Chapter 3 - The Dark Arrangement
“Open the door, James!” a harsh, metallic voice echoed through the wood. “You can’t keep Marcus Vance’s bloodline hidden forever!”
My stomach plummeted. Marcus Vance’s bloodline?
I whipped my head toward James, my eyes wide with horror. “What did he just say? James, whose baby is this? You told me she was mine!”
James looked like he’d been struck by lightning. “She is yours! Eleanor, I swear to God, the egg was yours! But Sarah... Sarah didn't just use our frozen embryo.”
The door frame splintered with a terrifying crack.
“When Sarah went into hiding,” James confessed, his voice barely a whisper, “she was already carrying a secret. To get the money for her plastic surgery and fake identity, she signed a contract with Vance’s underground surrogate syndicate. She transferred our embryo into her own womb, but Vance’s syndicate believes she carried his client’s child!”
The door burst inward. The armchair skidded across the linoleum, and the two men in suits forced their way into the room. Behind them stood an older man with silver hair, a custom-tailored suit, and eyes as cold as glass.
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Marcus Vance.
“Hello, Eleanor,” Marcus sneered, stepping over the shattered wood. “It’s been twelve long years. I see you’re holding my fifty-million-dollar asset.”
