All Chapters of Her Sister’s Surrogate: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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Chapter Twenty-One

Hunter’s POVThird fucking night in a row. Sleep wasn’t going to come. It wasn’t even close.Those damn pills haunted me like a bad dream I couldn’t wake up from. I didn’t know what the fuck I was supposed to do, or think, or even feel. Everything between him and Helena had been tense since then, thick with silence neither of us wanted to break.I stared at the ceiling while Helena slept beside me, turned away. Even asleep, she was miles away, unreachable. Last night she’d tried again to get him to have sex with her. The seduction had included a silk negligee and candles. Her mouth sliding along my neck had left me cold. I’d wanted it. Fuck, I’d tried. I needed sex like the next guy, but every time I closed my eyes, all I saw were those pills and whatever the hell Helena was hiding.So my body refused to cooperate. Helena had tried hiding her anger behind the forced sweetness, but I saw the flash of fury beneath her careful mask.“Is it work stress?” she’d asked, her voice tight and

Last Updated : 2025-05-27

Chapter Twenty-Two

Grace’s POV The entryway was already filled with voices when we they came down the stairs the rest of the way. Their families had turned up at the same time. My mother, Margo Wilson, stood in the center like a queen holding court, elegant in a tailored blue suit that perfectly complemented her silver-blonde hair. At sixty, she still turned heads, a fact she worked hard to maintain and paid a lot of money. Botox was a beautiful thing in her eyes. “Hunter,” she exclaimed, air-kissing his cheeks. “You look wonderful.” “Thank you, Margo,” he said politely. Her eyes landed on me next, assessing. “Grace,” she said, her smile tightening slightly. “That dress is... sensible.” From Margo, ‘sensible’ was barely a step above ‘hideous.’ I forced a smile. “Hello, Mother.” “Anyway, your father is held up at the office and might not make it.” Margo told them. Behind her, Helena was greeting Hunter’s parents with practiced charm. Iris and Christopher Sinclair were as different from my mothe

Last Updated : 2025-06-08

Chapter Twenty-Three

Grace’s POV I shot her a grateful look as my mother’s mouth tightened. “Grace is excellent at her job,” Hunter said firmly. I watched Helena’s fingers tightened around her wineglass. “Darling, I’m sure Grace can defend herself. Mummy just wants her to do well in life.” “I don’t need defending,” I said, meeting Hunter’s eyes briefly before looking away. “I like my job.” “And she’s very good at it,” Hunter added, ignoring Helena’s sharp glance. The tension at the table was thick enough to cut with one of the sterling silver knives beside our plates. “Well,” Iris said, clearly trying to change the subject, “I think it’s wonderful how you’re all supporting each other through this process. It can’t be easy.” If she only knew. There was nothing wonderful about it. Just desperation, manipulation, and my own pathetic inability to say no to my sister. “Yes,” Margo agreed, her smile not reaching her eyes. “Grace has always been so accommodating. Haven’t you, dear?” There was

Last Updated : 2025-06-12

Chapter Twenty-Four

Grace’s POVThe morning after the family dinner, I woke to the sound of hushed voices in the hallway near my room. Helena’s controlled whisper, then Hunter’s deeper tone… their words indistinct, but the tension unmistakable.Great. Nothing like waking up to marital discord when you’re living in someone else’s house.I’d noticed it throughout dinner last night, subtle friction beneath their polished surface. The way Hunter had pushed back against Helena’s manipulations. The way she’d worked extra hard to maintain her perfect wife image. Something wasn’t right between them.The voices faded, followed by the sound of retreating footsteps. I glanced at my phone: 6:45 AM. Too early for Helena to be up voluntarily unless something was wrong. My sister treated mornings as a personal affront—another charming trait we didn’t share.I dragged myself out of bed, my thoughts heavy with the events of last night’s dinner. Margo’s ongoing cutting remarks throughout the evening. Hunter’s unexpected d

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Chapter Twenty-Five

Grace’s POVBy the time we pulled into the parking garage that morning, I’d made a silent vow to keep my mouth shut around Hunter Sinclair about his marriage.No more questions. No more concern. No more getting caught in the crossfire of whatever was going on in that marriage. I was just the assistant. The surrogate. Nothing more. Like I had said before—all couples have fights. It was best if I stayed out of it.After our run-in in the kitchen, the air between us on the drive had been thick with unsaid things. Not angry, exactly. Just... muted. He hadn’t spoken unless it was about work. I hadn’t dared say a word that didn’t involve schedules or reports. It was easier that way. Safer. Cleaner. Like slipping back into a role I actually understood.Still, I couldn’t stop replaying the look on his face after I asked if everything was okay with Helena. Like I’d crossed some invisible line I hadn’t even seen coming. That cold tone in his voice, the way he shut down so fast—he may as well ha

