Semua Bab Accidental Surrogate For The Ruthless Billionaire : Bab 51 - Bab 55

ELOISE. The ride back to the mansion was a silent, vibrating blue. I stared out the window, but I didn't see the manicured lawns or the sprawling houses we passed. All I saw was Damian's annoying face, the desperate twist of his mouth, the unfamiliar panic in his eyes. My arm, where he'd grabbed me, tingled with an ache, I rubbed the skin, trying to erase the feel of his touch. It felt disgusting, the touch that used to be so comforting to me now felt so foreign. The memory of his desperation, he was a stranger to me now. A man I no longer recognise, and yet his poison still tried to find it's way into my veins. Marcus drove with a quiet, efficient focus, his eyes occasionally flicking to me in the rearview mirror, he didn't speak, and I was grateful for the silence, it gave me time to let the tremors subside. To sort through the tangles of emotions. Fear, yes, but beneath it was a cold, hard anger, Damian hadn't been trying to help me, he was drowning and the idiot was trying

ELOISE. The world dissolved into a kaleidoscope of screaming sirens and flashing red lights painting the night. In the back of the ambulance, my hand clutching Dante's, his skin a terrifying, clammy cold. The paramedics voices were a low, urgent sound. I didn't really register what they were saying, a language of stats and vitals I couldn't comprehend. All I understood was the stillness of the man I loved, the slackness of his features under the harsh fluorescent glare. “Please,” I whispered to the universe, to any God that might be listening, my voice a raw thread of sound. “Please, don't take him away from me, not now.” The hospital was a chaotic blur of white coats and blur scrubs. They wheeled him away, a gurney rattling down a long corridor, and a nurse with kind but firm hands guided me to a waiting room. The air was thick with the scent of antiseptic and quiet despair. I sank into a gold, plastic chair, my body trembling with a violent, uncontrollable shiver that had nothin

ELOISE.The name on the passport felt like a strange thing to carry around, it was ill-fitting and cold. Juliette Dubois, a French name that befitted the alias that Marcus made for me, the thought of Marcus brought grateful tears to my eyes, because I wouldn’t know what I would have done without him. He was a good man and I’ll forever appreciate what he did for me, even though he didn’t have to. The plane descended through a thick blanket of grey light and the first glimpse of France I got was the rain-streaked tarmac and the blurred, indifferent lights of Charles de Gaulle airport. Marcus’s final words echoed in the sterile silence of my mind. “Eloise is gone, dead. Remember that, for their sake.” He had said and I nodded. For the sake of my unborn children and the sake of my husband, I couldn’t bear to be the reason he would be harmed, so it was better to stay away this way. What made it hurt the most was that, I knew that Dante would never allow me to be away from him if he knew