The Billionaire's Private Arrangement
“What did she inform you of?”
Vanessa’s lawyer leaned in, whispering urgently, but Vanessa shook her head once. Her shoulders squared, eyes darkening, something reckless igniting there.
“She told me,” Vanessa said, her voice steady now, almost defiant, “that Evelyn Carter was carrying twins.”
The courtroom erupted, gasps, voices, chairs scraping back.
Damian’s mind blanked.
Twins?
The word echoed, wrong, impossible, crashing through every memory he had of appointments, ultrasounds, reports. He felt as though the floor had shifted beneath him.