All Chapters of The Accidental Surrogate's Secret: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Candice POV“Help!!!” I screamed, my voice breaking with fear and pain.It felt like something inside me was tearing apart.My knees buckled as I tried to walk, but I couldn’t. The pain was too much.I crashed down to the floor, gripping my belly tightly. My breath was stuck in my throat. I was sweating all over. Cold, shaky sweats that made me feel dizzy.The nanny came running in, eyes wide. “Oh my God, Miss Candice!” she gasped, kneeling beside me in panic. “What’s happening? What’s wrong?!”I could barely speak. My lips trembled as I gritted through the pain.“My baby—my stomach… it hurts—so bad,” I groaned, shaking.“You’re going to be okay. Please, just breathe… just try to stay calm,” she said quickly, grabbing my shoulders gently and trying to keep me upright.“No,” I muttered, tears streaming down my face. “No, I don’t think I’m okay. I think something’s really wrong…”The pain hit again—harder this time.I screamed again.“Please,” I whispered, barely able to keep my eyes o

Candice POVI heard the door swing open with force. The loud sound echoed through the hospital room. I drifted my eyes to see who it was and I immediately turned my eyes away after I saw who. I just stared blankly at the ceiling, my hands resting on my stomach, my heart… completely numb.“Candice!” Dorian’s voice was filled with panic. “Candice, are you okay? What happened?!”He rushed to my side with a worried look. But I didn’t answer him.What was the point?“Don’t act so surprised,” another voice said casually from across the room. I finally turned my head slightly and saw Marcus still standing at the corner of my bed with a calm, smug look on his face.Dorian’s eyes narrowed in confusion. “What are you doing here?”Marcus chuckled and took a slow step toward him. “Why do I look like the bad guy here? I’m just doing the job you failed to do.”Dorian blinked. “What the hell are you talking about?”Marcus tilted his head and smiled like a devil. “I’m the one who saved your child

Dorian POVShe cracked.Her lips trembled. Her hands shook as she gripped the edge of the bedsheet. For the first time, she looked scared.“Dorian, wait… wait—please,” she said quickly, her voice rising. “It wasn’t just me! I didn’t plan it alone!”I narrowed my eyes. “So who did?”“It was your stepmother,” she said in a rush, as if the words had been pressing on her chest. “She was the one who told me what to do—she gave me the idea.”I folded my arms across my chest and stared down at her. “So now it’s her fault you drugged me?”Alora shook her head rapidly. “No, no! I mean, yes—she… she said if I wanted to get you back, I had to remind you what it felt like to be with me. That if I just got you into bed, everything would go back to how it used to be. She said Candice was just temporary—just a distraction.”I could barely breathe. I was disgusted. Disgusted with her. With myself. And with the people I let too close.“You really thought this was going to work?” I asked quietly, my vo

Dorian’s POVIt had been several days.I sat in the same position I always did, eyes fixed on my phone screen, where the live feed of Alora’s hospital ward played silently. She was always alone, pretending to be weak, pretending to be innocent.But that was the problem.She wasn’t doing anything. No sudden movements, no strange phone calls, no whispers, no weird visitors—nothing. Just lying there like a patient waiting for healing.I raked a hand through my hair and let out a frustrated groan. “Why the hell isn’t she slipping up?” I muttered under my breath. “Damn it.”“Can’t you for once do something that would serve as solid proof to me??” I leaned back and shook my head, talking to myself like a madman. “If this is all she’s going to do every damn day, what proof am I supposed to take to court? Just my word? That’s not going to cut it…”I facepalmed and let out a tired breath.“I’ve had enough of this,” I muttered, rubbing my eyes and picking up my phone again.I opened the survei

Dorian’s POVHer face had gone pale, her breathing quickened, and now… she was acting as if the man posed some kind of serious threat to our wedding. I turned to her slowly, a gentle frown on my face. “Alora,” I said softly, “why are you so against the camera guy being inside? What’s wrong? Do you know him from somewhere?” I watched her carefully, wondering if she'd confess.She blinked rapidly, clearly searching for an answer. Her cheeks flushed a deeper red, and I noticed a slight sheen of sweat on her forehead despite the cool air. She shook her head quickly.“No, I don’t,” she said, her voice a little too quick. “I just… I felt a bit nervous. He looked… unsettling.”“I was worried he might be one of those people from a gossip blog—you know, those unauthorized media folks who try to slip into weddings just to get sensational photos.”You understand how they operate, right?” She looked up at me, trying to sound convincing.“They twist stories, invent falsehoods. I just didn’t want