Semua Bab Surrogate for My Cold-Hearted Ex: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Adrian’s grip on the phone tightened until his knuckles turned white.The message still glared on the screen, its words carved into Maya’s mind like a scar:You shouldn’t trust everyone bringing you tea.The shattered teacup pieces lay between them on the floor, porcelain shards glittering like broken ice. The liquid spread across the rug, a dark, accusing stain.Adrian finally looked up, his expression unreadable—but his eyes, those stormy eyes, burned with barely contained fury.“Lila brought this?” His voice was clipped, too controlled, like a man holding back an explosion.Maya nodded slowly, her mouth dry. “She said she thought I could use something warm. But I didn’t drink it. I—I couldn’t.”Something like relief flickered in his gaze before it hardened again. He barked into his phone, summoning two guards.Within seconds, men in suits rushed into the room.“Take the tray,” Adrian ordered. “Straight to the lab. Test everything. I want results within the hour.”“Yes, sir.”They c

Adrian’s footsteps thundered down the marble hallway, every stride echoing like a war drum. Maya’s body felt weightless in his arms, but not in the way that comforted her—in the way that terrified her.Her breaths came in shallow, uneven bursts. Each cramp twisted deeper, sharp enough to make her cry out.“Stay with me, Maya,” Adrian begged, his voice raw. “Don’t close your eyes.”She tried, but the pain blurred everything. The chandeliers overhead melted into streaks of gold and shadow. Her world shrank to the pounding of her heart and the desperate sound of Adrian’s voice.The private medical wing inside the estate had always felt unnecessary before, a billionaire’s extravagance. Now, it was the only thing keeping her sane.Doctors and nurses swarmed as Adrian laid her carefully on the hospital-grade bed. Monitors beeped to life, machines hummed, gloves snapped.“Cramping, severe abdominal pain, possible preterm labor,” one nurse rattled off.“Vitals are dropping—BP is low.”“Get fl

The silence after Adrian’s words pressed down like a heavy shroud.One of the people we trust.Maya’s throat went dry. She looked around the pristine medical room, suddenly seeing it differently—every nurse, every guard, every servant in the estate… any one of them could be the threat.“Adrian,” she whispered, her hand tightening over her belly as if to shield the babies. “If someone’s inside, then I’m not safe here. None of us are.”“You’re not leaving.” His voice was a sharp blade, slicing through her panic. “The estate is locked down. Whoever it is, they’re trapped in here with us.”That didn’t comfort her. If anything, it made her pulse spike higher.Adrian immediately doubled the guard rotation. Every door was locked, every corridor monitored. Staff members were pulled in for questioning one by one. His voice carried down the halls like a thunderstorm, his orders clipped, merciless, and terrifyingly precise.Maya stayed in her room, but the walls felt like they were closing in. H

The clatter of Maya’s fork echoed like a gunshot in the cavernous dining hall.Her hands shook as she scrambled to steady it, forcing a breathless laugh that sounded more like a gasp. “Sorry. Baby brain,” she murmured.Adrian’s sharp gaze lingered on her, suspicious, as though he knew she was hiding something. He didn’t press, not here, not in front of his mother. But Maya could feel his tension radiating beside her like static.Across the table, Eleanor Knight lifted her glass of wine with practiced grace. Her lips curled into the faintest smile, elegant but cold. “It happens to the best of us,” she said smoothly. “Pregnancy can make a woman clumsy… distracted.”Her tone was gentle, almost sympathetic. But Maya felt the hair on her arms rise. That voice. She’d heard that exact tone, laced with poison, in the dark of her bedroom.Don’t trust him, Maya. Adrian Knight will destroy you.The words replayed like a broken record.Maya swallowed hard, forcing herself to meet Eleanor’s eyes.

Maya’s pulse thundered as the reporters’ words echoed in her ears.Surrogate drama. Hidden pregnancy. Eleanor leaked it.Her hands trembled as she pressed them against the cool marble wall for support. For one wild second, she thought she might faint.The reporters slipped out through a side door, their hushed laughter trailing after them, leaving Maya alone with the crushing truth: Eleanor wasn’t just plotting behind closed doors anymore. She was weaponizing the press.Maya forced herself to breathe. In. Out. Focus. She had to warn Adrian.But even as her heart screamed to tell him everything, doubt whispered louder: What if he believes her? What if Eleanor twists the story first? What if you lose him… and the babies?She straightened her spine, clutching her stomach protectively. No. She wouldn’t let Eleanor write her story. Not without a fight.The gala continued like a glittering dream, though to Maya, it felt more like a nightmare. Every laugh, every flash of a camera, every hands