The Billionaire's Forbidden Surrogate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

The name from the shell company stayed with me all night.Kane worked on the secure tablet until the screen light was the only thing left in the room. David had gone back to sleep under protest. I sat on the edge of the chair and kept replaying my father’s last board meeting in my head. The man three seats down. The smile. The vote.Morning came gray and quiet. Kane’s phone buzzed once. He read the message and his face changed.“Robert Hale,” he said.I looked up. “The old CFO?”“He wants a meeting. Claims he has evidence that clears part of my role in the takeover and points to a third party who took money from both sides.”I stood. “I do not trust him.”“Neither do I.”“Then why meet?”“Because if the papers are real we need them. And because he already knows too much about the shell company.”We argued about the place for ten minutes. Kane wanted somewhere he controlled. I wanted somewhere public enough that no one could disappear us. We settled on an empty storage unit on the edge

The warning from Barbara stayed in my head long after she left.I tried to sleep that night and could not. My body felt heavier than it should. Every time I closed my eyes the room tilted. By morning the dizziness was worse. My hands shook when I tried to pour water. Elizabeth came for the usual check. She wrapped the cuff around my arm and watched the numbers climb. Her face changed.“You need the hospital,” she said. “Tonight. No arguments.”Kane stood in the doorway. He did not argue. He only nodded once and told David to stay at the estate under full guard. David started to protest. Kane cut him off with a look that left no room.The car ride started quiet. Gray light. Trees sliding past the windows. Then the words pushed out of me hard and fast.“You want to kill me for your advantage.”Kane glanced at me. “What?”“My blood pressure is high because of you. Because of every secret you kept. Because of your mother. Because of the contract I never fully understood. You put me in thi

The video of David being forced into the van stayed burned in my mind.Kane was already on the radio giving orders. Cars moved. Phones rang. Maps lit up on tablets.“You are staying here,” he said.“No.”“Jennifer. This is not a discussion.”“I am not sitting in a storage unit while my brother is in that van. I am coming.”Kane looked at me hard. “You just left the hospital.”“And David just got taken. I am coming.”He did not argue again. He only pointed to the second car. “You stay in the vehicle until I say otherwise. If anything goes wrong you do not get out. Do you understand?”“I understand.”We moved fast. City lights blurred past. Kane spoke to three different teams at once. Tracking the van’s last signal. Roadblocks. Traffic cameras. Every resource he had was already in motion.“They are heading toward the old rail yards,” one voice said over the radio.“Converge there,” Kane ordered. “No shots unless they fire first. I want David alive and unharmed.”I sat forward in the sea

The news about the dead security head and the missing files hit the estate like a second lockdown.Kane left for the clinic within minutes. I stayed with David and the three guards. The house felt too quiet after he was gone. David sat on the edge of the sofa and kept looking at the doors. The guards did not speak. They only watched the windows and the hallway.By the time Kane returned the sky was already light.“They have the files,” he said. He dropped a tablet on the table. “The rival firm. They are already using them.”I picked up the tablet. A public statement filled the screen. Clear. Cold. It claimed the child I carried belonged to a different bloodline entirely. It named no father connected to the Kane line. It called the original contract a fraud.My hands went cold. “They are saying the baby is not yours.”“Yes.”“In public.”“Yes.”David stood behind me. “Can they do that?”Kane’s voice stayed flat. “They just did. My legal team is already on it. But the damage is moving f

The lights in that hall were too bright. They made every face look sharp and tired at the same time. Barbara’s paper sat in the middle of the table like it owned the room. No one touched it. I stood a little behind Kane and watched the way her fingers kept curling and uncurling against the wood.Kane did not grab the paper. He opened his jacket, pulled out a thin folder and a small black recorder, and set them down with quiet care. His hands were steady. Mine were not.“That agreement is a forgery,” he said. His voice stayed even, almost soft. “I have the original draft. Different words. Different dates. And I have this.”He pressed play.Barbara’s own voice filled the hall. Clear. Cold. She talked about making a backup claim in case the surrogate became a problem. She talked about fixing signatures and shifting dates so everything looked clean. She spoke like the baby was already a piece of property that belonged to the firm.The recording stopped. The silence after it felt heavier t