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ELOISE. It started with a knock. Not loud. Not frantic. Just a firm, sharp rap against the front door. Like someone who knew exactly what they were doing. Dante had been in the kitchen, slicing apples with that same quiet precision he applied to everything lately. I sat on the couch, one hand on the curve of my belly, the other flipping a magazine I wasn't reading. We both heard it. His eyes flicked toward the door, then back to the knife in his hand. “Don't move,” he said gently, like always. “I'll get it.”But I was already on edge. I didn't know why. I felt weird like the day I got poisoned, the way I felt that day was what I was feeling now and it made me uncomfortable. The silence after the knock stretched too long. Long enough that I pushed the magazine off my lap and stood, ignoring the low thrum of warning in my chest. I padded toward the hallway barefoot, peeking just in time to see Dante pull the heavy oak door open. Then I saw her. Tall. Thin. Radiant in that cold,
Accidental Surrogate For The Ruthless Billionaire Chapter Forty Four
ELOISE. I sat there, hands clasped gently on my lap, fingers digging into each other like a prayer gone wrong. The silence in the room felt like someone had turned the volume down on the world. Just the soft ticking of the wall clock and the sound of my own breath. Slow and measured. Too calm for what was unraveling in front of me. Valentinacrossed her legs with deliberate grace, her red lips curling into a smile that didn't reach her eyes. The boy in her lap, rested against her shoulder like he belonged there, like this was all perfectly normal. Like she had every right to be sitting in my living room, staring at my husband, and holding his supposed son. “I must say,” she began lightly, voice smooth and creamy, “I didn't think you'd actually invite me in. Pleasant surprise. Still charming as always, Dante.”His name on her tongue made something twitch deep inside me. Dante didn't respond. He just stood there, arms crossed, his jaw so tight I thought it might crack. He hadn't mov
Accidental Surrogate For The Ruthless Billionaire Chapter Forty Four.
DANTE. The door upstairs slammed, the sound echoing like a final verdict. Still, I didn't move. I stayed rooted in the middle of the room, arms crossed, watching the woman I once knew like she was something that had crawled out of a pit and dared to call itself familiar. Valentine smoothed her skirt with a flourish, always poised, always performing. Her lips curled in the kind of smile that would make a weaker man think she'd won something, but I wasn't a weaker man. And she'd never been able to read me. She perches back into the velvet chair like she belonged there, she didn't. Not in my house, not in Eloise’s house. “That was quite the exit,” she said, the words like syrup over a blade. “So dramatic, but then again, I suppose you've always liked them emotional and easily rattled.”I stepped closer and she noticed, just like I wanted her to. Her hands twitched slightly where it rested on the child’s shoulder, but her voice didn't waver. “I mean, Dante,” she continued. “You bare
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DANTE.Silence clung to the house. Eloise had finally surrendered to sleep, her chest rising and falling in a fragile rhythm that I watched through the half-lit hallway. Upstairs, her closed door promised peace–at least for now. I slid out of the bedroom, careful not wake her, and descended downstairs, hoping to find solace in the stillness. The living room was dark, only the glow of the streetlight spilled through the curtains. My heart eased, until I noticed the dim light under one of the guest room doors on my way to my office. I'm definitely sure that the light to that room wasn't kept on. I stood there, gut twisting, I wanted to think that Valentina had gone, but here I was, because she was the only one that was inside this house. My instinct screamed for me to rip the door open and drag her out, but Eloise was resting, that restraint held me back. Instead, I walked quietly down the hall towards the door, each step measured. I pressed my hands to her door and it eased open. T
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Dante. The air shifted the moment the door opened. I was sitting at Eloise's bedside, elbows on my thighs. Watching her chest rise and fall like it was the only thing keeping me sane. Her skin had regained a whisper of color, her eyes fluttering in and out of sleep. But the moment that door creaked open again, something cold and jagged cut through the warmth. Boots on linoleum. Murmured voices. Then I saw her. Claudia. Dragged between two officers, wrists cuffed, face wet with smeared mascara and shame. Her white blouse was wrinkled, hair frizzled at the edges like she'd been tearing at it. She looked smaller than usual. Not like the housekeeper I'd known for years. Not the woman who'd made my coffee, folded my shirts and hummed while cleaning the damn windows. No. This woman looked like guilt wrapped in skin. My body went still, every muscle locking. Into place. Eloise stirred beside me. “Claudia?”Her voice was faint. Confused. She blinked again, trying to sit up, but the
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DANTE. She looked like a ghost under the hospital lights. Still. Too still. I sat beside her bed, elbows on my knees, hands braced against the weight if my own uselessness. That sickly beeping from the Montour carved into my head like a knife. Every soft breath she took from the oxygen tubes felt borrowed. Fragile. I had her hand in mine–small, cold, bruised at the knuckles. And all I could do was hold it tighter, like that would tether her to this world. To me. Her lashes fluttered, heavy with the effort. She blinked slowly, lips barely parted. “Dante…”That voice, soft, broken, lodged itself straight into my ribs. I gripped the bed Rail, I didn't breathe. I just watched her eyes try to focus on mine like she was waking up from underwater. She was alive. Christ. I dipped my head to her arm, forehead pressed to her skin like I was grounding myself to the one thing in the universe that mattered. A faint scent of antiseptic lung to her–but underneath that, still her. Lavender and
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