All Chapters of Her Sister’s Surrogate: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Paulo's face went white. "Me? Dead? No. I don't think so. Why?"Quinn leaned forward. "Because if the brakes were tampered with, someone wanted that car to crash. Either Helena was the target, or you were.""Or both," I added, my voice flat.Paulo shook his head quickly. "No one wants me dead. I'm nobody. Just a personal trainer.""A personal trainer fucking a billionaire's wife," Quinn corrected. "That makes you somebody. Just how many clients have you fooled around with? Did you dump someone that could get jealous enough to kill? See Helena as standing in the way?"I looked at Quinn, surprised how her mind worked. Why hadn't I thought of that?Paulo's expression shifted, something uncomfortable crossing his features. "There was someone. A few months back. Before Helena became... more serious, well I thought it was.""Serious." I nearly laughed at the word. "Define serious." The man was my wife's piece on the side."Look, man, I know you don't want to hear this, but Helena and I... i

Hunter's POVShe blinked. "What are you talking about?""Helena never went through with the egg retrieval. She backed out before the procedure."Grace's face went pale. "That's not possible. She was recovering for days afterward—""She lied." My grip tightened on her hands. "She lied about all of it.""Then whose—" Understanding dawned in her eyes, horror replacing confusion. "No.""Yes." I brought her hands to my lips, pressing kisses to her knuckles. "They used your eggs, Grace. Without your knowledge. Without your consent."She yanked her hands free, standing so abruptly the chair rocked backward. "No. No, that can't be right."I stood as well, reaching for her, but she backed away. "Grace—""I would have known." Her voice was rising, panic threading through every word. "Someone would have told me… they couldn't just—""They sedated you. Told you it was part of the preparation process." The words tasted like poison. "They harvested your eggs while you were unconscious and fertilized

Grace's POVThe water was perfect. Hot enough to ease the tension from my shoulders but not scalding. I leaned back against Hunter's chest, his arms coming around me, solid and warm. His chin rested on top of my head. I was glad he had gotten in the bath with me; he had beat me to asking him to join me. They were going to be the next words out of my mouth had he not started to strip."Just relax," he murmured.I did, and I was surprised that after a few minutes, I was feeling better. Not so shaky. Him being here with me helped ground my thoughts, when everything else felt like it was spinning out of control.My baby. I laid a hand on my stomach… I was carrying my baby. I would have treated Helena's baby the same, loved it in every way possible. But it was my baby I was carrying. 100% mine… well, at least 50% because Hunter made up the other half of the baby's DNA. The thing that meant the most was because it wasn't Helena's… This baby couldn't be used against me. I had been worried ab

Hunter's POVThe drive to the office, Grace sat beside me, her fingers laced with mine, and for once, the silence between us wasn't loaded with tension or unspoken guilt. It was just... quiet. Comfortable.I glanced at her. She was staring out the window, but her face looked softer than it had in weeks. The shadows under her eyes had faded slightly, though I knew the shock of yesterday's revelations still weighed on her."We should probably prepare for what we’ll be dealing with today," I said, breaking the silence.She turned to me, grinning. "You mean the fact that Max is coming in today?""Yes, we’re meeting with Quinn for the Thompson acquisition." I kept my voice neutral, though the thought of Max anywhere near Grace still made something dark twist in my gut.Grace's lips curved even higher. "You're not going to growl at him again, are you? He kissed me because he knew you were watching.""I don't growl.""You absolutely growl." Her smile widened. "Like some territorial alpha mal

Hunter's POVThe morning of my second wedding arrived with the kind of perfect fall sunshine that seemed deliberate, as if nature itself approved of what I was about to do. I stood in my parents' garden, watching the staff set up a few rows of chairs, my hands shoved in my pockets to hide the fact they weren't steady.This wasn't supposed to be how I felt. Second marriages were supposed to be practical affairs, especially ones happening so soon after losing a spouse. But as I watched the workers transform the garden into something simple yet elegant, my heart hammered against my ribs like a teenager's. I was—"Nervous?" My father's voice.I turned to find him approaching, dressed in a charcoal suit that made him look distinguished. The resemblance between us was striking, same build, same eyes, same intensity. Only his hair had gone silver where mine remained dark. It was a good sign of what I will look like at his age."No," I lied.Chris chuckled, clapping a hand on my shoulder. "Su