All Chapters of Surrogate To My Ruthless First Love: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Rain tapped softly against the windshield as Elias drove through the city streets. The wipers moved back and forth in a steady rhythm, but the image in his head refused to disappear. Seraphina standing in the rain. Seraphina kneeling in front of Luna. Seraphina looking at their daughter as if every breath hurt. Luna sat quietly in the back seat with her school bag beside her. She was usually talkative after school when Elias picked her up, but today she kept looking out the window. Finally, her small voice broke the silence. “Daddy…” Elias tightened his grip on the steering wheel. “Yes?” Luna hesitated for several seconds. “Why did she look sad when I said I hate her?” The question hit him harder than he expected. He looked at her through the rearview mirror. Luna sat with both hands folded tightly in her lap. Her gray eyes were lowered. Waiting. Elias opened his mouth. Nothing came out. Because he did not know. Because he had asked himself the same question the entire

Morning sunlight spread across the academy courtyard while students poured through the gates carrying bags, projects, and half-finished homework that should have been completed the night before. The elite academy always looked more like a private estate than a school, with glass buildings, trimmed gardens, and fountains that cost more than most families earned in a year. Children laughed as they crossed the pathways, but inside the technology wing there was already noise from printers, machines, and excited voices. Leo walked through the hallway with his robotics case hanging from one shoulder while two boys from his class hurried after him asking questions about his latest design. He answered without slowing down because he had already spent the entire drive explaining why their original balancing mechanism failed. One of them still looked confused. “You really rebuilt the whole arm overnight?” the first boy asked. Leo nodded. “The center weight was wrong, so it kept collapsing.

The Thorne Mansion was quiet, but it was not the peaceful kind of quiet. It was the kind that sat in corners and waited. The kind that lived between closed doors and half-finished conversations. Clara stood inside the study with the curtains drawn even though the afternoon sun still covered the city outside. The investigation envelope remained on the desk where she had thrown it the night before. She had not slept. Her makeup covered the shadows beneath her eyes, but it could not hide the tension sitting in her face. She opened the file again. Hospital logs. Medication reports.Delivery timestamps.One line had been circled in red. Neonatal support quantity exceeds single infant requirements.Her fingers tightened. “No,” she whispered under her breath. “That’s impossible.”A knock came from the door. Her private investigator entered without waiting. “You asked for updates.”Clara looked up immediately. “What did you find?”He placed another folder on the table. “We started the backg

The academy science exhibition turned the entire campus into noise and movement from early morning because students, parents, sponsors, and guests filled every corridor while banners stretched across the buildings announcing projects, competitions, and demonstrations prepared for months. Glass cases lined the main hall. Small robots moved across display tables. Teachers rushed from booth to booth trying to keep excited children from touching unfinished work. Cameras flashed constantly because several elite families had arrived, and the event had become as much about prestige as education. Leo adjusted the badge hanging from his neck while staring at the robot arm sitting on his presentation table. “You checked it three times already,” Nathan said from the next booth. Leo looked over calmly. “And it still works.” Nathan folded his arms. “You’re annoying.”Leo shrugged. “You keep talking to me, so maybe you like annoying people.” Nathan rolled his eyes but failed to hide his smil

The private medical office on the twelfth floor had always been quiet, but that morning the silence felt strained, as if the walls themselves understood something dangerous had finally arrived after six years of waiting. Dr. Aris sat behind his desk staring at the patient file he had not opened in years while rain dragged slow lines across the window, because some memories refused to stay buried no matter how carefully people covered them. He had survived this long by keeping his head down, speaking little, and pretending the past had ended inside that delivery room, but the call from Elias’s office an hour earlier had destroyed that illusion. The message had been simple and polite, yet it carried enough weight to make his hands shake. Mr. King would like to see you immediately. The door opened before Aris could gather himself. Elias stepped inside wearing a dark suit with no tie, his expression calm enough to fool strangers, but Aris had known him too long to miss the danger beneath