《Her Sister’s Surrogate》全部章節：第 11 章 - 第 20 章

Grace’s POVI already knew tonight would be the first of many I’d come to dread.The air around the dining table was thick, mostly with my own tension. My stomach was in knots, my appetite nonexistent, but I still sat there, pushing food around my plate like I wasn’t coming apart inside.I wasn’t even sure what I had planned to say to Hunter in the study before dinner when I called his name. It wasn’t like I could tell him what I saw. Helena would deny everything, and I had no proof. I should have taken a damn photo.Across from me, Helena swirled her wine lazily, completely at ease, like nothing in the world could touch her. She was lost in her own world, laughing softly at some story only she found interesting. It cut through the silence smooth, perfect, like her. But she wasn’t perfect. She was a cheater.I wanted to punch her.How could she be so careless? She had everything, a husband who would do anything for her, a life most people could only dream about. And still, she was thr

Grace’s POV I woke up with a sharp gasp, my body trembling, burning hot, my heart slamming against my ribs. My skin felt too tight, like I was going to burst from the heat inside me. I was aching and… wet. The kind of wet that shouldn’t be possible for a virgin.I barely had time to process it before the memory of the dream hit me in flashes. It was dark, raw, dominant. It had involved Hunter. Oh god.But not the composed and unreadable Hunter I saw at work. Not the man who sat across from me at dinner last night. This Hunter had been something else entirely…sexy, demanding and dominant in a way that made my thighs tremble even now.“You’ve been teasing me, sweetheart.” His voice still echoed through my brain, deep and filled with something dark and dangerous.I gasped, pushing off the sheet off, but it didn’t help. I was drenched, my body still pulsing; I understood the reason. I had come in my sleep. I had just woken up from an orgasm. Over him. My sister’s husband. This was so ba

Grace’s POVBy the time lunch rolled around, I was ready to scream. I hadn’t been able to focus all morning. Hunter had been in and out of his office, and we had hardly spoken. I had timed dropping off his morning coffee well. He had been on a call with the Asia office.Currently, my inbox was full, my schedule stacked, but nothing I did could slow my racing thoughts. Everything about this day felt off, like I was standing on the edge of something I didn’t understand, and the ground was already shifting beneath my feet. Was it just last night or was it everything?I knew now I had made a mistake moving in with them. But seeing Helena with that man... her lover had thrown me off balance. My need to tell Hunter to show him that Helena didn’t deserve the pedestal he had put her on conflicted with my need to protect him.My morning was focused not on work but on my problems and how the hell I was going to get myself out of the shit pile I had landed myself in.So, when Quinn texted me tha

Grace’s POVHelena knocked once before pushing my bedroom door open like she owned the place.Well, she did own the place with Hunter, but while I used this room, she couldn’t just walk in anytime she liked.I turned from the mirror where I’d just finished brushing out my hair. “You know, usually people wait for an answer.”She smiled sweetly, stepping inside. “Old habits die hard.”I bit back the response I wanted to give her. “Well, while I use this room, please knock first.”She leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, perfectly poised. “Are you really going out with Max again tonight?”I arched a brow. “Is that a problem?”Her gaze skimmed over me, taking in my simple dress, minimal makeup, the effort I’d made to look nice but not too nice. “I just don’t think it’s a good idea.”God, she sounded like Hunter. I crossed my arms. “Why not?”Her smile stayed in place. “You’re vulnerable right now, Grace. Max is... well, you know his reputation. Also, you could be pregnant with my chi

Hunter’s POV “What is this?” My voice came out low, controlled, despite the rage building inside me like a pressure cooker about to blow. The bathroom steam clung to my skin, making everything feel more suffocating, the expensive marble walls closing in around me. The package in my hand felt like it weighed a thousand pounds. Helena’s perfect smile faltered as her eyes locked onto the pills in my hand. For just a second, something flickered across her face - panic, maybe guilt, definitely fear. But then it was gone, replaced by that smooth mask she wore so well, the one I was starting to fear had been there all along. The one I’d seen her practice in front of mirrors when she thought no one was watching. “Oh, those?” She turned off the shower before reaching for her towel, wrapping it around herself with practiced casualness. Water beaded on her shoulders, running down skin that suddenly seemed too polished, too deliberate, like everything else about her. The designer perfume she al