All Chapters of The Surrogate Revenge : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Heather’s POV Pain welcomed me back before my eyes even opened.It wasn’t sharp like the contractions never left.It was deeper and heavier, like my body had been torn apart and stitched back together wrong.A weak groan slipped past my lips as I slowly forced my eyes open.For a second, everything was blurry.Then slowly it settled.The white walls and dim lighting.Everywhere was very quiet.I frowned slightly, my mind still foggy.. until memories came hitting hard..It felt like I was relieving the whole thing anew.My heart jerked violently in my chest.I shot upright.Pain exploded through my body instantly, forcing a sharp gasp out of me, but I didn’t care.I looked around.The room indeed was empty, no nurse, no Adrian, no Vivianne and most importantly no baby.Panic rose fast, choking.“Where is he…?” I whispered, my voice trembling.My eyes dropped to my hand.A cannula was still attached, a clear fluid dripping steadily into my veins.My stomach twisted.What were they pump

Heather’s POVI didn’t even get the chance to react.The moment I stepped back, the two men moved too fast.Hands clamped onto my arms, dragging me before I could even scream properly.“No.. let go of me!” I shouted, struggling violently.It didn’t matter.. They were too strong.Like I was nothing more than a rag doll in their grip.They hauled me back into the room, the door slamming shut behind us with a final, suffocating bang.Panic exploded inside me.“No! Let me go, you monsters!” I screamed, kicking, twisting, fighting with everything I had left.But they held me down onto the bed helplessly.My wrists were grabbed and legs restrained.And all Vivianne did was laugh.A soft and satisfying laughter“Oh… this is so satisfying,” she said, stepping closer.My heart pounded violently as I glared at her.“Do you know how long I’ve waited for this?” she continued, her voice dripping with pleasure.She stopped beside the bed, looking down at me like I was nothing.“Adrian here suggeste

Heather’s POVI blinked, staring at the three men standing before me as I tried to process what I had heard. But no matter how much I tried, none of it made sense. A small, disbelieving laugh escaped me. “Alright, this isn’t funny.” The smiles on their faces slowly faded. “I think you’ve mistaken me for someone else,” I said, shaking my head. “I’m not… whomever you think I am.”The room fell silent once again, and I swallowed, forcing myself to stay calm despite how fast my heart was racing. “My name is Heather.” My voice grew firmer. “Heather Cole.” I wasn’t even sure if I should call myself that after what went down in the past twenty-four hours, or possibly more, considering I had no idea how long I was unconscious, but I still had to give these people a name, didn’t I? I paused, waiting for a reaction from them, but it never came. None of them reacted.It was as though they hadn’t even heard me.A frown pulled at my lips. “Um, I had parents…” My throat tightened slightly at t

Heather’s POV The first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes was the silence.It didn’t feel unsettling. It was just… quiet. The kind of quiet that made me wonder how long I’d been asleep. I blinked slowly, my eyelids still heavy.Come to think of it, when did I even fall asleep? A yawn threatened to escape me as I rubbed at my eyes with the back of my hand.And why was I still so tired? Slowly, my foggy memory began to return, and I remembered falling asleep after crying my eyes out on this very bed. Was I tired because I’d just given birth? Or was it whatever medication these people kept feeding into my veins?My gaze drifted to the IV taped securely to the back of my hand.Maybe it was that. I honestly didn’t know anymore.With a quiet sigh, I turned my head toward the large window.The bright morning sunlight that had greeted me earlier was gone. Instead, the sky had been painted in warm shades of orange and fading blue.Evening. It was actually evening. Christ, had I actu

HEATHER’S POVI stared at the little brown box for a few seconds before finally pulling it closer. The maid stayed near the door while I slowly lifted the lid, and my eyes moved over the things inside. My purse was scratched from the accident, but I recognized it immediately. My cards were still inside, along with some cash, my lip balm, and a few other small things I remembered carrying that morning. Seeing them gave me a strange sense of comfort. For the first time since waking up in that room, I was looking at things that belonged to a life I actually remembered.I picked up the purse and checked the pockets carefully before looking toward the maid, who was still waiting patiently beside the door. “Are you sure nobody went through these before they were brought here?”I asked quietly, my fingers tightening around the purse because I suddenly needed to know that nothing had been added or taken from it.The maid shook her head gently, her expression remaining calm as she reassured