บททั้งหมดของ Forced To Be The Billionaire’s Surrogate: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

ZAYN'S POVAva clutched my shirt with shaking fingers as she watched me with her large dark eyes bouncing between mine.“What happened?” My hands settled on her shoulders feeling the violent tremors running through her. She tried to speak, tried to take in deep breaths, but couldn't stop the frantic shallow gasps from escaping her. I looked towards her room, as she also looked back, her pupils blown wide with panic. Her grip clamped down even harder on my chest. “In my room…” her voice was a breathy whisper that trembled with the force of her terror. My chest tightened, as an unsettling dread cooked in my belly, “What did you see?” My lips stretched into a thin line. “I… I…” a sob broke out of her, and her trembling fingers flew to her mouth, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She struggled to get the words out. “Wait here.” I said, brushing her hands off my clothes gently, stepping cautiously to her room.There it was. I didn't even need to step in before my breath was knock

AVA’S POV.I shot to my feet, my eyes going wide, “What? Which maid was it? What is her name?.” My feet already carried me straight to her without knowing it, and my hands clamped around her shoulders. “Uh… no, it's not what you think. I… I don't know her. I barely saw her. And I suspect she did it.” She said and air rushed past my lips, as I bowed my head, my hands still on her shoulder.“Thank you.” I said softly, feeling my hopes crash like a waterfall. I let my hands slip off her shoulders, and took a few steps back. “You may leave now.”She asked, tentatively, “Will you be okay?” “Yes, thanks once again.” I placed both hands over my face, as she walked out, “Don't close the door.” I ordered, quickly. “I won't.”That unknown maid was definitely the one who did that to my room. It had to be no one else but her. The problem was finding that maid before she did something else to me. I had to tell Zayn. I lay flat on my bed. If I told them that the only maid allowed in my room was

AVA’S POVSilence. The only thing that could be heard was the ringing tone of his phone, while we both stood still, coming to terms of what we had just done.“Ava?” He called out, finally breaking the silence, as I made sure not to meet his gaze, “I’m so…”“You should pick the call” I interrupted, my voice low and cracking, “I’ll be in the car” I concluded, trying to calm the turmoil brewing inside me, without another word, I turned back and walked out.“Shit!” I cursed at myself as soon as I walked out of his office. My heart was still pounding, and adrenaline was still tingling down my fingers from the force of the whole thing. My head was jumbled, and I couldn’t shake off the memory of the kiss, no matter how hard I tried.It had been a sweeping rush that had overtaken and overwhelmed me in such a way that I didn’t even know what I was doing anymore. My body was cold with sweat, but inside me, it was a boiling volcano, and the craziest of it all was that I kept wondering what wou

ZAYN'S POV.“Shit!” I yelled, hitting the steering as I sped down the highway. Carter’s words still echoed in my mind, “Ms Ava has been involved in a home accident”.My grip on the steering tightened, an image was already forming in my head; An image of Ava hurt and vulnerable like the night of the painting and my heart was already racing, I had promised that no harm would come to her.I screeched to a halt in front of the mansion, not caring to pack inside as I ran into the mansion, minding the stares from my workers. My only concern was Ava’s safety.Carter was standing in front of the kitchen, looking more relaxed than I'd have expected him to. “Carter!” I called out as I walked to where he stood, my voice laced with urgency and concern. “Were you able to catch the culprit?”He looked at me, confusion etched on his face, “There was no culprit sir, it was just a minor home accident in the kitchen”.“And why are you here instead of safeguarding her room?” I asked, my voice cold and

AVA’S POV.I pushed the door open, striding into the room, heading to my closet. “Sweater, sweater….” I muttered continuously, as my fingers brushed through the clothes. There it was, hiding behind a dress. I snatched it, and closed the closet door. However, before I could turn, a shrill sound rang out, and my eyes were drawn to the bed stand, where a phone lit the room.Wait, that wasn't mine. I walked to it, peering down into the screen. Then the call ended abruptly, and I saw 29 missed calls. This was Emily's. “So forgetful.” I muttered, shaking my head fondly, as I kicked up the phone. Almost immediately, a message came in. I wasn't going to look, but… I saw it anyway.What?! My fingers went weak instantly, and the phone slipped out of my hand, clattering to the floor. My feet fell back, as my heartbeat rose, pounding in my chest as I kept staring at the phone, with trembling parted lips. I kept swallowing, trying to calm myself down, but it seemed impossible. My body was