Candice’s POVI sat there, spine stiff and hands clenched in my lap, waiting for the verdict. After a moment of lingering silence, Dorian shifted slightly in his chair.When he finally spoke, his tone was calm—almost too calm. “I assume you’ve finished reading the contract.”I blinked. The words sounded simple, but the way he said them made my stomach twist.My lips parted, but no sound came out right away. I remembered last night—how I’d stared at that monstrous hundred-page document, flipping through clause after clause. I had tried. I really did. But somewhere around clause forty-something, my eyes had blurred, exhaustion had hit, and I’d left it halfway through, the contract sprawled across my bed.Still, I couldn’t bring myself to admit that.“I—yes,” I said quickly, maybe a little too quickly. “I read it.”Dorian raised an eyebrow. “All of it?”I swallowed hard, heart fluttering like a trapped bird. “Yes. I understand my responsibilities.”He leaned forward slightly, his eyes na
Candice's POVWait, what? Dorian?Time stood still and both of us, stark naked and frozen, stood, staring at each other. My left hand immediately flew around my bosom to shield my breasts while my right hand flew below my waist to cover my genitals.‘Dorian just saw me naked, Dorian just saw me naked’ My brain seemed to chant repeatedly, as I stood there, unsure whether to run or or just remain glued to the spot."What did I say about entering other people's rooms?" Dorian questioned, his expression stoic as he grabbed a nearby towel to tie around his waist."I should be asking you the same thing," I replied, trying to sound calm as I tightened my grip on my bosom."I won't ask again, Candice. What are you doing in my room?" His eyes were trained on my face, jaws locked."I...I thought it was my room," I stuttered“Clause number 17 said not to enter other people's rooms. You're the one who defied the rule. It's just day one and you're already breaching the terms of our contract. Are y
Dorian’s POVI leaned back slightly, watching her through narrowed eyes. Candice’s fingers twitched as she spoke, and her lashes fluttered too much—small, telltale signs of a liar.I hated liars.“Still lying, Candice?” I asked again when she didn’t respond fast enough.She bit her lip, looking away. “That’s not a lie, Mr. Dorian. The hospital arranged for me to replace the original surrogate.”Her voice was steady, but everything else about her screamed deception.I scoffed under my breath. “Is that so?” I murmured, tapping my fingers against my arm.Something about this entire situation didn’t sit right with me.As I studied her, my grandfather’s voice echoed in my mind.“You need to marry and have children, Dorian. It’s the only way to secure our family’s legacy.”For months, he had been relentless about this, as if my life belonged to him to control. I could still remember his sharp gaze, the weight of his expectations pressing down on me.“Do you think our enemies will hesitate t
Candice’s POVI shifted uneasily in the chair Dorian had offered me, my fingers gripping the edges as if they could anchor me in place. The moment he stepped out of the bathroom to take a call, my nerves went into overdrive. What was he talking about? Was it about me? I tried to make out his words, but all I caught was the deep, commanding timbre of his voice.When he returned, he didn’t sit in his usual armchair. Instead, he moved to the edge of his massive bed, his piercing sapphire-blue eyes locked onto mine with an unreadable expression. Then, out of nowhere, he asked a question I never saw coming.“How much for an abortion?”“Huh?” My breath hitched, my heart slamming against my ribs. Did I hear that right?He tilted his head slightly, his face calm, detached. “How much would it take for you to terminate this pregnancy?”I recoiled, my hands instinctively pressing over my abdomen. “That’s not happening, Mr. Anderson. No amount of money will—”“Five hundred thousand dollars?” He c
Candel's POVThe moment the door clicked shut behind me, I pressed my back against it, letting out a shaky breath I hadn’t even realized I was holding. My legs felt weak, and for a moment, I thought I might collapse right there. Every nerve in my body buzzed with unease, my heart hammering relentlessly in my chest.The tension between us had been suffocating—so close, I could feel his breath on my skin. I could still feel the weight of his gaze on me, like he was reading every thought, every flaw.For a second, it had felt like we might kiss. Almost.But no. I couldn’t let myself think like that. Dorian had made it clear—the pregnancy was the only reason we were even in the same room, let alone so close.“Don’t think you’re special, Candice. You’re just the surrogate.”I swallowed hard. I had to remember that. I wasn’t here for anything else. He didn’t care about me—not really.Why was I even thinking about our proximity when there was something far more important?He knew.Dorian kne
Candice’s POVJoshua flinched as if the air itself had turned hostile.Then Dorian turned to me.All that simmering menace melted from his features the moment his eyes met mine. The hardness in his jaw softened. “Are you hurt?” he asked, his voice quieter now, just for me.My lips parted, but no sound came out. My heart was still rattling in my chest. I managed to shake my head.“I’m fine,” I whispered, though the truth was, I felt like a bomb that had only half-exploded.He didn’t hesitate. Dorian reached out and gently took my hand—his large, warm fingers curling over mine and turned to face the sea of eyes that had gathered around us. People were staring, whispering, some still wide-eyed from the scene. Then his voice rang out.“For those of you who seem confused,” he began, his tone almost casual, “allow me to clarify.”My stomach tightened.“This woman—” he lifted our joined hands slightly, “—is my fiancée.”The silence shattered into a hundred shocked gasps. My eyes widened, b
