Hiding the Hot Dangerous Billionaire’s Baby Twins

Camilla sat in the passenger seat, one hand resting on her purse while the other traced slow circles over the fabric of her dress. 

She smiled when she saw the fertility clinic come into view. She didn’t know why, but something about today made her feel at ease.

She turned to her husband, Leandro with her big smile still etched on her face. 

“So… you’re coming in with me, right?” she said, hopeful.

Leandro’s grip on the steering wheel tightened for a second before he relaxed. 

“I actually need to go to the office now. Something urgent came up,” he replied.

Her smile faltered slightly. “Oh. I thought you could accompany me. You went home so late last night and said you finished all your work so you could be with me now.”

“Oh, come on, Camilla,” Leandro said, a little irritated. “I’m going to take over the company soon, so I have to make sure everything’s well. Also, it’s not like there’s something big going on. You’re just going there for a checkup, right?”

Camilla nodded, forcing the disappointment down. 

“Yeah. I just thought… I’m sorry. You can go now. Take care.”

She leaned over to kiss him, but he avoided her and glanced at his phone. Camilla was shocked but Leandro didn’t care.

“I’m going now. You can get out of the car.”

And so she did. She watched him drive away before turning toward the clinic. She told herself not to overthink it. Leandro had been busy lately. That didn’t mean he didn’t care.

As soon as she was inside, Camilla checked in at the front desk, her heart beating faster with every step she took down the hallway. A nurse greeted her and led her into a small consultation room.

They sat across from each other as the nurse pulled up her file.

“You’re here for your post-transfer results.”

“Yes,” Camilla said.

The nurse nodded. “So two embryos were transferred during your last cycle. We’ve been monitoring your hormone levels since then.”

“I followed everything exactly. The injections, the rest, all of it.” Camilla clasped her hands together.

“I can see that,” The nurse said while smiling gently. “And it paid off.”

She turned the screen toward Camilla.

“These levels confirm a successful implantation. You’re pregnant.”

Camilla sucked in a sharp breath. “I am?!”

“Yes. Congratulations.”

Her eyes burned instantly. “I don’t even know what to say.”

“We’ll need to keep a close eye on things,” the nurse continued. “With in vitro fertilization, there’s always a chance of multiples, especially since two embryos were transferred. It’s too early to confirm how many, but it’s something to be aware of.”

Camilla nodded, still stunned. “I understand.”

She left the clinic feeling light, her hand pressed protectively over her stomach. She imagined telling Leandro. The way he would look at her. The way this would fix everything that had felt off between them lately.

Instead of going home, she took a cab to his office. She wanted to tell him in person.

At the reception desk, the woman looked her over from head to foot as Camilla approached.

“Oh… who are you?”

Of course, they didn’t know her as Leandro’s wife. They knew Leandro Vega was married, but he had never made it public to “protect” her. Camilla had believed him, thinking it was really for her.

“Hi,” Camilla said cheerfully. “Is Leandro free?”

“Do you have an appointment?” the receptionist asked sharply.

“Uh… I won’t take long. I just want to say something to him. I am his… wife.”

A slight shock crossed the woman’s face. She hesitated and glanced toward the hallway, then back at Camilla. 

“Maybe you should call first.”

“It’s a surprise,” Camilla said, smiling. “I can go now, right? I’ll go to his office…”

The woman didn’t know what to say, so Camilla took it as a sign to go. She even heard the woman calling her, but she was too excited and stepped into the elevator. 

Thank God she had come here before they married, it made it easier for her to navigate the place.

When the elevator opened on Leandro’s office floor, someone hurried after her.

“Hey, miss, wait. Who are you? Are you going to Mr. Vega’s office?”

Camilla stopped, noticing how nervous the man looked.

“Is something wrong?” she asked, confused.

“It’s just… maybe this isn’t a good time.”

Camilla frowned but stepped past him. “I’ll be quick.”

She walked toward the office, wondering where her husband’s secretary, Bianca Rocha, was. If she were here, she would probably help her. Bianca was one of the few who knew she was Leandro’s wife,  she had even been there during the wedding.

Oh, maybe she’s on a break, Camilla thought.

She was about to open the door when she heard something.

“Aaaahhh, fuck! L-Leandro! Don’t bite there, it’ll mark…” a woman’s voice drifted through the door.

Camilla froze and her body stiffened. She had meant to knock, she had even raised her hand, but the voices inside stopped her completely.

“Come on… that’s okay…”

That was Leandro’s voice. She was sure of it.

“And then what? I let you mark me and then I can’t even mark you because of your stupid wife?”

“Then mark me…” he replied.

“Ooohhh. That’s new. So you’ve given up on Camilla… your dear wife?” the woman asked softly.