THE BILLIONAIRE'S SURROGATE BABY

Chapter 43

  Camilla paced restlessly around the room, frustration boiling within her as she tried to make sense of her mother's actions. Locked away without explanation, she felt a surge of anger towards her mother for confining her in such a manner. Each minute dragged on, exacerbating the whirlwind of questions swirling in her mind.

Suddenly, a knock echoed through the room, drawing Camilla towards the door with a mixture of apprehension and hope. As the door swung open, her mother entered, eliciting a sharp retort from Camilla.

"What the hell is wrong with you??" she exclaimed, moving to leave the room, only to be halted by the presence of intimidating figures clad in black outside.

Frustration bubbled up inside her as she begrudgingly retreated back into the confines of her room, her mother's words ringing hollow in her ears.

"You should stay here, and it's for your own good," her mother insisted, prompting Camilla to roll her eyes in disbelief.

"Why? Why should I stay? For goodness sake, Phoenix just gave birth, and I was supposed to be there. Do you think Rome would approve of me leaving Phoenix all by herself in the hospital??" she demanded, her voice tinged with desperation and anger.

"You should be given the worst mother in the universe title," Camilla's words dripped with disdain, but Mrs. Dante remained unfazed by her daughter's anger.

"Phoenix stole your nephew and she wants to sell him off for 5 million dollars, but they eventually caught her," Mrs. Dante revealed, her tone matter-of-fact.

Camilla's eyes widened in shock, her mind struggling to comprehend the gravity of the accusation. "I think you should stop joking with me right now," she pleaded, hoping against hope that her mother's words were nothing more than a cruel prank.

"I would not joke with that kind of thing, especially not the wellbeing of my grandson," Mrs. Dante retorted, her expression stern and unwavering.

"Phoenix would never do that, I know her," Camilla protested, clinging to her belief in her friend's innocence.

"Well, you don't know her too much. Did she ever tell you that she stole my necklace, infact our family treasure?" Mrs. Dante's accusation cut through the air like a knife, leaving Camilla speechless with shock.

"No, she didn't," Camilla whispered, her voice barely audible amidst the turmoil of emotions swirling inside her.

"Yes, your good-for-nothing friend is a thief to beware of her," Mrs. Dante declared before exiting the room, leaving Camilla alone with her shattered perceptions and a heavy weight of uncertainty hanging over her.

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The last thing I remembered was Rome's frantic screams and the realization that I was bleeding profusely. Panic and pain enveloped me as I struggled to stay conscious.

"Oh lord," I murmured softly before darkness overtook me.

Slowly, I began to regain consciousness, my eyes fluttering open to the sight of a sterile white ceiling. The sharp ache coursing through my body reminded me of the ordeal I had just endured – it felt as if I had just given birth again.

With a heavy sigh, I turned my gaze to the side, meeting Rome's concerned eyes. We exchanged no words, instead we just stare at each other.

"Are you better now?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine concern, though I couldn't help but wonder who he was addressing –

"Yes," I murmured softly, summoning the strength to sit up despite the lingering pain.

As Rome lapsed into silence once more, I found myself lost in my own thoughts, my gaze fixated on my trembling hands. The sudden sound of the door opening drew my attention, and my heart skipped a beat as Beatrix rushed into the room, enveloping me in a tight embrace.