Semua Bab THE BILLIONAIRE PLUS SIZE SURROGATE : Bab 51 - Bab 60

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 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

Damian gripped the steering wheel with one hand while the other stayed locked around Chloe’s fingers in the back seat of the armored SUV. She winced beside him, breath hissing through clenched teeth as another contraction hit. The safehouse had lasted less than two hours before the contractions returned, sharper this time, pulling her body forward despite the seatbelt. “Stay with me,” he repeated, voice low and steady even as fear clawed up his throat. “Breathe through it. Just like before. In slow. Out slower. I’ve got you.” Chloe nodded tightly, free hand pressed hard against the side of her belly. Sweat beaded on her forehead. “It’s stronger now. Damian… they feel lower. Like they’re really trying to come.” The driver took a sharp turn toward the private medical wing, tires squealing against the pavement. Damian kept his eyes on her face, thumb stroking the back of her hand in the same rhythm he’d used through every scare before. “You’re doing everything right. The twins are fig

His phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out, expecting the lawyers or security. His mother’s name flashed on the screen. He stared at it for a long second, then blocked the number completely. No more, Not today, Not ever.A different nurse approached, smiling softly. “Mr. King? You can see the babies briefly. Twin A is in the nursery. Twin B is in the NICU but stable. Would you like to see them?”He stood immediately. They led him to a small room where a nurse placed the first twin—tiny, wrinkled, but breathing strong—into his arms. Elijah. The name felt right the second he held him. The baby’s eyes were closed, tiny fingers curling against his shirt. Damian’s throat tightened. Tears burned his eyes as he looked down at his son. “I’ve got you,” he whispered. “Your mom fought so hard for you. We both did. You’re safe now.”They let him hold Twin A for a few minutes before moving him to the NICU window. Twin B— Maya—lay in the incubator, monitors attached, small chest rising and fa

Chloe held Elijah close to her chest in the hospital bed, the tiny bundle warm and real against her skin. Maya was still in the NICU, but the nurses had brought Elijah for a short visit, his small hand curled around her finger. The custody hearing was in two hours. The lawyers had papers spread across the tray table, but Chloe couldn’t look at them. Not while she had her son in her arms for the first time. Chloe lowered her face and kissed Elijah's forehead, breathing in the faint scent of baby lotion and milk. She had imagined this moment throughout her pregnancy, but reality was so much more overwhelming than any dream she had allowed herself to have. His tiny heartbeat fluttered against her chest, fragile yet determined, reminding her of every terrifying night she had wondered whether she would ever get the chance to hold him at all. Her eyes drifted toward the empty bassinet beside the bed that should have held Maya. Instead, her daughter remained in the NICU, surrounded by mach