All Chapters of Accidental Surrogate For The Ruthless Billionaire : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

ELOISE POV:The drive back home was quiet as I stared out the window until I didn't realize when I slept off from fatigue due to the exercise performed in the prenatal class. Not to even forget that I was feeling mentally and emotionally drained from thinking too much about I and my child's safety and future. The fear that had managed to creep into my heart didn't let me find peace but I was glad that I found rest. The sound of the car horn and slamming of the door jolted me awake. My eyes snapped open as I was woken back in the present.Just then, I saw Dante striding across the parking lot after stepping out of the car. For a moment, I naively thought he was coming around to open the door for me but of course, I was wrong.Without a second glance, he left me sitting there, casually heading into the house. He acknowledged Claire’s warm greeting with nothing more than a slight wave of his free hand, the other tucked neatly into the pocket of his pants. He hadn't even bothered to gl

DANTE ROMANO'S POV: He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose as he lifted his gaze to meet mine. "I'm sorry, Mr. Romano. But as your personal doctor who have been treating you for years now, I needed to go through some old files of yours, you see," he spoke professionally with an edge of fear in his voice. "I need to be sure of what I'm thinking or about to say before passing down any news to you," My brows furrowed at him as he explained. "What are you thinking and how is that any of my damn business?" I snapped, clenching my jaw and fists to hold back myself. "It is, Mr. Roma—" My fists landed hard on his desk before he could complete his sentence and he jolted, dressing his seat back immediately in fear when the hit left a crack on his table. My voice was hard, reflecting how irritated and impatient I was feeling at that moment. "I am demanding to know how my wife and child is, Doctor Roy. I don't give a damn about your stupid thoughts or assumptions, you hear m

Eloise POV: "Sir, may I come in?" Claire’s voice came from just outside the door. "Yes, you can," Dante replied, his tone casual and unreadable. Claire entered, pushing a food trolley stacked with a variety of healthy dishes. She wheeled it silently to the side of the bed and began arranging the plates on the master-table with care, something she was used to doing after serving the Romano's household for many years. "You can leave it. I’ll handle the rest," Dante said flatly, arms folded over his toned chest as he leaned against the wall. Claire paused mid-motion, clearly taken aback. It was unlike of him to take over such a task, and the surprise showed in her widened eyes. For a brief second, she stared at him, processing the shift in routine. Snapping out of it quickly, she averted her gaze and straightened up, nervously wiping her hands on her dress. "Ah—yes, Sir. I’ll be on my way now," she said, stepping back and leaving the rest untouched. Once Claire was gone, Dante m

Eloise POV:Dante's whole body stiffened before me after I had pushed him away.He stared down at me as my chest rose and fell, the temperature of the bathroom suddenly running cold, the running water from the faucets piercing my ears, and goosebumps began prickling my skin.I shivered as I stepped back away from him. Shaking my heard, I whispered to myself with tears brimming my eyes, my gaze dropping on the floor of the bathroom."I-I shouldn't have. This is wrong. What were you thinking, Eloise? What was I thinking? I was about to be a fool again. How could you?! Why can't I get a damn grip on my emotions?! Why do I always succumb at the slightest care and attention that I get?" I cried, sobbing as I drew back.Then I noticed Dante's approach to me but I stopped him right awat with my hand in the air before he could come any closer. "No!" Something flickered across his eyes but I didn't care to know what it was. "Don't get any closer Mr. Romano. I am an idiot, right? I know you d

Dante's POV:I knew my actions, my tone, and the way I reacted around Eloise were confusing—too complicated for her to fully grasp. But what else was I supposed to do?I needed her close. Right beside me, where I could keep an eye on her. Where I could protect her. I couldn’t let history repeat itself and put the both of them in danger. No way. Still, I didn’t want her to misinterpret the care I showed. I didn’t want her reading too much into the attention, thinking it meant something... softer. It wasn't the right time yet. I just needed clarity. I needed to be sure of my assumptions because even the doctor wasn't sure. Was Eloise really Emma? The same girl who saved me five years ago?Because if she wasn’t Emma and I let her in, let her see a side of me I never show, only to find out she was someone else entirely then that would destroy me.All the time. All the energy. All the fucking emotions. Wasted.I took out my phone from my pants and quickly typed a text."Any updates yet?