Todos los capítulos de CAPTURED AS THE ALPHA’S SURROGATE: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

“Hold still,”Tessa murmured, adjusting the delicate pearl clasp at the nape of my neck. Her fingers were steady, practiced, like they’d done this a hundred times. “You keep fidgeting.”“I’m nervous,” I whispered, staring at my reflection. “I’m getting married, Tess.”Her eyes met mine in the mirror. “You’re glowing.”I tried to smile, but it wobbled.The dress was everything I’d dreamed of soft ivory, fitted bodice, layers of tulle that floated when I turned. My hair was twisted into a low bun, wisps curled around my face like a romantic daydream. I should have felt beautiful. I should have felt ready.But something tugged at the edge of my thoughts like a shadow I couldn’t shake.“You love him,” Tessa said softly, brushing her hands over my shoulders. “And he loves you. That’s all that matters.”I nodded, even though a flicker of doubt sparked in my chest. “Yeah… I know.”We had been friends since we were ten. Tessa knew every version of me, awkward, heartbroken, stubborn. She’d bee

When I got home, not my father’s place but the one I share with Liam. The streetlight outside flickered, casting long shadows across the hallway as I twisted the doorknob. My heart was still unsettled from everything that had happened tonight. I opened the door and Liam was standing in the middle of the living room. His face darkened as he stared into my eyes.His posture was rigid, fists clenched at his sides. The air between us was tense, thick with the unsaid, and charged with something that made my pulse spike.At that moment, a sound of footsteps came from upstairs. Delicate, soft, and slow like someone who wanted to be noticed. I looked up and saw Tessa coming down the stairs in my nightgown. My nightgown. The one with lace trim I had folded neatly in the drawer that morning. She wiped the dew from her hair with a towel and smiled at me."I hope you don't mind me using your bathroom, as we best friends" Tessa said as she sauntered down the stairs towards me.Her confidence was n

"To the gazebo?" I asked nonchalantly, trying to keep my voice as airy as the breeze drifting through the corridor, masking the tangle of nerves building in my chest. "OK!" Jenny led me to the door of another office, her heels tapping briskly against the marble floor. Her voice is bright, but there' was an edge of urgency beneath it."But I think you should say hello to the staff in each department first!""I couldn't agree more!" I smiled at every employee Jenny introduced me to, careful to keep my expression warm and open. Inside, however, I was sifting through a flood of unfamiliar faces. Some smiled too politely, others with faint curiosity, and a few with veiled wariness. The people I used to know, those whose loyalty had once meant something were gone. Vanished without trace. Some had been reassigned, others likely discarded. The air of the office was sleek, professional, but tinged with something colder than I remembered. Distance. Silence. Change.I did not immediately press t

My eyes widened in shock, and I squirmed uneasily, the bizarre image of sashimi resting on my most intimate part flashing vividly before me.Trying to push him away, I felt a sharp, amused laugh escape him as he returned to his seat, savoring his food with casual elegance.“After dinner, I’ll send you to the beauty salon first,” Vladimir said, dabbing the corners of his mouth with a crisp white napkin. His movements were graceful and refined, as if he were performing a carefully choreographed ritual. “I’ll pick you up after your makeup is done. You should go to the party in your best state.”After dinner, he drove me to a beauty center called TJ. The sleek black car hummed quietly as we glided through the city streets bathed in the soft glow of street lamps.A woman in a red uniform, her face made up with heavy makeup and sharp eyeliner, greeted us at the entrance. She seemed familiar with Vladimir. Without a word, the woman nodded and immediately understood what she was supposed to d

We found a café near the hospital. It was quiet, with only a few other guests—the kind of place where secrets passed between bitter sips of espresso and no one dared to ask questions. The hum of soft jazz filtered through unseen speakers, and the scent of roasted beans hung heavy in the air, comforting yet oddly suffocating.The waitress in the pink apron hovered beside Liam, holding the menu but clearly more interested in him than the coffee. I could see her swaying her hips, her fingers brushing his arm like it was hers to touch. She leaned too close, her perfume cloying and sweet, her smile just a little too wide.And Liam? He didn’t seem to mind. He didn’t reject her attention, he welcomed it. His gaze lingered on her longer than necessary, the corners of his lips lifting slightly, amused.When she returned with our coffee, her eyes kept flicking to the Rolex on his wrist, hunger in her gaze—though it wasn’t the man she wanted, not really. It was the life he represented.How could