All Chapters of The Mistress Surrogate: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

After weeks of searching aimlessly for a job I finally settled for a waitress at my former place of work, the owner who is kinda my best friend, though we haven't been in touch for a while now and wasn't sure he was going to offer me the job if I asked. He was my only hope at this point.I pushed the door and the annonying christmas song rang, it's eeked me a lot while I was working here. Despite not being December the song played repeatedly each time the door is pushed open, Harry thought it to keep his restaurant alive and festive.Festive indeed.... That particular Christmas song haunt my dream.Normally getting a job was useless since I had a lot of money sitting in bank from having Liliana in my womb. I had no use of it now that the only person that I went through that entire process for was gone.I greeted the lady at the counter who was probably a replacement for me, since I left my job abandoned without telling Harry that I was leaving. 

They all stared at me, all of them. I clench unto the pregnancy report in my hand as I watched all of their reaction. Beatriz was in utter shock at this as she looked at me with unbelief, her eyes were fixed on the pregnancy report that she requested to be seen.When I offered it to her, she quickly tore out the sealed brown envelope before glaring at Damon, "Get my reading glasses" she said to maid standing next to her. Rather than waiting on her reading glasses, she could've asked one of her sons with perfectly good eyes to take a look but apparently she wanted to be the first to take a look and decide.I wouldn't lie my legs felt like jelly, even the urge to pee disturbed me that there might be a possibility that I had peed a bit on my panties.... I hope not.With my body shivering with fear I just couldn't bear to look directly at Damon's face, he must be angry within, everyone was. I think I heard Elizabeth muttered, "That's impossible!" And I also think Be

The study was the largest part of the mansion. The way I saw it, It was like a home office built in for his comfort. We both sat opposite each other as I waited for him to speak.He seemed to be taking his time as he studied me for a while before starting off, "How have you been doing?" He asked."Wonderfully well, I suppose. I can say the same about you as well, you finally got Elizabeth to stick with you" I said referring to the renewing of vows they promise to take sooner than expected.He adjusted himself, surprised that I had been following his daily life. "I see you look out for me...." He said smiling.I laughed aloud at this. My face got serious as I crossed my leg and stared deeply into his eyes. "Look out for you? Come on, I don't have that time. I will have you know that your life is being featured on the news 24/7 or don't you watch the news anymore?" I grinned slightly for I believe I was winning whatever argument we were having.Smirk

I was able to get myself out of Beatriz hide out. If I had stayed in there any longer I think I might just die. I ran up to the last floor of the mansion, there was a separate room and the only room on that floor, the room has been restricted for a while but today it was open--- maybe the maids are about to clean it, they do that twice a month.When I stepped into the room I was a bit surprised at the size of it but I was too hurt to even bother about it. Since the room was in a secluded spot, it was the only place I can use to let go of all my anger and anguish. I stood at the balcony and screamed at the very top of my voice, it was loud enough together the attention of the maid trying to scoop out dirt from the swimming pool.I screamed again and again. It was my way of crying since my eyes had refused to produce out tears."Wow! You've got a lot of pain in your system. Take it from me, screaming it out won't help, letting go of the pain, will.' I turned

The diary Elizabeth wrote was opened wide in front of the police officer I ws directed to deliver my case. I watched as he scanned through the pages without having to read it's content. When he got to the part where the handwriting went amiss, he looked up at me to question me about it."Did you forge this to incriminate a person?" He gave me stern look, aggressively pushed the diary to my side and stopped any bit of explanation from my mouth. "Please leave, we don't have time for this" he said before throwing his eyes to the screen of his computer."I have another proof...." I tried saying, he paid no heed to my contention as he got up from his seat and left me in my baffling position.I felt a little disgusted at his behaviour but I had no time to dwell on a corrupt person who refuse to see the fact that was in front of his. I grabbed the diary and left the table.As i was focused on unzipping my bag so that I could put the book back in, I bumped