All Chapters of Surrogate To My Ruthless First Love: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Morning sunlight spilled across the glass walls of the elite academy auditorium while teachers moved between rows of chairs with clipboards and event folders, preparing for the announcement that had turned the entire school into a storm of excitement since dawn, because Family Day at Saint Aurora Academy was never just a school event and everyone knew it. Children saw games and prizes, parents saw prestige, investors saw networking opportunities, and reporters saw headlines waiting to happen. This year felt even bigger because the guest list included heirs, business families, politicians, and names that lived on magazine covers more often than in ordinary conversations. Inside Class One, Leo sat with his robotics notebook open across his desk even though he had stopped writing five minutes earlier because his attention was fixed entirely on the stage at the front of the classroom where their teacher stood with a bright smile and a stack of printed notices resting in her hands. Nathan

Family Day preparations transformed Saint Aurora Academy into something louder and more chaotic than usual because banners had gone up across the entrance, student projects filled the display halls, and parents had already started arriving earlier every morning as if the event itself were a competition nobody wanted to lose. The front gate had become its own world. Luxury cars lined the road. Drivers stood waiting. Security officers watched every movement. Clusters of parents gathered beneath the flowering trees near the entrance where coffee cups and expensive handbags moved together with whispers sharp enough to cut. Luna stepped through the gates holding her school bag against her chest while Clara finished a call behind her. “Remember to smile if reporters appear,” Clara said while adjusting her sunglasses. “Family Day will have press coverage and appearances matter.” Luna nodded automatically. She barely listened. Her eyes drifted toward the courtyard where students prac

Family Day preparations had turned the academy into a maze of rehearsals, decorations, project displays, and exhausted teachers trying to keep children focused while excitement slowly won every battle against discipline, because nobody cared much about mathematics when banners were hanging in the courtyard and parents were expected everywhere next week. Luna sat through morning classes quietly while Emily talked enough for both of them, moving from stories about ribbons to Family Day outfits and then somehow to desserts before lunch arrived. “You still haven’t decided what to wear,” Emily complained while they walked toward the garden path behind the library. “I have clothes.” “That isn’t deciding.” Luna rolled her eyes. Emily grinned. “You’re impossible.” They sat beneath one of the trees near the fountain. Luna opened her lunch. Emily immediately leaned over. “You always get better snacks.” “That’s because Clara thinks fruit fixes emotions.” Emily laughed. Luna smiled f

The robotics laboratory felt unusually crowded that morning because the academy had finally released the official competition teams, and every student selected for the regional exhibition suddenly carried themselves like future inventors preparing to change the world, while Leo sat quietly at the back table turning a small screwdriver between his fingers as though none of the excitement around him had anything to do with him at all. Their teacher, Mrs. Bennett, stood at the front with a clipboard pressed against her chest while trying unsuccessfully to quiet the room because several students had already begun arguing about positions before the teams were even announced. “All right,” she said with a smile that carried the patience of someone who had survived far too many competitive children, “the final team has been approved and no, I am not changing it because someone thinks they deserve captain twice.” Nathan looked away immediately. Several students laughed. Leo did not. Mrs.

The elite academy had never looked this crowded before. Luxury cars lined both sides of the entrance while reporters waited outside the gates hoping to catch a photograph worth tomorrow’s headlines, and security guards moved constantly between parents whose names regularly appeared on magazine covers and financial news channels. Family Day was supposed to be simple. Instead, it felt like a battlefield dressed in ribbons and flowers. Inside the main exhibition hall, children hurried between decorated booths while teachers tried to maintain order and parents gathered in small circles discussing investments, schools, charities, and the latest scandal that had swallowed the city. That scandal had a name. Madam S. Or as the older generation still whispered when they thought nobody was listening. Seraphina Thorne. Seraphina entered quietly despite the attention she attracted the moment she stepped inside. She wore a cream suit with clean lines and minimal jewelry, yet heads still tu