บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire’s Surrogate Twins : บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

My men will take you back to your apartment,” Viktor said. “Think about what we discussed tonight. Make good choices, Mia. Your future depends on it.”The hands on her arms were firm but not painful. They lifted her from the chair and guided her toward the exit. Her legs moved mechanically, one foot in front of the other, her mind still reeling from everything Viktor had said.They were almost to the door when Mia saw it.A hallway branching off to the left. The lighting was dimmer there. But at the end of that hallway, there was a room with large glass windows.And inside were girls.Mia’s feet stopped moving. She stared.There were at least a dozen of them. All young. Some looked even younger than Mia. They sat on simple cots arranged in rows. Some were reading. Some were talking quietly to each other. And several of them were visibly pregnant, their bellies round and swollen under loose cotton dresses.They all had the same look in their eyes when they

Four days had passed since Viktor’s warehouse. Mia sat at her desk on the third floor of Cross Technologies, reviewing employee wellness reports that didn’t matter. Her official title was Medical and Wellness Coordinator. Her actual job was to manage health programs, coordinate with the medical team, schedule annual checkups, and make sure the company’s health insurance policies were being utilized properly. It was boring work. Necessary work. The kind of work that let her move through the building without drawing attention. Which was exactly what she needed. Dr. Reid’s office was directly across the hall from hers. She could see his door from her desk if she angled her chair just right. For the past four days, she’d been watching him. He arrived every morning at eight fifteen. Always wearing the same rotation of three suits. Always carrying a leather briefcase that looked expensive but worn. He would unlock his office, disappear inside for ten minutes, then emerge to get cof

Mia stared at the folder in her hands. Seven names. Seven women. Seven surrogates. Her fingers trembled as she opened the first file. Sarah Martinez. Age 26. Blood type O positive. Medical history unremarkable. Signed surrogacy contract on March 15, 2019. The file contained everything. Initial consultation notes. Psychological evaluation. Genetic screening results. Hormone treatment protocols. Implantation date. Weekly ultrasound images showing a growing fetus. Then pregnancy updates. Weight gain. Vitamins. Blood pressure readings. Everything documented with clinical precision. Delivery date: November 28, 2019. Healthy male infant. 7 pounds 4 ounces. No complications. And then nothing. The next page simply said: “Contract fulfilled. Payment processed. Case closed.” No follow-up appointments. No postpartum care notes. No information about what happened to Sarah Martinez after she delivered the baby. Just closed. Mia set down Sarah’s file and opened the next one.

The text from Jake came at 7:32 AM the next morning.“We need to talk. It’s about Lauren Pierce. She’s alive. - J”Mia stared at her phone screen, her coffee growing cold in her other hand. She was sitting at her kitchen table, already dressed for work, trying to force down breakfast even though her stomach was in knots.Lauren Pierce was alive. Jake had found her.Her fingers hovered over the keyboard. She wanted to call him immediately. Wanted to know how he’d found Lauren. Wanted to know what Lauren had said.But she couldn’t. Not yet.She needed more evidence first. More documentation. More proof that what was happening wasn’t just isolated incidents but a systematic operation.She typed back: “Can’t meet until after work. Need to get more files first.”Jake’s response came within seconds: “Be careful.”Mia arrived at Cross Technologies at 8:15 AM. The building was busy now. Morning rush. Employees

Mia heard her name being called as she pushed through the glass doors.“Mia!”She turned. Victoria was running across the lobby. Her heels clicking frantically against the marble floor. Her face was twisted with something that looked like fury.Mia’s heart lurched.She turned back and ran.The taxi was still there. Still waiting at the curb exactly where she’d told the driver to wait. Thank God. Thank God thank God thank God.She yanked open the back door and threw herself inside.“Drive,” she said. “Please. Drive now.”The driver looked at her in the rearview mirror. “Where to?”“Just drive. Please. I’ll give you the address in a minute. Just go.”The driver must have heard the panic in her voice because he pulled away from the curb immediately.Mia twisted in her seat to look out the back window.Victoria had reached the sidewalk. She was standing at the curb, staring after the taxi. Her phone was already in her hand.“Faster,” Mia whispered. “Please drive faster.”“Lady, I’m alread