Candice’s POVImmediately I stepped back into my room, my heels came off with a dull thud against the floor, my gown pooled around me like melted silk. Ana was already there, waiting for me with a soft smile. She didn’t ask questions. She didn’t press. She simply walked over and began helping me out of the dress, her movements gentle.“Let’s get you into something comfortable,” she murmured.I nodded wordlessly, trying to keep my emotions buried under the surface As she helped me change into a soft cotton robe, Ana glanced at me with quiet understanding.“You know…” she started, fastening the last button with practiced fingers, “Mr. Dorian wasn’t always like this.”My head lifted slightly. “Like what?”“So cold. So unreadable,” she said softly, brushing my hair back from my face. “He used to smile more. Talk more. There was… warmth in him. Once.”That caught me off guard.I turned to look at her, confused. “What happened?”Ana hesitated for a moment, as if weighing how much she shou
Candice's POVThe maid adjusted my dress as I took one last glance in the mirror. The deep red gown flowed elegantly, hugging my figure.It looked striking and wasn’t too revealing. The diamond necklace Dorian had sent through a guard rested on my collarbone, and it caught light whenever I moved.The maid stood back after adjusting the hem of my dress. “You look stunning, ma’am,” she said softly.The corner of my lips curled into a soft smile and disappeared almost immediately. “Thank you.”As I descended the grand staircase, my heels clicked softly against the marble steps. Dorian waited at the base of the staircase, his black suit sharp against his strong frame. His cold aura made him seem untouchable, like he belonged to a different world and he did.He looked up when he heard me coming. For a second, his gaze moved down my body, pausing briefly at my neckline before meeting my eyes again.A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, and his head tilted slightly as if he was undressin
Candice’s POVI was lounging in my room, flipping through a magazine absentmindedly when I heard a familiar, cheerful voice echo through the hallway.“Candice! I hope you’re not sulking in here!”Lily.Before I could even respond, the door swung open, and there she was, smiling as if she hadn’t a care in the world. She held a shopping bag in one hand and a mischievous glint in her eyes.“I brought you something,” she said, tossing the bag onto my lap before plopping down beside me.Curious, I pulled the package open, only to freeze when I saw what was inside—a revealing, undeniably sexy swimsuit. My face immediately burned.“Lily!” I gasped, holding it up like it was a piece of scandalous evidence.She laughed, clearly pleased with my reaction. “What? It’s perfect! Imagine this—you and my brother, all alone, out on a romantic swim date…” She wiggled her eyebrows. “Just picture it, Candice.”If my face wasn’t red before, it certainly was now. “A-A swim date? With Dorian?” My voice came
Candice POVDownhearted, I returned to my bedroom. I needed someone to talk to. Someone who would understand. So, I grabbed my phone and dialed Ruby’s number. She was the one person I could rely on to help me sort through my tangled emotions. It rang a few times before she answered, her voice warm but laced with concern.“Candice! You finally called! I’ve been worried about you. How are you? Are you okay?”I hesitated for a moment, then said softly, “Ruby, there’s something I need to tell you… It’s about Violet.”There was a brief silence on the other end. Then Ruby sighed. “I knew she wasn’t a good friend to you. What did she do this time?”My fingers tightened around my phone. “She—” my voice wavered, the weight of it all suddenly making her throat tight. “She claimed to be sorry for all she did to me and silly me accepted her apologies and agreed to meet up with her. Unknown to me that it was all a set up.” “What?!” Ruby’s sharp gasp was followed by a rustling sound, as if she h
Candice’s POVDorian turned to me, his expression unreadable. “Follow me.”Something about his tone made my heart race.I hesitated. “Where are we going?”He didn’t answer, just started walking.I frowned, quickening my steps to keep up with him. “Dorian, you never answered me. I told you not to hurt Violet. If anyone is going to deal with her, it should be me.”Still, he didn’t respond.Frustration built up inside me. “Dorian—”“Do more listening and less talking,” he cut in sharply.I pressed my lips together, suddenly feeling nervous. I could tell he was serious—there was no room for argument.The silence between us felt heavy as we descended a set of cold, stone stairs. The deeper we went, the more my heartbeat quickened.Then, we reached the basement.The dim, flickering light barely illuminated the space, casting eerie shadows on the damp walls. A metallic scent filled the air—sharp, iron-like. Blood.My stomach twisted as my eyes adjusted to the gloom, and then I saw her.Viole
