All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Surrogate Twins : Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

Mia stared at the phone number until her eyes went blurry. She read it forwards and backwards, checking if it spelled anything, if it made sense. It didn't. She checked her door lock three times, then looked out the peephole at the empty hallway.Who left anonymous notes? People in movies. People in trouble.She was tempted to throw it away, to pretend she'd never seen it. But something about the phrasing "Don't sign anything" made her pause. Not "don't do this" or "this is dangerous." Just don't sign.At 11:47 PM, she texted the number: "Who is this?"The response came within two minutes: "Someone who knows what you're getting into. Call me tomorrow. Not from your apartment."Mia deleted the conversation and set her phone down with shaking hands. She pulled out the contract and tried to read it properly this time, but the legal jargon made her eyes glaze over. Terms like "relinquishment of parental rights" and "non-interference clause" blurred together. There was a section about med

Mia stood in her apartment, staring at the note. Just a phone number and three words: "Call me. Please."She should throw it away. She should ignore it. But curiosity made her dial the number.A woman answered on the second ring. "Ms. Chen? My name is Eleanor Hartwell. I'm a private investigator. I need to speak with you about the Cross family."Mia's stomach tightened. "How did you get this number?""That's not important. What's important is that you're about to make a serious decision, and you deserve all the information first."Against her better judgment, Mia agreed to meet Eleanor at a coffee shop. When she arrived, an elegant woman in her sixties was waiting at a corner table with two cups of coffee already prepared.Eleanor didn't waste time. She opened a manila folder and slid documents across the table."I've been investigating the Cross surrogacy arrangements," Eleanor said. "What I've found is concerning."Mia picked up the first document. It was a medical record, heavily r

Mia's heart hammered against her ribs as she dressed in the medical gown that Nurse Patterson had thrust into her hands. The fabric was thin, hospital-issue white, and it left her feeling exposed and vulnerable in ways that went beyond the physical.She'd had four hours of sleep, maybe less. The sedatives from dinner had dulled her mind, leaving her moving through the morning like someone underwater. Everything felt distant and surreal, as if she were watching herself from outside her own body.Nurse Patterson escorted her down the hallway to the medical suite. The walls seemed narrower than before. The lights overhead were too bright, casting everything in a sickly fluorescent glow. Mia counted her steps without meaning to. Thirty-seven steps from her room to the suite.The procedure room was cold. Sterile. There was a bed in the center, positioned like something out of a horror film, with stirrups and monitors and equipment Mia didn't have names for. Dr. Reid stood beside it in surg