❥𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 || 𝑀𝐽 𝐼𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠 /𝒞ℴ𝓂𝓅𝓁ℯ𝓉ℯ𝒹 /❥•

♥Surrogate(Dangerous/History Era)-Part Three♥

Four Months Later:

You wake up with a start and look around the room frantically. You calm down once you realize that you'd just had a bad dream. You note that it's a little after two in the morning and you sigh.

Can't go back to sleep now. You think to yourself as you shrug and rub your tiny bump.

You'd still been living with Michael Jackson and his wife in the same mansion - and the contract you had signed stated that such would be the arrangement until you gave birth. Once the baby had been born, you'd be free to go and pursue your dream.

You get up from your bed and make your way downstairs to get some water. The lights in the mansion are all very dim and you try not to think scary thoughts.

You had always been afraid of the dark.

You make your way toward the kitchen and fill some water in your cup. You sip it slowly as you stare outside the large glass window. All you can see are silhouettes of the trees on the lawn but for some reason, the sight of it calms you down.

"Well well well, if it isn't (Y/N)," a sharp female voice startles you and you turn around quickly to be met with...basically the devil.

"Hello, Mrs. Jackson," you say politely as you continue to sip your water.

Over the course of the past few months, Lisa Marie Presley had become a nightmare for you. You had begun to see her true colors and..quite frankly - they weren't pretty.

"Really? Michael's not here," she raises an eyebrow as she sets her hand on her hip. "So just drop the charade,"

"What charade?" your expression is purely quizzical. "I haven't done anything,"

"Listen here," she grits her teeth as she points her index finger at you. "I want you to stay as far away as you can from my husband," she threatens.

"Trust me...I'd like to," you roll your eyes sarcastically. "But with all due respect...I am carrying his baby,"

"Which will be ours in a matter of months," she scoffs. "So don't get your hopes up,"

"Hopes up? What the hell are you talking about?" you frown and she sneers.

"I've seen the way you look at Michael," she shakes her head. "You look at him like he's the one that got away,"

"Mrs. Jackson, has it ever occurred to you that I'm just being polite?" you question her with an amused expression. "Not every woman he knows is trying to make a move on him,"

"Well I'm not bothered about other women. My concern is you," she states sternly and your eyes widen slightly as you realize that she's not playing with you. "I want you to stay away from him," she repeats. "Because if you get too near him..." she makes a gesture as if to say 'I'll slit your throat'. With that, she makes her way back upstairs and you let out a breath you didn't know you'd been holding.

What in the actual hell have I gotten myself into?

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"Well when Michael gets home from rehearsals, tell him I went out shopping," you hear Lisa's voice fade out as she exits the house and you sigh in relief.

Finally! I can exist in peace for a few hours. You inwardly remark to yourself.

You ease down the stairs happily as you walk into the kitchen and open the fridge.

"I need chocolates..." you mutter to yourself as your eyes skim through the large fridge.

"Miss (Y/LN)?" a soft female voice startles you from behind and you jump a little.