The billionaire's secret babies

Chpater 2: Time of DeathHer hands clenched into fists as tears slid down her cheeks. She had lost everything—but she wasn’t going down without a fight.She stood frozen, her hand trembling as it rested over her stomach. The weight of the truth slowly sank in, her thoughts a whirlwind of disbelief. A child… Her child.Her mind drifted back to that night—the warmth, the tenderness that Lowe had shown her, even if just for a fleeting moment. But it felt like a distant memory now, like something that belonged to another time, another life. Since then, she hadn't seen him. He must hate her now. The thought twisted in her gut. How could he not? To him, she was nothing more than the woman who had killed his mother, the woman who had betrayed him, who drugged him and climbed into his bed for her own selfish reasons. And now, standing on the brink of despair, sentenced to death for a crime she didn't commit, the child she carried felt like a cruel twist of fate.But despite the bitterness tha

Chapter 4: She's back.The pen glided over paper in smooth, deliberate strokes, its faint scratch the only sound in the still room. Fingers tightened briefly around it before resuming their steady rhythm. Lowe’s gaze flicked to the window, where the city lights blinked against the dark. A muscle in his jaw shifted, then stilled, as he returned to the paper, his movements precise yet heavy with unspoken weight.The door creaked open, and Mark, his assistant, stepped in with measured caution. His every movement was calculated, as though he feared one wrong step might trigger an unseen mine.“Sir, you asked to see me?” Mark’s voice was carefully modulated, pitched just right—respectful but not intrusive.Lowe’s hand paused mid-signature, the pen stalling against the paper. The sound of it being placed back on the glass desktop was soft, almost muted, but in the silence, it resonated like a gunshot. Slowly, he raised his head, revealing the face that had become synonymous with power and f