Candice’s POVI shyly looked at Dorian, worried about what might happen.I carefully stood up, my legs still feeling a little weak, and walked toward the bathroom. Dorian offered to helped me get to the bathroom but I respectfully declined. He can’t help me wash my self and also help me to the bathroom. I need to do this one myself The sound of Dorian’s footsteps behind me made me even more nervous.I turned my head slightly, sneaking a glance at him. Dorian was staring straight at me. His intense gaze made my face heat up instantly.Didn’t he get the memo that he was supposed to turn around?I hesitated at the bathroom door before clearing my throat. “Turn around,” i mumbled, barely able to meet his eyes.Dorian raised an eyebrow, but without a word, he obeyed.I quickly undressed, my heart pounding, and slipped into the bathtub. The warm water wrapped around me like a comforting embrace, easing some of the lingering tension in her muscles.Taking a deep breath, I finally said, “
Dorian’s POV“Not just our baby” I thought to myself, the words burning on the tip of my tongue, almost rolling off. But I hesitated, unsure of how to express the emotions swirling inside me. I guess it was better I kept mute, so I did just that. Now wasn’t the time for this conversation. Candice had been through enough, and I could see the exhaustion in her eyes. She needed rest, not more confusion.I took a deep breath and turned to Ana. “Take good care of her.”“Yes, Sir Dorian,” Ana replied, bowing her head.Candice lay on the bed, her expression unreadable. Even after all that had happened, she wasn’t blaming me. That hurt more than if she had.I hesitated for a moment longer, watching her as she pulled the blanket tighter around herself. Her body was healing, but what about her mind? What about her heart?Anger started building up inside of me but I forced myself to turn away.As I stepped out of the room, I found Derek waiting for me. He was standing by the door, his hands beh
Candice’s POVThe moment my eyes met Dorian’s, everything else faded away. My heart clenched as relief, fear, and shame crashed over me all at once.“Dorian…” My voice came out in a broken whisper, but I couldn’t bring myself to say more.My body trembled violently. The ropes had left angry red marks on my wrists, and my clothes were torn and wrinkled. I felt exposed, vulnerable. But the moment Dorian stepped inside, the air in the room shifted. The two men who had tormented me moments ago froze in sheer terror.One of them, the shorter one, stumbled back. His eyes darted toward the exit, but he was too afraid to move. The other, the one with the scar, swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing as if trying to find the courage to speak—but he couldn’t.Dorian didn’t spare them a glance. He walked toward me in silence. His coat was in his hands before I could even process it, and he draped it gently over my shoulders. The warmth of the fabric sent a shiver down my spine, but not becaus
Dorian POVThe moment I stepped into the house, I knew The house felt too quiet. Something was wrong.I walked in, looking around, expecting to see Candice. But she wasn’t there.“Where is Candice?” I asked, my voice calm. Ana, the maid, hesitated before answering. “She… she went out, sir.”I stopped in my tracks, turning slowly to face her. My pulse pounded in my ears. “What did you just say?” My tone dropped dangerously low.Ana’s hands shook. “Madam Candice left a while ago. I… I thought you knew…”My heart started beating faster.“You let her go out alone?” I demanded. My fists clenched at my sides, my entire body tense with frustration.Ana swallowed hard. “I—I didn’t think—”“Exactly! You didn’t think!” I snarled. “You should have stopped her. You should have told me immediately!”Ana’s eyes filled with fear. “I’m sorry, sir! I didn’t mean to—”Her apologies only fueled my anger. “Your sorry is making me want to cut off your head,” I snapped, my voice cold Ana gasped, stepping
Candice’s POVThe shrill ringing of my phone pulled me from my thoughts. An unknown number.I almost ignored it.Lately, my peace had become more important than entertaining random calls, but something—curiosity, instinct, fate?—made me swipe the screen and answer.“Hello?”The moment I heard the voice on the other end, a chill ran down my spine.Even if I were half-asleep, I would recognize that voice.Violet.My breath caught in my throat. For a second, I wondered if I had misheard, if my mind was playing tricks on me. Violet? Calling me? After everything she had done?If it wasn’t for the pure hatred I held for her, I would have thought I was hallucinating.But what shocked me even more was her tone.Gone was the usual arrogance, the condescending sneer that dripped from her every word. Instead, she sounded… hesitant. Soft. Almost humble.“Candice… it’s me. Violet.”As if I needed an introduction.I didn’t say anything, waiting for the inevitable venom I was used to. But instead, h
Violet’s POVI have always hated Candice.Oh, we were friends—or at least, that’s what she thought. But deep down, I despised her. She was always the pretty one, the smart one, the one everyone seemed to admire without even trying. No matter what I did, I was always in her shadow, overlooked, underestimated. It made my blood boil.At first, I tolerated it. I smiled, played the role of a supportive friend, and pretended it didn’t bother me when people complimented her perfect grades, her perfect face, her perfect life. But the moment she married Joshua, I knew I couldn’t stand by and watch her have it all.Joshua was everything a woman could want—handsome, successful, rich. And yet, Candice had the audacity to waste him, letting years pass without even giving him a child. How selfish. How unworthy. She didn’t deserve him.So I did what had to be done.I wormed my way into Joshua’s life, playing the part of the sweet, understanding friend, always there when Candice was too “busy” or too