Forced To Be The Billionaire’s Surrogate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

AVAI’ve lost count of how many days I've stayed here. Escaping proved more difficult than I thought it would. The other day I found out that Carter had changed my name, and even created a new passport.How he was able to do that in my unconscious state still amused me. Everything about the house was creepy, from the colors of the room, to the old maid, to the numerous bodyguards. Who knew Carter, Zayn's supposed bodyguard and trusted servant, could be this rich? I’ve not been allowed to leave the house and anytime I ask why, Carter's excuse was that I am not strong enough to start moving out. And when I persisted, he said I didn’t have the right clothes to go out with. And so today, he decided to get me the ‘RIGHT’ clothes. The sound of his horn broke me away from my thoughts. I didn’t need a soothsayer to tell me he’d arrived. I hurriedly went into the room and laid down on the bed. In no time, the door was open ajar and Carter walked in. This has been the normal routine of com

AVAI had just finished breaking down in the restroom. It wasn’t seeing him that made me so emotional, it was the fact that he never gave up. He travelled miles away just to search for me. I made a silent prayer that he would understand that wink. As much as I wanted to run into his arms and hug him tightly, I needed him to tread carefully with Carter.Because the Carter I’ve stayed with these days is a very careful and dangerous man. Currently in the books, he was the good one, my supposed passport shows I am his wife with other documents he had managed to forge. Thankfully, Zayn was able to handle the situation well. Carter stared at him, and I was sure he had already started having doubts about Zayn coming here, “Mr. Beckham…” he began and Zayn interrupted him, “Call me Zayn, no need for formalities anymore.”Carter clenched his fists underneath the chair. He was barely able to hide the hatred and disdain he hadfor Zayn. “Zayn. The thing is that, I enjoy my quiet space, and yo

AVAAt first, I thought I was sleeping. Carter’s voice sounded so distant and hushed, but the words were too sharp to be ignored. “It’s just for a week. What could possibly happen?” He whispered, and I strained my ears to hear him properly, “I had to agree so as not to raise suspicion. If I find out he has an ulterior motive or if he finds out her real identity—I won’t hesitate to kill him!”On the last words, I jolted up awake, my heart beating so fast. And there he was…a sickly smile on his face as his eyes burned me with so much intensity. He quickly dropped the phone on my bed stand, “You’re awake.” He said casually, “Did you have a nightmare?”I didn’t respond to his question, not when I had just heard him threatening to kill Zayn. I had thought this was just a sick obsession but from that call, it’s obvious it was something worse, perhaps a vendetta against Zayn. “How is your hand? Does it still hurt?” He asked again, reaching out to my hand and I flinched, before questioni

AVA I watched them leave from my room window and immediately left my room. I knew all the blind spots in the hallways, so it was easy to navigate through until I got to his room. With the spare key I had managed to steal, I opened it hurriedly and entered. This was my first time in this room, and my eyes scanned the room for any cameras, but I didn’t find any. Switching on the lights, I moved around. The reason I had come here was to find the forged passport he made for me. I started with the drawers. Papers, pens. Gun.I froze. He had a gun, not one but two, lying in his drawer. I shut the drawer fast, trying to steady myself. Next was the wardrobe, I rummaged everything, making sure not to scatter…but there was nothing. Where could he have hidden this? I was about to close the wardrobe when my eyes caught something. My ring. The one Zayn had given me on our wedding day. It fell to the ground and my fingers trembled as I bent to pick it up, shoving it in the bag I had brough

AVA We were barely unable to keep our hands off each other and only with this little interaction, I have laughed more than I have done since I entered this house. Indeed, he was my source of joy. And I couldn’t even describe the feeling of finally able to hold him after months.I broke away from the kiss, a smile on my face. “Fine.” He muttered, “Let’s talk.”We both sat down, and he started, “Why did you change your name?”“I didn’t. He forced it on me”. I narrated the whole ordeal to Zayn from when I woke up from coma until now. “In summary, It’s been hell. The Carter we knew back then isn’t the same one in this house.” “And I swear, I would kill him!” Zayn seethed, his hands clenching and I immediately interlocked our hands, “We need a solid plan. Carter has so much authority and power in this country.” I said, trying to calm him down. “I think he has mental issues, I think he gets the thrill from killing people.”“Who did he kill?”“Andrew, Sophia and lots more, Zayn. In fact,