All Chapters of The Accidental Surrogate's Secret: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Candice’s POVI was caught off guard by the kiss. It started off gentle, like he was still trying to comfort me. But then it grew deeper. His kisses became warmer… needier. And I let him.I didn’t want to think about the pain anymore. I didn’t want to remember the glass or the blood or how useless I felt earlier. All I wanted in that moment was him—his touch, his warmth, his care.His fingers slipped up to my cheek, then into my hair, pulling me closer like he couldn’t get enough of me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding on tightly, like I didn’t want him to let go either. His scent, his breath, the sound of his heartbeat against my chest—it was all so real and so overwhelming.Then he lowered me slowly down to the bed.I could feel his body press against mine, heavy and hot, and my skin broke out in goosebumps. My heart was racing, my body trembling. Dorian’s kisses trailed down my jaw, to my neck. I closed my eyes, biting my lip to stop the soft sound that wanted to escape

Dorian’s POVI didn’t even remember how fast I was driving.The world outside the windshield was a blur—lights flashing, horns blaring, my heart pounding so loud I could barely think. I knew I was going too fast. I could’ve killed someone. I could’ve killed myself. But I didn’t care. All I could think about was what I’d just heard over the phone.Alora… ICU… Jumped…“No, no, no,” I kept whispering to myself. My hands were shaking on the steering wheel, and my mind was racing with a million thoughts. How? Why? What the hell just happened?I was still wearing the same clothes from earlier. My hair was wet. I hadn’t even dried off properly after my shower. One second I was holding Candice, about to kiss her again, and the next… chaos.I pulled into the hospital lot so fast I nearly hit the curb. The car screeched to a halt, and I jumped out, barely locking it behind me. I ran through the automatic doors, not even sure where I was going—just moving, just hoping someone would point me in t

Candice’s POVI waited.And waited.And waited.I kept glancing at the clock on the wall, watching the seconds tick by like they were teasing me. Every sound outside made my heart jump. I thought maybe it was his car. Maybe he was home. But every time I ran to the window and pushed the curtain aside, there was nothing. Just silence. Just the wind.“Where are you, Dorian?” I whispered to myself, pressing my palm to the cold glass.The living room was quiet. The house suddenly felt too big, too empty, too cold. I hugged myself tightly and began pacing back and forth. I tried sitting on the couch, but I couldn’t stay still for more than a minute. I got up. Sat back down. Got up again.I checked my phone. No calls. No texts.He didn’t even tell me where he was going when he left. He had just stormed out, looking so tense, and now I was here, alone, scared, and confused.I walked to the door and opened it, hoping maybe I’d see headlights coming up the driveway. But there was only darkness.

Dorian’s POV“What do you mean I’m going to marry her?” I asked, stepping back, my brows furrowed in disbelief.Alora’s father looked me straight in the eyes. “You heard me, Dorian. You’re going to marry my daughter.”I let out a bitter laugh. “Are you being serious right now? After everything that’s happened? I wasn’t the one who pushed her off a damn building.”“She’s lying unconscious in that bed,” her father snapped, pointing toward the room. “She tried to end her life because you humiliated her in public. You dragged our family name through the dirt. This is the least you can do.” “So that’s it? You’re going to guilt-trip me into marrying someone I don’t love?“Without another word, Alora’s parents turned and walked out of the ward.I rushed after them, but the moment I reached the door, it slammed in my face.A loud click followed.“What the hell—open the door!”I banged on it. “You can’t lock me in here!”But no one responded.When I tried to push past the guards standing insi

Candice’s POVIt’s been almost a week now.Seven long days.Seven empty, quiet, confusing days locked inside this big, cold house with nothing but my thoughts, a kind-faced nanny, and two bodyguards outside the door who won’t even look me in the eyes.I don’t know where I am. Somewhere Dorian can’t find me… or maybe somewhere he doesn’t even want to find me.I hate that I’m thinking like this. I hate that part of me is beginning to believe what his stepmother said.But what else am I supposed to think?The first day, I was sure he’d come.The second day, I kept checking the window, hoping I’d see his car pull up.The third day, I stayed dressed all day—just in case he came rushing through that door to take me home.But now?Now it’s day seven, and I’m sitting here, alone again. No calls. No texts. Nothing.Why hasn’t he found me yet?Dorian is Dorian. He can track people with just a phone number or a shoe print. But he can’t find me?Maybe… maybe he doesn’t want to.Maybe everything