My Husband’s Surrogate: The Billionaire’s Twins

The doctor turned paper-white. "Mrs. Covington... you found out?" He pointed a shaking finger at the cowering nurse. "It was a mistake! She messed up—she's new! Two months ago, she pulled the wrong sample from the bank. I only just realized, but it's too late!" "The wrong sample?" Eve pushed. Dr. Evans looked at her stomach, then spilled everything. "The sperm used for your procedure... it wasn't President Covington's." Eve's heart stopped. "What do you mean? And the eggs? If you lie to me, I will sue this hospital into the ground. I mean it! Do you understand me?" "I'll tell you! I'll tell you everything!" Evans stammered, handing her a file. "The sperm belongs to Gideon Holt of the Holt Group. Two years ago, he was in a near-fatal accident. He's an only son, so the family did an emergency collection to preserve his line. He recovered, but they never came back for the sample." He took a frantic breath. "Your first round failed because Silas's sperm quality was poor, and t

The matriarch lived in a separate villa in the back garden. When she saw Eve, her face lit up. "My dear, you're finally here! Come, let me look at you. Why do you look so haggard? Has Silas been picking on you?" The family matriarch, Eleanor Covington, was in poor health and usually stayed at a sanatorium, but she returned to the estate once a week, and Eve was always there to look after her. The old lady adored her more than she liked her own granddaughter, Xigi. She was the only person in the family whose treatment of Eve hadn't changed after the scandal. Silas followed them in, sounding mock-jealous. "Grandmother, you really do prefer her over your own grandson, don’t you? Besides, who would dare bully her? Eve is expecting—we're all going to spoil her rotten!" The old lady's eyes widened in delight. "What? Eve, is it true?" Eve knew there was no hiding it anymore. She nodded awkwardly. "Yes, Grandmother." Excited, the old lady immediately told Mrs. Hadley, "Go to my sa

Ever since her first round of IVF, Silas had insisted on these daily shots. He claimed it was the best imported medicine to keep her and the baby safe. By now, Eve's midsection was a mosaic of bruises and swelling. She'd kept taking them even when the first round failed, hoping it would help the second time. Now, it all felt like a sick joke. "At least tell me," Eve said, her voice dropping to a dangerous low, "how much is Silas paying you to do this?" Annalise Keaton, a young woman with a forgettable face, froze. Her eyes went wide with panic. "I... what?" The look on the doctor's face told Eve everything she needed to know. Yesterday, Eve had asked her OB-GYN, Dr. Evans, about the shots. He had been livid. "This is absolute nonsense!" he had shouted. "Mrs. Covington, your bloodwork is perfect. There's no sign of a threatened miscarriage. Why on Earth are you taking these? It's just causing unnecessary trauma to you and the babies!" Eve had been shaking with rage. "But I'm so si