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Chapter Twenty-Six

Hunter’s POVI looked at Grace sitting in the passenger seat beside me. She had been mostly silent all day unless she had to talk to me. The “Sir” was starting to rub me the wrong way.She hadn’t said a single word since we left the office. She stared out the window like I didn’t exist. And maybe I deserved that.I’d been a prick all day.And I knew it. But I couldn’t seem to stop myself. Every time I looked at her, my chest pulled tight in ways I didn’t understand. Then Max showed up like he had some goddamn right to her time. The smile she gave him wasn’t even big. But I knew Max would get her in bed. He was charming and funny and very good with the ladies.Why the fuck did I care?She was Helena’s sister. My assistant. Possibly pregnant with my child. That should’ve been enough of a reason to keep my distance. Instead, I was cataloging every expression she made, every shift in her mood. Like some desperate idiot trying to decode what wasn’t being said.She didn’t deserve the way I

Last Updated : 2025-06-12

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Hunter’s POV I jolted awake, drenched in sweat.The dream had been so vivid… Grace beneath me, her eyes darkening as I moved inside her, her lips forming my name. I sat up, glancing at Helena’s sleeping form beside me, shame washing over me in hot waves.What the hell was wrong with me? Last night I’d been with my wife, but in my mind, it had been her sister. And now even my dreams were betraying me.I slipped out of bed quietly, heading for the shower. The cold water did little to wash away the guilt or the lingering images from my dream. I’d promised myself after last night that I would get these feelings under control. That I would be the husband Helena deserved, the man I was supposed to be.Yet here I was, first thing in the morning, already fucking it up… failing. Downstairs, the kitchen was empty, but the coffee was already made. Grace must be up. The thought of facing her after that dream made my stomach knot.I poured a cup, staring out at the garden, not really seeing it.

Last Updated : 2025-06-12

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Helena’s POV Four Days Later“Congratulations, Mrs. Sinclair. You’re approximately six or seven weeks pregnant.”I kept my face blank while my stomach dropped like a fucking elevator with cut cables. This couldn’t be happening. Not now. Not to me.“Are you certain?” My voice stayed steady. Years of practice.Dr. Lambert smiled, oblivious to the fact I wanted to smash her smug face into her desk. “Absolutely. Your blood work confirms it.”Six or seven weeks. I did the math quickly, panic rising. During those weeks I’d been with Hunter, yes, but also Paulo. And that British investor whose name I barely remembered.A fucking parasite. Growing inside me. Ruining the body I’d spent thousands maintaining. And I couldn’t even be sure whose it was.“I know this must be quite a shock,” Dr. Lambert continued, mistaking my silence for happy surprise. “Especially given your previous diagnosis.” Dr. Lambert was my regular GP, not the fertility specialist I had paid off to say I was barren.I nodd

Last Updated : 2025-06-12

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Grace’s POVMax’s apartment surprised me. No sleek bachelor pad—instead, warm colors, actual bookshelves, framed art that wasn’t just expensive for the sake of it. It felt like a home.I had accepted Max’s invitation. Helena was out tonight and Hunter was working late again. I hadn’t wanted dinner alone again in Hunter and Helena’s big house.“Wine?” he asked, already moving to the kitchen.“Please.” I followed, watching him select a bottle. Everything about him was confident, easy. He knew who he was.I wished I could say the same.“You’re thinking too hard again,” Max said, handing me a glass. His smile was genuine, eyes crinkling at the corners. “I can practically see the gears turning.”I laughed, the sound rusty. “Sorry.”“Don’t apologize.” He clinked his glass against mine. “I like your brain. It’s one of your best features.”“One of?” I raised an eyebrow, feeling lighter than I had in days. Max was fun. “Well, your ass is pretty spectacular too,” he said with a wink.I snorted

Last Updated : 2025-06-12

Chapter Thirty

Hunter’s POVI watched Helena over my coffee as she scrolled through her phone for the third time in five minutes. She’d seemed tense the last few days. I’d asked what was wrong. She’d said nothing, but there was. I could feel it.Had she picked up on something? She was only ever up this early if she had plans… gym, maybe. Though she wasn’t dressed for it.“When do you leave for Chicago again?” she asked, not looking up.“Wednesday morning. We will be back on Friday night.” I set my cup down. “Why?”She shrugged. “Just planning my week.”“Another charity event?” I couldn’t keep the edge from my voice. She’d been at a “fundraiser”, “committee meeting” or “gym” almost every night lately. Maybe because I was pulling back, so was she. But they needed to sort out whatever… this was because if Grace was pregnant, then they had a baby on the way.Helena’s eyes flicked to mine sharply before softening into that sweet look she wore so well. “Among other things. The children’s hospital auction

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