All Chapters of Surrogate To My Ruthless First Love: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

“Wait is that actually Seraphina Thorne dressing like a common maid?” The whisper sliced clean through the music. Seraphina didn’t look up. The silver tray in her hands dipped for a second before she steadied it, her fingers tightening until the metal edge bit into her skin. The weight felt wrong tonight, as if it knew what she had signed a few hours ago. “It is,” Lydia Vance said, louder now, pleased with herself. “Look at her.” Perfume flooded the air as Lydia stepped closer, sweet and suffocating. “The Golden Princess,” she went on, voice bright with cruelty. “From owning the ballroom to serving it. Tell me, Seraphina… do you practice smiling while you scrub floors too?” A soft ripple of laughter spread. Seraphina kept her eyes on the tray. Bubbles climbed the inside of the crystal flutes, bright and alive, as if nothing had changed. “I heard your father has lost everything,” Lydia continued, lowering her voice just enough to make it feel intimate. “Ten billion dollars in de

Six weeks later. The basement was a tomb of damp concrete and broken dreams. Seraphina sat on the thin, moldy mattress, her hand resting over her stomach. The morning sickness had been a silent war fought in the dark, her only company the scurrying rats and the slow, relentless dripping of a rusted pipe. The heavy iron bolt on the door slid back with a screech that scraped along her nerves. “Get up,” the guard barked. Seraphina stood slowly, her vision swimming for a moment before steadying. She didn’t speak. She followed. Up the narrow stone steps. Out of the dark. Into the light that didn’t feel like mercy. The medical wing smelled sterile. Sharp. Unforgiving. Dr. Aris stood by the ultrasound monitor, already gloved, his face carefully blank. Elias stood beside him, arms crossed, his frame rigid. He looked worse than before thinner, paler, like something inside him was burning too fast. “Check her,” Elias said. No greeting. No hesitation. Seraphina lay back on t

The room didn’t move. It felt like the world had paused to watch him break. Elias stood at the threshold of the boardroom, his hand still on the door, his breath caught somewhere between his chest and his throat. The skyline stretched behind her, glass and steel and sunlight—but none of it mattered. Because she was sitting in his chair. Seraphina didn’t rush him. Didn’t react. She simply watched him, as if he were a problem already solved. “You’re late,” she said again, her voice calm enough to cut. The sound of it snapped something loose inside him. Six years. Six years of searching, of empty reports, of dead ends, and now she was here. Not hiding. Not broken. Untouchable. Elias stepped forward slowly, like the floor might give way under him. His eyes dragged over her face, searching for something familiar. Something soft. He didn’t find it. “What is this?” he asked, his voice low, rough at the edges. Seraphina leaned back slightly in the chair, one leg crossing over th

The Thorne Mansion was louder than Seraphina remembered. Not in sound, but in presence. Cameras, voices, footsteps moving with purpose like everything inside it was staged for approval. Nothing felt lived in. Everything felt displayed. She didn’t announce herself. The gates opened because someone inside had already been told she was coming. Or feared she might. By the time she stepped into the main hall, the press had already been arranged. Perfect angles. Perfect lighting. Perfect family image. Clara stood at the center of it all like she had been waiting for this exact moment. And beside her Luna. Seraphina stopped. Not because she was surprised. Because she wasn’t prepared for how real it would feel. The child sat upright in a white dress, legs still too short for the chair, hands folded too carefully for her age. Cameras flashed around her, but she didn’t flinch. She had learned not to. Her eyes lifted. And everything else disappeared. Same eyes. Not just the shap