The CEO'S Secret Twins のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 15

The heavy oak door of the study clicked shut as David retreated into the hallway, leaving Julian alone in the silence.Julian stood frozen beside his desk, his hands resting flat against the dark wood to steady his posture. The white paper sat between his palms, the red seal of the high court glowing like an open wound under the soft desk lamp.A third birth certificate.His mind raced, piecing together the timeline. Five years ago, when Aria fled across the Atlantic, she was carrying his children. But the London clinic's archived file—unsealed by the emergency judicial petition—listed a third record. A baby boy. Born forty-eight hours after Leo and Maya. Marked with a black official stamp: Deceased at Birth.Julian dropped into his heavy leather chair, burying his face in his hands. A sharp, burning ache tightened in his throat. While he had been sitting in his air-conditioned boardrooms five years ago, drowning in self-pity and corporate deals, Aria had been alone in a foreign hospi

The auditorium busted into instant, deafening chaos. Sounds of camera shutters were overwhelming; white flashbulbs that were almost blinding were shone on the stage. Reporters surged over the velvet ropes, their voices overlapping into a noise of frantic questions.Aria didn't hear a single word they were shouting.Her gaze was locked onto the thirty-foot LED screen above her head. The video loop played in agonizing recognition —from the white hospital room to her pale, unconscious young self to marcus that she trusted with her whole life. Her trusted confidant. The man who had helped her fake her death, who had held her hand through five years of hiding, taking an envelope from Chloe Bennett."Make sure she thinks the third baby died at birth," Chloe’s recorded voice looped through the speakers once more before the audio violently cut to static.Aria felt as if the oxygen in the room had seized. Her chest tightened, her knees began to buckle on the verge of giving out.Julian reacted

The line disconnected with a sharp, hollow tone that echoed through the damp boathouse. Rain pounded against the tin roof, and water dripped from the broken window pane above, splashing onto the floorboards near Julian’s boots.Aria pulled Ethan closer to her chest, her arms wrapped around the small boy. She stared at the phone in Julian’s hand, her skin pale under the dim light."Who was that, Julian?" Aria asked, her voice quiet, tight, and steady. "Who is Marcus’s father?"Julian slowly lowered the phone, his face rigid as a carved stone. "Lord Thomas Kingsley. He runs Kingsley & Partners in London. He’s the senior chairman of the international banking board."Aria looked down at Ethan, who was resting his head against her shoulder, his small fingers holding onto the collar of her coat. "The same firm that represented my foundation’s European registration?""Yes," Julian said, stepping over the shattered glass on the floor. He dropped to one knee beside her, his dark eyes locked on