บททั้งหมดของ Ditched by the Billionaire: I'm Carrying His Heir: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

"Clara, right?"Congratulations! They're twins. Both gestational sacs look great, heartbeats are strong. You're at about six weeks."Two tiny dots rested safely on the monitor, looking like tiny beans. I stared at the screen, my head buzzing as every last shred of doubt vanished.The floating text kept flashing with absolute excitement as users debated the upcoming plot, completely clueless that I was reading every single word.[Told you she was having twins! These two are pure gold! They’re stepping straight into the Brock family’s trillion-dollar empire!][Old Lady Brock has been desperate for a grandkid until her hair turned white! If she knew about these two, she’d lose her mind with joy! Aborting right now would be the biggest mistake of her life!]A laugh escaped my lips. I traced my flat stomach, my mind completely made up.Abort? Not a chance.These were my two little cash cows.I thought three years as a body double for $50 million was a steal. Turns out I just hit th

Vivienne’s face turned deathly pale."What is that supposed to mean?"Julian frowned, staring at me in confusion.I zipped up my handbag and turned toward the main entrance."Nothing much. Just suddenly remembered that kidney donation takes a real toll on your body. Take care of your health, Mr. Brock."I paused at the doorway and flashed him a tight smile."After all... once certain things are gone, they're gone for good."Without waiting for his response, I stepped out of the mansion.I stood on the gravel driveway, drawing in a long, deep breath.The spring breeze carried a slight chill, heavy with the overly sweet scent of white roses from the garden.It was sickeningly sweet.Just like the three-year illusion Julian built for me, a dream made entirely of Vivienne’s shadow.Now, the dream was over.I pulled out my phone and shot a quick message to Marcus.[Any updates?]His reply popped up instantly.[Got a lead on Dr. Meyers financial records.]I locked my phone a

[Holy crap, holy crap! Where did Clara get that evidence?! In the original plot, she never knew about the surgery sabotage!][The storyline is completely broken! Gone!][Why is this so satisfying though?! Mrs. Brock's face turned completely ghost-white!][Wait, how did she figure it out? The timeline is all wrong! She's only six weeks pregnant, and in the book, she died without ever finding out Julian was sterile!]I watched the text drift past, lifted my cup, and took a quick, calm sip.I was settled into a guest suite at the Brock Estate.The room was classically designed with polished mahogany furniture, an embroidered silk screen, and subtle antique porcelain on display.Arthur had the staff bring over clothes and toiletries. His tone was polite, yet distinctly distant."If you need anything at all, Ms. Reed, just ring the bell."He bowed slightly and quietly closed the door.I sat by the window seat, watching the sunlight play over the courtyard pool.The evening sun co

Julian’s face was drained of all color the second those words left my mouth.His grip on Vivienne’s hand tightened so hard his knuckles turned stark white. Wild rage, sheer panic, and a creeping dread he couldn't hide surged across his eyes.Leaning against his side, Vivienne went pale too.Julian’s chest heaved as he spat back, his voice trembling with fury."Clara, what the hell are you talking about! How dare you slander me like this? Just because I refuse to acknowledge your kids, you invent a sick lie to destroy me?"I folded my arms, completely unbothered by his outburst. Across my vision, the floating text went wild.[The plot is an absolute trainwreck now, but honestly? It tastes great!][Who knew a broken storyline could be this interesting?]I watched him completely unravel, a light smile playing on my lips."Whether I'm lying or not, go check for yourself. The main medical center has the top specialists. “A full panel only takes half a day. Are you telling me

Vivienne's face went bright white. She shook her head frantically."I didn't mean that... Clara, please don't misunderstand. Whether it's a misunderstanding or not, science will tell."I turned to Victoria Brock, my voice completely relaxed."Mrs. Brock, since Ms. Cross has doubts about the bloodline, why not order a DNA test right now? Let's settle it officially and shut everyone up for good."A flicker of approval danced in Victoria’s eyes. She nodded instantly."Done. Arthur, contact the lab immediately. Have them bring the rapid testing kit."Vivienne lost it. Her knees gave out, and she stumbled backward, her face as pale as a bedsheet."No need, Mrs. Brock! I trust Clara! I was just thinking out loud...""Thinking out loud?"I raised an eyebrow, stepping closer."Ms. Cross, the Brock family bloodline is a serious matter. How could anyone just 'think out loud' like that? “We are doing this test today so you can finally rest your mind and stop spreading baseless rumors.