LOGINChloe sat in the passenger seat of the town car, one hand resting on her belly as the familiar Brooklyn streets passed by the window. The support from the customers at the bakery still warmed her chest, but the sting of the paparazzi flashes and their cruel shouts lingered like a bruise. The doctor’s warning about contractions getting closer sat heavy in her mind, a constant reminder that time was running out. She shifted slightly, trying to ease the ache in her lower back, but the movement only made it worse. Damian glanced over from the driver’s seat, jaw tight. “You’re hurting again. We should head straight back to the penthouse. No more stops.” “I know,” she said, voice tired but determined. “But I was thinking… maybe I could still help at the bakery a little. Just a few hours here and there. The staff needs me. The orders are piling up, and I can’t let it all fall apart while I’m stuck resting.” He shook his head gently, one hand reaching over to rest on her knee. “The doctor
Chloe shifted in the passenger seat of the town car, one hand on her belly as the familiar streets of Brooklyn passed by the window. The ache in her lower back had been constant since they left the penthouse, but she kept her voice steady. “I need to stop at the bakery. Just for a little while. I agreed to go for a ride, but I can’t pretend everything is normal if I don’t check on it.” Damian glanced over from the driver’s seat, jaw tight. “The doctor said rest. The contractions yesterday were a warning. If something happens while you’re there...” “I know the risks,” she cut in, turning to look at him. “But it’s my bakery. My staff is barely holding on. If I hide away completely, it dies. I need to see it. To be there, even if it’s just for twenty minutes. Please.”"when you get there you shouldn't touch anything please"Damien said. He exhaled through his nose, hands tightening on the wheel, but he didn’t argue further. The car turned toward the bakery block. “Twenty minutes. Th
Morning sunlight filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, but Chloe barely noticed it.She sat curled up on the living room sofa, a blanket wrapped around her swollen legs while one hand rested absentmindedly over her belly.The twins kicked gently beneath her palm.Normally, their movements made her smile.Today... They only reminded her of how much her body had changed.Her phone vibrated against the cushion. Within seconds, the notifications became endless.Melissa: Chloe... don't look online.Another message arrived.Emma: Someone reposted the hospital pictures.Her stomach tightened. Slowly, she unlocked the phone. The article Damian had switched off the night before hadn't disappeared.It had exploded from Entertainment blogs to Celebrity pages Everyone seemed to have an opinion about the billionaire's pregnant wife.A television presenter laughed while replaying the video of Damian helping her climb out of the SUV."She can barely walk anymore.""Pregna
Chloe stood in front of the full-length mirror in the penthouse bathroom, hands resting on the heavy curve of her belly. She and Damian had been discharged from the hospital only a few hours earlier under strict medical orders. The contractions had eased for now, but the doctors had made one thing painfully clear—she was to remain on complete bed rest inside the penthouse. A private obstetric team would monitor her daily, and at the first sign of regular contractions or distress from either twin, Damian was to bring her straight back to the hospital. The penthouse no longer felt like home. Prescription bottles sat neatly on the bathroom counter. A blood pressure monitor rested beside the sink. Emergency numbers were taped to the refrigerator downstairs, and the guest room had been converted into a temporary medical room. Even here, she couldn't escape the reminder that every day of this pregnancy was a battle. The fluorescent light overhead made every new stretch mark, every swoll
Marcus had just gone public in a press conference. The headline flashed across the screen: *Marcus King Takes Full Control of King Enterprises — Files for Emergency Custody of Damian’s Unborn Twins, Citing Instability and Safety Concerns.* The photo showed Marcus standing at a podium, smiling like he had already won. The company was gone. And now he was coming straight for the twins in open court. Damian tightened his hold on Chloe as the reality crashed over them both. The war had just gone fully public, and Marcus was no longer hiding in the shadows. Chloe stared at her phone screen, the news alert glowing harshly in the dim hospital room. Marcus’s press conference played on loop in the video embedded at the top of the article. He stood at a podium, smiling like a man who had already won, announcing his full control of King Enterprises and the emergency custody filing for “the King heirs” due to Damian’s “instability and dangerous associations.” “They won’t stop until they des
Chloe let the phone drop back onto the table. “She’s still doing it. Even now. While I’m hooked up to machines trying to keep them inside me, she’s out there telling the world she’s the rightful mother and I’m just the broken incubator. Demanding access like she has any right.” Damian picked up the phone, scanned the article, and set it face down with more force than necessary. “She’s desperate. The court sees through it. We have the tampering evidence. The payments. All of it. This is noise. You focus on you and them. Nothing else.” Chloe shifted slightly, trying to find a more comfortable position against the pillows. The monitors picked up the twins’ heartbeats again, steady for now. She let out a shaky breath and looked back at Damian. “If they come early… what names do we even use? We talked about it but never decided. I keep thinking about that. Like if I pick them now, it makes this real in a way I can hold onto.” He pulled his chair even closer, elbow resting on the bed
Chloe woke to her phone vibrating nonstop on the nightstand, the screen already lit up with alerts. She grabbed it, squinting against the morning light, and her stomach dropped. The leaked surrogacy contract excerpts dominated every headline and social feed. "Payoff Details Exposed", "King Marriag
Damian hung up on Vanessa and tossed the phone onto the table. “She claims she has DNA proof the twins are hers. She’s on her way here now. I told her to come so we end this face to face.”Chloe pushed back from the table, one hand on her belly. “Good. Let her say it to both of us.”They waited in
No answer at first. Then the lock turned and she stood there, phone in hand with a pale face. “Another call from the shop. Ingredients missing, Customers complaining. This is your world biting me again, isn’t it?” “I’m fixing it,” he said. “My people are on the suppliers. The clinic. All of i
He glanced at the screen and answered immediately. “Doctor. What’s wrong?”Chloe watched his face tighten as he listened. He put it on speaker.“Ms. Bennett needs to come in right away,” the doctor said. “Twin B’s readings have declined sharply. We’re seeing signs that require immediate evaluation.







