All Chapters of A surrogate for my ex's uncle : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

CHAPTER 42 IVY For a moment, I felt lost. I stood in absolute silence, too stunned to speak. How was she able to recognize me? And what was the big deal about meeting me in a random boutique? Before I could utter a word, the young lady quickly whipped out her iPhone and snapped a quick selfie with me. “I’m sorry for disturbing you,” she politely apologized. “You can go on with your shopping.” In the next moment, she was out of my sight—actually, out of the boutique. She looked so excited and happy. I couldn't help but wonder if this was a thing in Monaco. “Good day, ma’am! Welcome to Kleist Boutiques!” the receptionist chimed, her warm smile accentuating her perfectly contoured cheeks. “We're delighted to have you here. How may I assist you today? What kind of wear are you looking for? I promise you, we have all the top brands, and you’ll love it.” I scanned the lavish lobby, taking in the sleek marble floors and crystal chandeliers as I entered the private VIP section. “Wow,

CHAPTER 44 IVY The young lady who descended the stairs was breathtaking. She looked to be in her early twenties, with long, curly brown hair cascading down her back like a waterfall. As she approached, the pink-bobbed lady's expression turned smug, and she nodded in the young lady's direction. “Ah, here comes her,” she said. “How have you been doing?” The young lady, whose name tag read “Sophia,” smiled warmly. “Hi there,” she said, her voice friendly and welcoming. “I'm Sophia, the manager. How can I assist you today, Mrs. Forbes?” “Thank you for coming down here; I really appreciate it. But I have a complaint to make,” she began, her eyes fixed on Sophia. “I was assaulted and insulted by one of your staff and her cheap, slutty friend.” I felt my brows shoot up in surprise at the absurdity of her claim. My heart raced as I listened to the unfolding drama, knowing I had picked up the shoes first. She told the manager the opposite. Sophia’s eyes widened in shock. “Assaulted and

CHAPTER 46 CASPER I could feel my fists clenching. I should have never left with Ivy's driver, but it was just too urgent. I had to visit some elders of the parliament to see how bad I looked inside for attending my parents' memorial. I had to leave so early after I heard that my grandmother was angry with me to the extent of inviting me to her palace and taking time out of her busy schedule to reprimand me. However, I was still grateful for what Ivy did. For the past few hours, she has been the headline of Monaco news. Everyone has tagged her as a slut and a woman who lacks manners for staying back with her husband and not honoring his parent's death. I know that must be more than enough for her, not to mention tolerating things like this from Dorothy. “Can I have the shoes now?” Dorothy's face lit up with a triumphant smile. “At least I can afford them, unlike some people.” I looked at her with raised brows. “Are you being serious right now? Dorothy, it's been four years since w

CHAPTER 48. IVY “Good morning, Miss. How can we help you?” the man at the entrance said to me. I smiled politely. “Good morning, sir. Who are you?” The man introduced himself. “I'm Jake, the head of the disciplinary team. How can we assist you at this hour, ma'am? Does the prince know you're here?” I glared at him. “Does he need to know I'm here? Don’t I have the right to be here whenever I want?” I watched him shudder and force a smile. “I apologize, Miss. I was just a bit curious as to why you didn’t come with him but rather alone.” “Please, how can I help you? I’m in charge here.” I softened my tone and projected confidence as I spoke. “Mr. Jake, I want to see the guards who were brought in here—the ones whose negligence led to my picture being leaked to the press. Where are they locked up?” His brow furrowed in confusion. “Ma'am, did you say they were arrested and locked up? I hadn’t heard about that. We could…” I quickly interrupted, raising my hand. “Didn’t Leon bring a

CHAPTER 50 CASPER I’m still surprised that Ivy didn’t make much fuss about knowing my ex-wife. I was a bit apprehensive that she might resort to malice or give me the cold shoulder, but it seems I was wrong this time. As I looked at the clock, I realized it was just a few minutes before our first parliamentary debate in front of the elders and my mother. Oddly enough, I wasn’t nervous or flinching; however, deep down, I was anxious about the scrutiny I might face today. I had come up with a good excuse for not attending the memorial. The media had shifted the blame onto Ivy, but I planned to change that once I entered the hall. I intended to explain that I still hadn’t moved on and had chosen to honor my parents privately. I just hoped the old men would buy it; otherwise, I was doomed. I could have claimed a health issue and said I wasn’t physically stable enough to join everyone, but that would seem too childish, wouldn’t it? I walked over to the mirror to check my new suit. I lo