All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Surrogate Twins : Chapter 61 - Chapter 69

Mia woke up feeling different.Not bad. Just different. Like something good was supposed to happen today.She sat up in bed carefully. Her enormous belly made everything awkward now. Seven months pregnant with twins meant rolling over took strategy and getting out of bed required momentum.But today she felt energized.It was her birthday. She remembered that. Twenty-five years old today.She didn’t remember much from the past year. The accident had stolen most of those memories. But she remembered birthdays from before. Remembered her mother always making a big deal about them. Remembered Kevin giving her handmade cards when he was little.Kevin. Her brother. She still couldn’t remember his face clearly. Just fragments. Just the feeling that he was important to her.But today wasn’t about what she’d lost. Today was about celebrating what she still had.She got out of bed and went to the bathroom. Took a long shower. Washed her hair. Did all the

Mia lay in Damien’s arms, her heart still racing from everything that had just happened. But reality was already creeping back in. “We need to talk about Victoria,” Mia said quietly. Damien’s arms tightened around her. “I know.” “She can’t know I remember,” Mia said. “If she finds out, she’ll tell Viktor. They’ll know I’m investigating again. They’ll come after me. After the babies.” “I know,” Damien said again. His hand moved through her hair. “You have to keep pretending. Around her. Around the staff. Around everyone except me and Jake.” Mia pulled back to look at him. “How do I do that? How do I look at her and smile and act grateful when I know what she is? What she’s done?” “Very carefully,” Damien said. “You remember how she was with you these past two months? Sweet. Caring. Maternal. You copy that. You be the Mia she thinks you are. The one with amnesia. The one who trusts her.” Mia’s stomach twisted. “She tried to kill me, Damien. Her father’s people chased me off the

Jake’s apartment was small and cluttered. Papers covered every surface. His laptop sat open on the coffee table surrounded by coffee cups and takeout containers.Mia sat on the couch, her pregnant belly making it difficult to get comfortable. Damien sat beside her. Jake was at his desk pulling files from a locked drawer.“Okay,” Jake said, carrying a stack of folders to the coffee table. “This is everything we have so far.”He spread the documents out. Mia leaned forward to look.“These are the photos you sent me before the accident,” Jake said, pointing to a folder. “You managed to text me a few of them before Viktor’s people caught up with you. Not all of them, but enough to give us a starting point.”Mia picked up the folder and opened it. Her hands trembled slightly as she looked at the images.There they were. The surrogate files. Sarah Martinez. Jessica Thornton. Patricia Moss. All seven names she’d found in Dr. Reid’s office.“I remember taking these,” Mia said quietly. “I was

Dr. Marcus Reid’s office was dark when Damien arrived.It was past eight PM. The medical building was closed. But Damien had a key. He’d gotten it months ago when he’d started suspecting Dr. Reid’s involvement in Viktor’s operation.He took the elevator to the third floor and walked down the empty hallway. His footsteps echoed against the tile.Dr. Reid’s door was unlocked. Damien pushed it open.The office was a mess. Papers scattered across the desk. Empty whiskey bottles in the trash. The smell of alcohol hung heavy in the air.Dr. Reid sat behind his desk in the dark. He didn’t look up when Damien entered.“I’ve been expecting you,” Dr. Reid said. His voice was slurred. Drunk.“Have you?” Damien asked. He closed the door behind him and locked it.“Viktor called me today,” Dr. Reid said. He finally looked up. His eyes were bloodshot. His face was pale and drawn. “Told me you’ve been asking questions. Told me you’re gathering evidence. Told me to be ready.”“Ready for what?” Damien

Jake sat in his car outside a small house in Oakland.The address came from Dr. Reid’s files. Another surrogate. Another woman who’d carried a baby for Viktor’s operation.Sarah Martinez. The first name on the list. Twenty-six years old now. She’d been the surrogate six years ago.Jake had called her yesterday. Explained who he was. What he was investigating. Asked if she would talk to him.She’d been silent for a long time. Then she’d said yes.Now Jake was here. Recorder in his bag. Questions prepared. Ready to hear another horror story.He got out of the car and walked to the front door. The house was small but well-maintained. Flowers in the window boxes. Fresh paint.He knocked.The door opened immediately. A young woman stood there. Petite. Dark hair pulled back. Tired eyes that had seen too much.“Sarah?” Jake asked.“Yes. Come in.”Jake stepped inside. The house was neat. Clean. But sparse. Like someone living carefully within a tight budget.Sarah led him to the living room.