Semua Bab Accidentally yours: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Olive was finally discharged from the hospital. The sun’s warmth touched her skin. The doctor had assured her that her condition was stable, but she needed rest and proper care. She stepped out clutching the small bag. She couldn’t bring herself to thank him. After all, her life was a mess because of him. Outside, a sleek black sedan waited. A uniformed driver stepped out, offering a polite nod as he opened the car door. “Miss Olive, Mr. Raymond has asked me to take you to the penthouse.” Olive hesitated, She had always been independent, and this sudden reliance on Raymond’s resources felt suffocating. After a moment of internal debate, she refused to entered the car, deciding she can stay on her own and do better. “Tell Mr. Raymond I can take care of myself.” Olive said to the driver. The driver’s brow furrowed, but Olive didn’t wait for his reply. She turned on her heels and hailed a cab, her resolve hardening. She wouldn’t let Raymond or anyone else control her. The ride to

“Sir Raymond, Miss Olive has arrived at the mansion safely,” the housekeeper’s voice came through the phone. “She’s settled in and well taken care of.”“Good,” Raymond replied, his tone brisk. “Make sure everything she needs is provided.”The call ended, but Raymond’s mind lingered on Olive. He leaned back in his chair, his office dimly lit except for the desk lamp that illuminated the mountain of paperwork in front of him.Despite his focus on work, her face kept slipping into his thoughts. He smirked, recalling the doctor’s earlier words:"You need to engage her in sexual activities to strengthen her pelvic walls for the child."Raymond shook his head, chuckling softly to himself. The idea amused him, but it also planted a dangerous thought in his mind.With a sigh, he pushed Olive out of his head and returned to the matter at hand. His phone buzzed on the desk, pulling him away from his work.It was a text message from Olive:"Please, I need the documents of your real surrogate mo

Mia’s bitter laugh echoed through the room, her trembling hand pointing accusingly at Olive. Her voice was venomous as she snarled, “You think this is over? You’ve ruined everything—everything.”Raymond’s eyes darkened, his towering presence exuding cold authority. He stepped forward, his tone sharp and unyielding. “Mia, you’re not thinking clearly. I’ve asked you to leave because it’s the best thing for both of us. Staying here isn’t helping you.”Mia’s rage wavered, her face contorting as despair seeped into her expression. Her shoulders sagged, but her eyes glistened with unshed tears. “Best for who, Raymond? You? Do you even care what you’ve done to me?” Her voice cracked, heavy with anguish.Raymond sighed, but his tone turned harder, more resolute. “I care, Mia, but not in the way you want me to. I’ve never loved you, and I never will. I care because of the friendship between our families—nothing more. It’s time for you to let go.”Mia shook her head violently, her hair flying a

Mia leaned back in her chair, her fingers drumming against the table as she held her phone to her ear. “Make sure it’s done cleanly. No mistakes, no trace,” she said sharply.The man on the other end chuckled, his voice smooth and unbothered. “Mia, after all these years, you still question what I’m capable of?”He took a drag from his cigarette, the ember glowing briefly before he exhaled a cloud of smoke. His gaze wandered to the Chicago skyline outside his hotel window, his lips curving into a faint smirk.“Relax,” he said, his tone dripping with confidence. “You can start celebrating. The job’s as good as done.”Mia's laughter echoed through the phone, a cold, mirthless sound that sent shivers down the spine. "I knew I could count on you. You're the best in the business."The man's response was curt, his tone dismissive. "Just make sure you hold up your end of the deal." His words were a warning.He ended the call, slipping his phone into his pocket. His movements were deliberate a

The waitress leaned back against the passenger seat, her dark eyes gleaming with malice. “Not bad. She’s a pretty one,” she said, smirking as she glanced at Olive. “Maybe you will have a little fun with her before she kisses the earth goodbye.”Olive’s skin crawled at the words. She felt like an animal, something to be used and then thrown away. Her mind raced, trying to think of a way to escape, but her body wouldn’t cooperate. She was too weak, too scared. She felt like a lamb surrounded by wolves, helpless and cornered. Tears burned her eyes, but she blinked them back, refusing to give her captors the satisfaction of seeing her break.Who were these people? What did they want? None of that mattered now. All she could think about was escape. She had to get out, no matter what.The car slowed to a halt, the sound of crunching gravel beneath the tires breaking the tense silence. Olive squinted through her blurry vision and saw they had arrived at a desolate location—a forgotten piece