the only one I can trust. My parents have turned their back on me and I have no one else. I can't go to prison, Juni. I won't survive in there." "Dylan. . ." "I swear on my life, I didn't do it on purpose. I was drunk and that little bitch took advantage of the situation to frame me. Please, help me again this once, and I promise to be indebted to you forever." Juniper loosened a deep sigh. "To be honest, Dylan. I don't know how I can help you get away with this one," she responded, her voice laced with false concern. "This isn't a minor issue. There is enough hard evidence pinning you to the crime." She paused for a moment, and let out another sigh. "But I have a way to help you evade the police. I can help you stowaway abroad and settle there for a while until things blow over here—" "I'll take it," Dylan accepted readily. "I'll do whatever it

"I wish I could have been there to see him suffer," Camille breathed, her voice tinged with regret. Juniper nodded in agreement. "Same here, but you were handling the most crucial task of all. Knowing the Duponts, they'll likely launch an investigation once they realize their son is missing. That's why it was necessary to remove all evidence of our wiretapping and cameras from Dylan's house to prevent them from tracing it back to us and potentially uncovering our involvement." Camille adjusted her position in her seat. "Well, now that we've taken care of Dylan, it's time to focus on our next target: Audrey. Since we already know her little, dirty secrets, getting the truth out of her will be a cakewalk." "Of course. I'll find a way to meet her." Juniper concurred matter-of-factly. "Last I checked, she's currently filming a movie abroad. I've already sent the guys to keep an eye on her and inform us as soon as she returns to France." "Great," Camille nodded, he

Antoine Clermont? What was he doing here in the Prime minister's Residence? What was that vile man up to this time? Questions and suspicions swirled around her head in a frenzy as she watched him intensely. Then their gaze met and held for a brief moment, before his wife, Florence Clermont, came out of the car, drawing his attention to her. For obvious reasons, whenever she saw him her heart, body, and soul automatically get overcome with uncontrollable rage. This was the man who had taken her little brother away from her and silenced her with wealth and power. She wanted to storm over there, grab him by the throat, and ask him where the hell he'd taken her brother. But that was a terrible idea no matter how tempting it was. He couldn't possibly recognize her now. She wasn't that helpless, little girl he'd once known— And keeping it that way was the best. She couldn't blow her cover. Not now, not yet. "Hey, are you coming or what?" Damien called out to her

THAT SAME EVENING. . . Juniper stood at the front door of Audrey's house, waiting for someone to answer the door. She'd bid her time the week, waiting for Audrey's arrival and the rightful moment to confront her. And today was the day. She was NOT leaving here without what she came for. In no time, the front door swung open and Audrey appeared before her, holding her son in the crook of her arm. She hesitated for a moment, her eyes widened. "J- Juniper?" She stuttered, her tone filled with surprise and confusion. "What brings you here?" But Juniper's countenance remained calm. Her chocolate-tinted lips morphed into a huge smile as she fluttered her fingers at her. "Hello, Audrey. It's been a while." When Audrey didn't respond but continued to stare at her with skepticism plastered on her face, she chuckled to herself, tilting her head to the side before asking, "Can I come in?" Snapping out of her dense mode, Audrey nodded in return ushering her into the house. "Oh, I

After receiving that bleak call from Camille that morning, Damien had barely concentrated throughout the competition. He could think of nothing else but her. In fact, it had taken all that was holy for him to actually come first place. He left the stadium right after claiming his gold medal and the first thing he did was rush over to Camille's place to check up on her, only to find her house empty. He rang her countless times but her phone was switched off— which was totally unlike her. He was so worried that he remained there at her front gate, leaving numerous voicemails, and hoping that she returned home as soon as she received them. After hours and hours passed by, panic set in. He began to pace restlessly in front of his packed car, glancing at his phone at every second. "God! Where the hell is this woman?" Damien whispered to himself, his voice inundated with concern and anxiety. "Hold on! What if. . . what if she'd been on her way to the pharmacy and coll