Under His Billionaire Roof のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 105

The headline hit at six AM.**KNIGHT SECURITY CEO CLEARED IN SEC PROBE. FORMER ASSOCIATE ARRESTED FOR FRAUD.**Leighton read it on her phone. Then the next one. And the next.**JENNIFER DRAKE ARRESTED AT JFK. EXTORTION CHARGES.****KNIGHT'S NAME CLEARED BUT COMPANY STOCK PLUMMETS.****INVESTORS FLEE KNIGHT SECURITY AMID SCANDAL FALLOUT.**She sat up in bed. Noah was still asleep beside her. His phone was buzzing on the nightstand. Seventeen missed calls. Twenty-three unread messages.She grabbed it. Opened the news app. More headlines.**BOARD MEETING SCHEDULED. KNIGHT'S FUTURE UNCERTAIN.****CLIENTS ABANDON FIRM AMID LEGAL DRAMA.****STOCK DOWN 31% IN EARLY TRADING.**Her stomach dropped.Noah's eyes opened. He saw her face. Sat up."What happened?"She handed him his phone. Let him read.His jaw went tight. He scrolled through the headlines. The messages. The calls. His face got paler with each one."The stock's crashing," he said."I know.""Clients are pulling out.""I know.""Eve

"You're cooking?"Leighton stood in the kitchen doorway. Noah was at the stove. Actually cooking. Chicken sizzling in a pan. Garlic smell filling the air."Attempting to cook," he corrected. "There's a difference.""When did this happen?""When I realized my wife shouldn't have to do everything." He looked over his shoulder. Smiled. "Plus Chloe's coming over. I want to prove I'm a functional adult.""By making dinner?""By not burning dinner. Lower bar. More achievable."She walked over. Looked in the pan. "That actually looks good.""Don't sound so surprised.""I am surprised. Last time you tried to cook, you set off the smoke alarm.""That was once. Six months ago. I've grown." He stirred the chicken. Added wine to the pan. It bubbled. Smelled amazing. "How do I know when it's done?""When it's not pink inside.""Helpful."She laughed. Grabbed plates from the cabinet. Started setting the table. The dining room table they'd eaten at maybe five times since she moved in. Usually they a

"Two?" Noah's voice cracked. He stared at the screen. At the two tiny shapes. Two heartbeats flickering. "Twins," Dr. Patterson confirmed. "Fraternal, from what I can see. Two separate sacs. Two placentas." Leighton couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. The room tilted sideways. "That's... that's not possible," she said. "It's actually more common than you'd think. Especially if there's a family history. Do either of you have twins in your family?" "My grandmother," Noah said quietly. "My dad's mom. She had twin boys." "There you go. Genetic predisposition." Dr. Patterson pointed at the screen. "See here? Baby A is measuring right on track. And Baby B is just slightly smaller, but that's normal. Both heartbeats are strong. Everything looks perfect." Perfect. The word sounded wrong. Nothing about this felt perfect. Leighton looked at Noah. His face was gray. His hand gripped hers too tight. Hurting her. She didn't tell him to stop. "I'll print you some pictures," Dr. Patterson sa