All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE BABIES : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

⸻ IN THE MORNING It was Monday. Evander woke with his mind racing. Ari’s words from the restaurant the night before echoed relentlessly, along with the message he had received right after they left. Something about it felt wrong. No… he can’t be. I refuse to believe that. As he prepared for work and stepped into the bathroom, another thought unsettled him—his anonymous boss had requested to see him today. Evander had never seen the man. Not once. He didn’t even know what he looked like. The idea of meeting him made his chest tighten. After his bath, he headed to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Delaney was still asleep. They had gone clubbing the night before—Sunday—because she’d insisted, “The baby wants it.” His phone buzzed. From: A. Draven Subject: Meeting Update The meeting has been postponed until further notice. Relief flooded him. Evander exhaled a shaky laugh. “I knew it,” he muttered. “That homeless hag can’t be my boss.” But even as he smiled,

Cynthia consoled Ari gently, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “I’m so sorry you had to go through all of this,” she said softly. Ari looked at her, tears still glistening. “I… I didn’t mean to keep anything from you. Please forgive me.” Cynthia smiled faintly. “ It’s okay Ari, the important thing is that your babies have a dad and you know him. So from now on No more secrets, okay? Promise me that.” “I promise,” Ari whispered. After work in the evening, Cynthia insisted on driving Ari to her trailer. The place didn’t seem pleasing to her—small and modest—but Ari loved it.She told Ari to come leave with her instead but she refused. “I couldn’t leave,” Ari said. “This trailer… it’s peaceful. It’s just me and the kids. I love it here.” Cynthia sighed but respected her choice. “If you say so,” she murmured. They chatted for a while, Ari’s tension easing as she shared small details about her life. Just then, Alexander walked in, carrying more groceries and vitamins. He

“I don’t know… maybe someone who hates them, just as you,” Alex said, folding his hands on his chest.Ari looked at him. Something about him wasn’t settling, but she decided not to talk about it.“Well, it serves them right, like I said earlier.”Then the babies moved.“Oh, Alex—”“What?” Alex asked hurriedly.“They just kicked.”“Oh, that’s good. They know daddy is here. My little champs.”“Do you want to know the genders yet?” Alex asked.“No, I want it to be a surprise to me, but I believe they are all girls.”“No way,” Alex cut in. “In my lineage, only boys are being reproduced.”“No way, that’s discrimination!”“I’m not discriminating, but I have a strong belief they are boys,” he said, staring at Ari’s belly.They both laughed.“Do you want to feel them?” Ari asked, her eyes fixed on Alex.“I would love to, if you permit me.”Ari smiled. “Sure.”Alex moved closer to her as he touched her belly for the first time.“Wow… they will be beautiful,” he said. “Just like their mother,”

⸻ The restroom door creaked shut. Ari remained frozen inside the stall, her heart pounding so loudly she feared Delaney might hear it echo through the walls. Evander is not the father. The words replayed in her mind like a broken record. She slowly flushed the toilet, forcing herself to breathe normally. Her hands trembled as she unlocked the stall door and stepped out. The restroom was empty now. “Calm down, Ari,” she whispered to herself. “Think.” Delaney had sent someone $10,000. “Who was that?” Ari asked herself. She walked toward the mirror. Her reflection looked pale. Confused. Hurt. “Why would she lie about something like that?” Ari murmured. “She ruined my life with her lies, she ruined my marriage with Evander”.“But for what reason”?. “Evander wasn’t the father…” she repeated again. She sobbed softly. “How could you, Delaney?” ⸻ OUTSIDE THE MALL A black SUV was parked across the street. Inside, a man adjusted his earpiece. “Yes, sir. She’s still inside t

AIRPORT — BOARDING GATE “Final call for Flight 247 to Milan.” Delaney adjusted her bag and stepped forward. Her phone buzzed. Unknown number. She frowned but answered. “You’re running from me, right?” the voice spoke. “I told you to go to hell.” Delaney hung up immediately. “Ma’am?” the flight attendant prompted gently. “Your documents.” The attendant flipped through them quickly. “Oh, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have stopped you. This document carries an important VIP stamp.” She stretched the passport back to her. “That way, ma’am. Enjoy your flight.” Delaney was confused, but she didn’t question it. She walked in the direction the lady had shown her, climbed the stairs softly, and settled into the VIP section reserved entirely for her. “Call me once you need anything, ma’am,” the attendant said, bowing slightly. Delaney smiled brightly. “Oh, this is—” she squealed softly, almost jumping for joy. “This is life!” “I don’t mind them making the contract long-term. I love th