All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE PLUS SIZE SURROGATE : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Chloe clutched the altered DNA report in both hands, the paper crinkling loudly under her grip as she sat higher against the hospital pillows. Her stomach dropped like a stone. “This says the twins aren’t even yours? Or there’s a possible mix-up? What the hell does that mean for us?” Damian leaned over her shoulder from the side of the bed, his body tense and warm against her arm as he reread the flagged lines. His jaw flexed hard enough that she heard the faint click of his teeth. “It means someone got to the samples again. This isn’t real science. It’s sabotage dressed up in lab letterhead.” She threw the papers onto the blanket covering her legs, the motion sharp and frustrated. One page slid to the floor. “How do we even fight this? Every time we get close to proof, it gets twisted. Was the whole surrogacy a lie from the beginning? Sarah, your mother, the clinic, did they set me up knowing there was some secret connection? Am I just the convenient Brooklyn girl they picked beca

Chloe spread the new documents across the hospital tray table, her hands trembling so badly the papers kept slipping from her fingers. Black-and-white photos, old bank statements, and typed affidavits stared back at her. Her mother—young, hopeful, smiling in a way Chloe barely remembered—stood beside a much younger version of Damian’s father at what looked like a company picnic. Another photo showed them leaving a hotel together. Payment records from twenty-eight years ago. Large sums wired to her mother’s account with notes like “confidential services” and “nondisclosure.”Her head spun. She pressed one hand to her forehead and the other to her belly, where the twins kicked restlessly. “Was I picked because of some old secret? My mom and your dad… an affair? Payoffs? And your mother knew all of it when she had Sarah call me?”Damian sat on the edge of the bed beside her, close enough that his knee pressed against her thigh. Guilt etched deep lines around his mouth and eyes. “It looks

Damian stood in the dimly lit hallway of the private medical wing, phone pressed to his ear so hard the edges bit into his palm. Chloe had finally fallen into an exhausted sleep back in her room, monitors beeping steadily through the cracked door. He had stepped out the second the latest bank records came through, the transfer from his mother to Chloe’s mother staring at him like fresh evidence of rot. “Mother,” he said the moment she picked up, voice low and razor-sharp. “I have the transfer records. The payment to Elena Bennett, The one you made years after my father’s affair with her. You knew everything. The secrets she carried, the pregnancy, all of it. And you still dragged her daughter into this surrogacy mess as some twisted game. Explain yourself. Now.” His mother’s laugh came through the line, cool and unbothered as always. “Darling, you always did have a flair for drama. That payment was cleanup. Your father made messes, I cleaned them. The girl’s mother knew too much.

Damian stood frozen in the brownstone’s living room, the latest DNA report from the court-ordered lab clutched in his hands. The pages shook slightly as he reread the summary for the third time. Possible embryo mix-up. Genetic markers inconsistent with the original procedure records. Probability of sample contamination listed at eighty-seven percent. The words blurred in front of his eyes, each line hitting harder than the last. Chloe sat on the couch across from him, legs tucked under her, one hand resting on her belly. She watched him with sharp, anxious eyes. “Damian. Talk to me. You’ve been staring at that report for five minutes without saying a word.” He folded the papers once, then again, buying himself another second. Part of him wanted to burn the damn thing and tell her everything was fine. That they would handle it like they handled everything else. The other part, the one that had promised no more secrets knew she deserved the truth immediately. He crossed the room slowl

The door to the waiting area burst open down the hall. Damian looked up to see his mother trying to slip past security, designer coat draped over her arm like she belonged there.“I’m family,” she insisted, voice carrying. “I have a right to be here for my grandchildren.”Damian stood instantly, releasing Chloe’s hand only long enough to stride into the hallway and block his mother’s path completely. His voice dropped to a dangerous low. “Get out. Now. You don’t get to play concerned grandmother after everything you’ve done. The poison, the cameras, the court games, the sabotage.... you’re the reason we’re here fighting early labor. Touch that door and I’ll have you arrested. You’re no family to us. Not anymore.”Security moved in on his signal. His mother’s eyes narrowed with cold fury, but she let them escort her away, tossing one last barb over her shoulder. “You’ll regret choosing her when the company falls.”Damian didn’t watch her leave. He turned and went straight back to Chloe