All Chapters of The Accidental Surrogate's Secret: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Candice's POVMy face was buried in my hands as I sat on the edge of my bed, tears cascading down my cheeks. I couldn’t shake the weight in my chest, my sobs the only sound in the quiet room. Dorian’s anger lingered in my mind, his actions left me feeling so small and powerless.I flinched at the soft knock on the door but didn’t respond. The last thing I wanted was anyone adding to my pain. A moment later, the door creaked open, and one of the maids stepped in.My eyes lifted slightly, and I saw an older woman walking toward me. Concern filled her eyes as she sat at the end of my bed.“I’m fine,” I sniffled, wiping my tears with the back of my hand before she could ask. My voice trembled, betraying my words.The maid gave a small, understanding smile. “Miss Candice, are you all right?”My brows furrowed as I glanced at her, the lines on my forehead deepening. “I said I’m fine.”“I’ve worked for Mr. Anderson for many years,” she said, her tone calm and reassuring. “In all that time, I

Candice's POVMy steps were heavy as I headed straight to the room a house worker had prepared for me, shutting the door behind me. I tried to steady my breathing, but my chest remained tight. After all my efforts to be polite, Dorian’s stepmother used her cruel comments and questions to ruin it. Her words played over and over in my head, and made my stomach churn. “You look just like her,” she said with a smug smile. “Dorian’s ex-girlfriend. What was her name again?” She tapped her chin as if trying to recall, though it was obvious she already knew. “Ah, yes. Sophia!” I sat on the edge of the bed, gripping my dress as her words echoed in my mind. My stomach twisted, and with how Dorian’s ex was described, it looked like she left a scar on him. Someone who, according to Dorian’s stepmother, I could never measure up to. Was that why Dorian always stood up for me? Was I just a poor replacement for someone he had truly cared about? Did his touches, whispers in my ear, hugging me to sl

Violet’s POVJealousy had always burned inside me like a slow, steady flame. Candice had always been the golden girl—sweet, admired, lucky. Everything she touched turned to gold. Even when she lost something, life handed her something better.I thought I had finally beaten her when she and Joshua divorced. I had him. I had his money, his attention, his name. And now, I was carrying his child—at least, that’s what he believed.But then she had to show up again. This time, with Dorian Anderson—a billionaire, a man more powerful than Joshua could ever dream of being. Seeing them together made my stomach churn with rage. It made me want more. I started demanding more—luxury, gifts, proof that I was the one who truly won.Today had been no different. I had spent thousands on designer dresses, heels, and diamond jewelry, basking in the attention of store clerks who fawned over me. But the moment I stepped into the penthouse, I knew something was wrong.Joshua was sitting on the couch, his b

Candice's POVMy hands tightened around the handle of my bag as I stood at the entrance of Dorian’s grandfather’s mansion. Grandfather sat in his usual chair, his gaze sharp as he set down his teacup and studied me for a moment before speaking. “You’re leaving already?” His voice was calm. I hesitated before nodding. “Yes, I have something I need to take care of back home.” He didn’t respond immediately, but his piercing eyes held mine. “Is this about Dorian?” I swallowed. “No, it’s something personal. I just need to handle it on my own.” A small sigh escaped him as he leaned back. “You’re a strong lady, Candice. But strength doesn’t mean you have to do everything alone.” I smiled faintly. “I know.” Grandfather nodded. “Very well then. But take care of yourself.” His tone’s firmer now. “And be careful.” I exhaled slowly, “I will.” He watched as I turned to leave, but when I got to the door, he spoke again. “If you ever need anything, Candice. You always have me to run to.” M

Candice's POV“Candice…” My head snapped up when I heard my name and I saw Dorian. My breath left my chest in a sob as I tried to scream his name. My arms wriggled as I tried to lift it, and all I could do was stare at him, my heart pounding loudly in my ears, unable to process what was going on. The men who kept me captive froze, their eyes wide with fear as they staggered backward. "Dorian, please," I whispered, barely able to get the words out of my mouth. Dorian's eyes met with mine, tears cascaded down my face and I looked away. Shame washed over me at the fact that I was molested and almost taken advantage of. His eyes scanned my body, the rope bruises, the tears that dried on my cheeks and my turned shirt. His gaze softened for just a moment like he couldn’t imagine I was in this mess, but his expression quickly hardened. Without a word, he moved forward, his eyes dark and burned with fury. I stared at the deadly and terrifying side of him. His feet carried him so fast