icon 0
icon TOP UP
rightIcon
icon Reading History
rightIcon
icon Sign out
rightIcon
icon Get the APP
rightIcon

His Last Surprise

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 770    |    Released on: 12/06/2025

us about the g

a few times, s

en it now?" he' d ask, a

my smile feeling lik

unsuspecting.

he was rushin

al laptop on the k

was usually so care

as my

ords, but his persona

I th

thday. No. Our

old thoug

n Chloe'

s gra

. It was that sim

a candid shot of Chloe, lau

with Ava, hi

mach c

d through

ocuously labe

t architec

of photo

at family gatherings, Chlo

(white lilies, not roses like my mother loved), favo

obsessiv

them: encry

n, was Chloe-relat

were meticul

twisted lov

of my relations

iculous

he time of my mo

ative. Her lungs will be a perfect match for C. It's a risk, but C. deserves to live, to

a is isolated. She' s turning to me. Everything is falling into p

tment, manipulated medical channel

lic humiliation to break

f nausea

hroom, vomiting

med everything I' d

session, his cold,

y mother. He had

for

spered to my reflection, my eyes b

e that evenin

e fridge: "Thinking of you an

my favorite past

of them ma

pastry box

tchen trash can an

was sat

s complete. My f

cted a

papers.

ation for a new pass

a to

licopter crash during an inter

ed to fl

a safe distanc

rt, I needed my origi

my fathe

ller. My

o prioritized Chloe' s well-being

' s mother after my o

e would be

ry was a tapest

rence for Chloe, h

ering, now reveal

but manipulative, attention-seekin

lung disease. The reason fo

my mother

aste fille

Alway

was obsessed with her.

agile, manipulative creature w

birth certificate.

ouse, a familiar black SUV pulled

i

ssenger side, looking radi

eath

here, w

rse, h

Claim Your Bonus at the APP

Open
His Last Surprise
His Last Surprise
“My seven-year relationship ended with a deepfake, meticulously crafted to ruin my indie game developer career. Then my mother's health rapidly declined, baffling doctors. My childhood best friend, Liam, emerged as my rock, supporting me through profound grief. Three years later, married and eight months pregnant with his child, I overheard a horrifying truth: Liam, my doting husband, orchestrated everything. He had my mother murdered for a lung transplant for my stepsister, Chloe, and engineered the deepfake to isolate me. I was just a pawn in his sick obsession with Chloe. The man whose child I carried was a monster. My life was a meticulously constructed lie. Then, Chloe, the fragile invalid, confessed more: Liam had caused my two previous miscarriages and planned to give our baby to her. When I confronted her, she staged a fake miscarriage, and my own father, encouraged by Liam, broke my hand for it. My art, my solace, shattered. The pain was unbearable, but a steel resolve hardened within me. How could the man I trusted, loved, orchestrate such depravity? Why was I, my mother, my children, mere collateral in his twisted game? The injustice burned. I ended my pregnancy, enduring unbearable agony, then placed the preserved fetus in an ornate gift box. I donned a prosthetic belly, began divorce proceedings, and secured a new identity. On the day of my "delivery," I walked away, leaving him a chilling surprise, ready to forge a new life as Grace Jordan, a survivor reborn.”
1 Introduction2 Chapter 13 Chapter 24 Chapter 35 Chapter 46 Chapter 57 Chapter 68 Chapter 79 Chapter 810 Chapter 911 Chapter 1012 Chapter 1113 Chapter 1214 Chapter 1315 Chapter 1416 Chapter 1517 Chapter 1618 Chapter 1719 Chapter 1820 Chapter 1921 Chapter 2022 Chapter 21