I Was Just A Passerby Carrying His Twin Heirs Chapter 12

I Was Just A Passerby Carrying His Twin Heirs Chapter 12

My pen froze in midair.

Fine.

Four hundred grand it was. No point fighting money.

The day after signing, Logan arranged my move.

I left my $1,300-a-month studio-the one with paper-thin walls and three loud cats upstairs-and moved into

a sleek two-bedroom apartment inside a secured residential complex.

Fully furnished. Move-in ready.

I stood in the middle of the living room and spun around.

Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, reflecting off spotless hardwood floors.

The fridge was stocked.

Fresh linens sat inside the closet.

They even bought detergent.

I stood there, speechless.

The chat floated by.

[What kind of royal treatment is this?! She’s being treated like a giant panda. Grant literally wants to put her

on a pedestal!]

I sank into the plush sofa.

Heaven.

For a split second, I thought-maybe being pregnant wasn’t the worst thing ever?

No, no, no.

Josie Miller, get a grip.

You’re just a surrogate… wait, not a surrogate.

You’re a… business partner.

A temporary partner.

Contract duration: ten months.

Project scope: deliver the contents of your stomach safely.

Post-contract: go your separate ways.

Crystal clear. Simple.

I pulled out my phone and texted my mom.

Mom, I got a new job. Company covers housing. Don’t worry.

She replied instantly.

What job? How much does it pay? Does it have benefits?

I typed back: … Yes.

Not a total lie. Grant did get me private health insurance.

Once settled, life turned insanely peaceful.

I went for weekly checkups, with Logan arranging a driver every time.

The results were great. Both twins were developing normally.

Grant never showed up again.

After signing the contract, he vanished into thin air.

No calls. No texts.

Even Logan only contacted me for routine scheduling.

I enjoyed the peace.

Until week ten, when a tiny hiccup happened.

I showed up for my checkup on time, finished the scan, and was walking toward the exit.

A woman walked toward me down the hallway.

Late twenties, long cascading hair, immaculate makeup. She wore an off-white knit dress paired with four-inch stiletto heels.

She looked like she stepped straight off a magazine cover.

I didn’t pay much attention at first.

But when she saw me, her footsteps stopped dead.

Her eyes locked straight onto my belly.

You couldn’t tell anything at ten weeks.

Yet she stared right at that spot.

Her eyes held a twisted mix of emotions.

Surprise. Calculation. And a trace of… disgust.

As I brushed past her, the bullet chat exploded.

[HERE WE GO! The female lead has entered the chat!]

[Is that Grant’s “destined female lead”?! The white lotus or the crimson rose?!]

[Wait… in the original setup, her name is Vivian Sterling. The Vance family arranged her as Grant’s fiancee. They aren’t married yet, but Mrs. Vance already treats her like a daughter-in-law.]

[Oh shit, Josie got spotted. Is a catfight about to break out?!]

I walked out the hospital doors and glanced back.

The woman remained in the hallway, making a phone call.

Her lips moved rapidly, her face dark.

I looked away and got into the car.

“Officer White.”

“Yes?”

“Who was that woman in the white dress just now?”

Logan glanced at me through the rearview mirror, pausing for a beat.

“…Miss Sterling. Mr. Vance’s… well, his family-arranged match.”

“Ah.”

I leaned back against the seat and closed my eyes.

A blind date. An arranged marriage.

High society standard procedure.

Had nothing to do with me.

Still, I had a bad feeling.

Vivian Sterling wasn’t going to let me live in peace.

Sure enough.

That very evening, Mrs. Evelyn Vance called.

I looked at the caller ID-no saved name, but I recognized the digits.

She had read them off to me when she tried to hand me a checkbook in Grant’s office.

I picked up.

“Josie Miller.”

Mrs. Vance’s voice sounded three degrees colder than last time.

“Mrs. Vance.”

“Have you been contacting Grant lately?”