The Surrogate's Vendetta のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

A week had passed, but the memory of that kiss still lingered, refusing to be extinguished. As Cedric rode back to the Presidential hotel, fresh from the Inter-Regional Summit, he couldn't help but thank the good Lord that he had navigated the high-stakes meeting without a single misstep, despite his mind being utterly clouded by the enchanting woman who had left an indelible mark on his thoughts. Ever since that day, he tried to keep away from her and avoided being in secluded places with her. One thing he couldn't afford was rekindling what they once shared. He didn't deserve her. Juniper deserved someone who could protect her and he knew more than anyone else that person wasn't him. Chloe Clermont was his punishment for being such a coward and he was going to bear every bit of it till the end. The soft voice of his assistant, Marcel, crackled through the intercom, pulling him out of his turbulent thoughts. "We've arrived, Your Majesty." He'd been s

"What is the meaning of this, Cedric?" Queen Catherine exclaimed, her voice stern and demanding, as she swept into Cedric's bedroom. "How could you permit yourself to become embroiled in such a situation?" Cedric breathed heavily, almost out of frustration. His day was already challenging enough. He'd just gotten back from a difficult meeting with the Royal House PR team, and the last thing he needed was his mother's added pressure. "I have everything under control, Mother. Please, do not concern yourself." "I foresaw this. . . I knew it was a terrible idea permitting that woman into the Royal Palace, or even close to you," Queen Catherine retorted, her tone inundated with disdain. "She's nothing but trouble. That she managed to track you down in Paris and thrust herself upon you is utterly unacceptable. Perhaps it is about time for me to impart a measure of discipline and decorum." All of a sudden, Cedric's hands paused in the process of pulling off his winter jacket

Days passed after the whole scandal saga, yet Chloe was still unrest and bitter. It made her sick to see Juniper anywhere around the Crown Prince—LITERALLY—which heightened her eagerness to get her out of their lives. But there was nothing she could do about it, given the fact that Juniper was the mother of the Crown Prince's son. Hector was the only link between Juniper and Prince Cedric— and the only reason she had to put up with that sneaky bitch. If only that child hadn't existed in the first place, then getting her kicked out of the Royal Palace wouldn't have been too difficult. Just then, a lightbulb shone above Chloe's head and her lips morphed into a scheming grin. She couldn't change the past, but she could do one or two about the future. If Hector was the only connection between Juniper and the Crown Prince, maybe it was about time to sever that tie. It was almost lunchtime. If she was going to act, now was the best time. Moments later, Chloe was in the Royal kitch

Juniper watched in absolute horror as Chloe tumbled down the stairs in a loose, uncontrolled motion. Each thudding sound ricocheted off the walls in a tense sequence, until she landed at the bottom of the staircase, utterly motionless. What the hell just happened? Did she just throw herself down the stairs on purpose? Chills coursed through Juniper's veins as blood began to gather around Chloe's head like a red puddle. Was she dead? In an instant, a blood-curdling scream reverberated through the space, accompanied by the sound of frantic footsteps. A royal attendant rushed into view from the corner below the stairs, dropping to her knees beside Chloe's limp form. Her voice trembled with indisputable fear and urgency as she cried out, "Lady Chloe, oh my God, can you hear me?!" Then, she let out a desperate, ear-piercing wail, "Someone, please! Help me!" As her gaze frantically darted around, searching for assistance, they finally locked onto Juniper's

Camille was on her way home, holding a leather bag that contained the tools of her successful mission when her phone buzzed with an incoming call from Juniper. "Mission accomplished, but I need confirmation— was everything executed cleanly? Are you certain there's no trail leading back to you?" She asked, her voice dripping with concern and seeking reassurance. "One hundred percent. I took precautions," Camille replied with certainty, a hint of a smile playing across her lips. "The camera-jamming brooch I wore ensured I was a ghost. . . invisible to every hospital surveillance camera I walk past. With no footage of me, there's zero chance of them tracing my involvement." "And what about the Royal guards posted outside Chloe's room?" Juniper pressed on. "Lifecast mask and a wig," she replied concisely. "They likely think a redhead Russian nurse walked in today, not me." "Fingerprints?" "Oh, come on, Juniper. You know me better than that. You know I'm always thor