THE BILLIONAIRE PLUS SIZE SURROGATE のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Damian stepped between his mother and the hallway leading to Chloe’s suite the second Mrs. King tried to move past him. “Stay away from her.”His mother arched a perfect brow, lips thinning. “This doesn’t concern you, darling. The girl and I need to settle things like adults.”Chloe appeared behind him anyway, one hand on her belly. “Say whatever you came to say. I’m right here.”Mrs. King didn’t miss a beat. She pulled an envelope from her bag and placed it on the island, sliding it forward. “Five million dollars. Cash. Offshore. Sign the termination papers or simply disappear after the birth. The babies go to proper care. You walk away rich and free from this mess.”Chloe stared at the envelope like it was poison. Her voice shook but stayed firm. “No. I’m not terminating anything, And I’m not disappearing. These are my children.”Damian’s blood roared in his ears. He snatched the envelope and tore it in half, then in half again, letting the pieces scatter across the marble. “Get out

Damian walked into the living room and found Chloe hunched over her phone on the couch, shoulders curled inward as tears dropped onto the screen. The leaked “ideal type” folder glowed in her hands, those cruel edited photos staring back.“Was I just the backup plan all along?” she asked, voice breaking on the last word. She didn’t look up.He crossed the room in quick strides, took the phone from her, and set it face down on the table. “No. That folder was old. Before you. Before any of this.” He pulled the physical copy he still kept locked in his desk drawer and brought it back. “Watch.”Damian grabbed the fireplace lighter from the mantel, flicked it on, and held the flame to the corner of the papers. They caught fast, curling black as he dropped the burning stack into the empty hearth. He watched until every page turned to ash.Then he picked up his phone, opened the secure files, and deleted every digital copy while she watched. “Gone. All of it. That was never about you.”Chloe

Damian stood on the penthouse balcony, phone pressed to his ear so hard the edges dug into his palm, the city lights blurring below him. The gala had ended an hour ago, but the poison from his mother’s conversation with Marcus still burned in his chest.“You’re done,” he said, voice low and final. “I heard every word on that terrace call. Plotting with Marcus to leak the contract, to take the twins from Chloe. I cut you off, Accounts frozen, Access revoked. Don’t call, Don’t show up, You’re no longer family.”His mother’s laugh crackled through the line, cold and unbothered. “Darling, you always were dramatic. Those children are Kings, They deserve better than some Brooklyn baker raising them. Vanessa understands the world you live in. Fix this before the board vote destroys everything your father built.”“I said you’re done.” Damian ended the call and blocked the number immediately. He gripped the railing, knuckles white, breathing hard through his nose. "She would burn everything

Chloe woke to her phone vibrating nonstop on the nightstand, the screen already lit up with alerts. She grabbed it, squinting against the morning light, and her stomach dropped. The leaked surrogacy contract excerpts dominated every headline and social feed. "Payoff Details Exposed", "King Marriage a Sham?", "Surrogate Bought and Paid For".She threw the covers back and stormed out of her suite, phone clutched in one hand, the other supporting her belly. Damian stood in the kitchen pouring coffee, already dressed in a crisp shirt, but his face told her he’d seen it too.“How much more of this can we take?” she demanded, slapping the phone down on the island. “Marcus leaks the original contract, the payoff clauses, the custody carve-outs, and now the whole world thinks I’m some bought incubator you married for optics. Every time we push back, they hit harder. I’m exhausted, Damian. The twins don’t need parents who are constantly dodging knives.”Damian set the coffee mug down hard eno

Chloe stared at the small plastic bag of prenatal vitamins on the coffee table, the security guard’s words still ringing in her ears. Someone had tampered with them again, The same medication that had been hurting Twin B. Her hand flew to her belly, pressing hard as if she could feel the damage already happening inside.“They’re still coming after the babies,” she whispered, voice cracking. Tears burned her eyes but she blinked them back fast, jaw clenched tight. “Even here. Even after we changed everything. How did they get to these?”Damian was already moving, grabbing her coat from the closet and his keys. “We’re not waiting. New clinic. My private secure one across town. No shared records, no regular staff. Now.”Chloe let him help her into the coat, her legs feeling heavy as they headed for the elevator with two guards flanking them. The car ride was silent except for the low hum of the engine. She kept one hand on her stomach the whole way, feeling for every kick, every flutter,