One Night, One Baby, One Billionaire Mess のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

AVA I was going to give birth on an explosive-wired floor. That was all I could think about as pain raced through my lower back and up my spine. The world around me blurred and sirens in the distance, Elias yelling orders, and the countdown on the screen flashing like a curse: 00:02:34. "Do not push yet!" Damian shouted. "I do not have an option!" I yelled back, sweat running down my temples. My vision was blurry. The pain was relentless, coming in sharp and quick waves. My body was already performing what instinct required. And what about this baby?It was not awaiting safety. It was now becoming a reality. "I need something," Damian said Elias. "A towel, a coat, whatever!" He removed his own jacket and knelt in front of me, attempting to support me. I clutched his arms tightly and hung on for my dear life. I was holding our son. Our second kid, a daughter, was to be born in the midst of hell. DAMIAN The screen on the wall was flashing red. 00:01:59.

AVA The temperature in the room was far too low. Walls made of concrete. One hanging lightbulb. And a quiet so dense it chokes me. I was not by myself. My infants were not wailing anymore, but I knew they were nearby. I felt them. I refrained from screaming. That is exactly what they wanted. Instead, I calmed my breathing and looked about. There were no windows, only an iron door with a buzzing camera in the corner. I was being watched. What is the worst part? They did not even bother to blindfold me. They did not intend to let me escape. Footsteps reverberated. Slow. Measured. The door creaked as it opened. And a woman stepped inside. That is not Rachel.Someone has done worse. The similarity made my blood run cold. She grinned as if it hurt to be fake. "You do not remember me?" I chose not to respond. She approached and crouched in front of me. "I am Camille Vance. Brigham has a sister." My breath had come to an end. "He is dead," I announced

AVA I could not breathe. My body leaned against the cold metal grating, my gaze fixed on the image below Damian, blood trailing down his temple, crouching like a man on the verge of execution. Camille stood behind him, serene, graceful, and surgical. A sword flashed at his throat, but Damian did not flinch. Where was Hope? My heart pounded in my ears. I wanted to shout. To thrust myself through the vent and fall on Camille with every ounce of hatred I could muster. However, this would mean losing the advantage. Worse, Damian has passed away. "Where is she?" Damian hissed underneath, his voice unwavering despite the blood on his collar.Camille gave a smile. "Safe. That is all for now. You should be thankful. "You are seeing your daughter before you die.""Is that what this is?" he demanded. "Is this your great finale?""No, Damian." This is just the prelude." I clenched my teeth. The vent cracked slightly as I shifted my weight. Camille did not hear it, but

AVA I did not stop crying till the helicopter came down. Not the huge, shattering tears I was expecting, but the silent ones. They slid down my cheeks as if they were too fatigued to move any faster. Damian held Hope, I held Liam, and we both gripped quiet as if it were the only thing keeping us together. We were very safe. However, I did not feel safe. Camille was still standing someplace out there. We are still planning. We are still watching. I whispered, "She knew we were coming." Damian nodded, his jaw clenched. "She wanted us to leave.""Why?" He did not reply. And the silence terrified me more than anything else.DAMIAN Camille let us leave. She may have caught us. I triggered a bomb. They killed Ava. Killed me. However, she didn't. Because she was not after our life. She was pursuing our legacy. Back at the complex, I triggered every remaining CrossTech protocol. Security teams. Cyber defense. Personal intelligence networks. I even called Elias' la

AVA He looked exactly like Damian, with the same storm-colored eyes, crooked brow, and jawline that turned to steel when the world threatened to break him. The photo was not old. This was not some ancestor. This was now. And it was terrifying. "That is not possible," Damian muttered. Julian dropped into the chair opposite us. "It is. I ran the facial recognition twice. Sixty-nine percent DNA similarity."I did not have a brother. My mother never mentioned another child. My father died before I could ask. There were no files or records. But there he was. Cassian Vale. The man behind the engineered child. The man who might have given Liam life… Through my blood. "I need to find him," I said, jaw tight. Ava's fingers wrapped around mine. "We need to find him," she corrected gently. AVA The next 24 hours.Julian tracked Cassian's last known location to a private airport in Montenegro. A rented residence with an alias. A business agreement with a biotech company concealed within