Todos los capítulos de THE BILLIONAIRE PLUS SIZE SURROGATE : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Chloe stared at the two pink lines on the plastic stick sitting on Damian’s desk like it might bite her. The doctor had just left the room after the ultrasound, his face tight as he muttered about needing more scans. “Twins,” Damian said, voice flat as he picked up the test and set it down again. He didn’t smile, He didn’t even blink much. “One looks smaller. They mentioned possible complications at eight weeks.” Chloe pressed her palms flat against her thighs, fingers digging into the fabric of her jeans. The news should have made her jump up and down, Instead her stomach knotted so hard she had to swallow twice before she could speak. “So what now?” she asked. “They said the smaller one has a weak heartbeat or something, We need to decide on monitoring.” Damian’s phone buzzed on the desk. He glanced at the screen, Vanessa’s name, then silenced it without answering. “My team will handle extra appointments, You’ll come here twice a week. No arguments.” “Twice a week?” Chl

Chloe sat on the edge of the couch, one hand pressed to the side of her belly where the twins were kicking hard, like they could feel the chaos too. Her phone screen glowed with fresh headlines. Billionaire's Fiancée Dumps Him for Richer Man, Surrogate Drama Explodes. "Shit," she whispered, thumb scrolling faster. Comments flooded in, calling her the replacement, the desperate one, the plus-size stand-in. The penthouse door flew open. Damian strode in, jacket already off, tie loosened, eyes locked on her. “Vanessa left. For good. Marry me for one year to fix my image or the deal ends. No shared custody, No access, Your choice.” Chloe’s hand stilled on her stomach. The kicks continued but her own breath caught sharp. She set the phone down slowly. “You’re joking. I signed up for co-parenting, not a fake marriage to save your reputation.” “I don’t joke.” He dropped his briefcase on the table and crossed his arms. “The board is already circling. Marcus is pushing for a vote. One

Get out,” Damian snarled, stepping closer to Vanessa in the middle of the penthouse living room. “We’re done. You walked away in front of the cameras. Don’t come back here claiming it’s my kid.” Vanessa tossed her hair, hand resting on her flat stomach like that proved anything. “You sure about that? We were together right before I left. Timing works, And your mother already believes me, She called me yesterday, Damian, Said this whole surrogate mess was a mistake you’d fix.” From the hallway, Chloe’s footsteps halted. Damian caught the faint shift of her weight near the corner, but he kept his eyes on Vanessa. “My mother can believe whatever she wants. You’re not pregnant with my child, Get the hell out before I have security drag you.” Vanessa’s laugh cut sharp. “Security? For the mother of your actual heir? Keep playing house with your bakery girl. See how long that lasts when the board hears I’m teaming up with your mother to clean this up. She’s already lining up the right

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 it.” She crossed her arms, phone gripped tight against her side. “Fixing it how? By controlling more? I don’t know who to believe anymore. Your mother, Vanessa, Marcus, you. everyone has an angle. How do I know you’re not part of it?” The words landed like a punch. Damian stepped inside the room without waiting for permission. “Because those are my children too. I’m terrified of losing them.” His voice came out rougher than he meant. He looked away for a second, then back at her. “I don’t do fear well. Never had to. But watching those scans today… I can’t lose them.” Chloe’s grip on her arms loosened a fraction, but she still held herself distant. “Saying that doesn’t make the rest disa

Damian paced the penthouse living room at 2 a.m., phone gripped tight in one hand as he stared at Chloe’s threatening text again. The words burned into his eyes: "Leave the Kings or the babies won’t make it." He hit dial on his head of security. “Double the team. Four more men on the penthouse, two permanent at the bakery. Find who sent that message. Now. Trace the number, IP, everything.” “Working on it, sir,” the man replied. “It’s routed through burners. Give me an hour.” Chloe appeared in the hallway entrance, pale in her oversized sleep shirt, both hands cradling her belly. “What’s going on? I heard you on the phone.” Damian turned the screen toward her. “New text, Same threats. I’m not waiting around anymore.” She read it, then looked up at him, arms tightening around her middle. “And you weren’t going to wake me? What else are you hiding?” He pulled up the partial report from his investigator and handed her the phone. “More payments traced to my mother’s privat