The Billionaire Surrogate Twins

The Confession

Mia's mouth went dry. She couldn't lie. Not to him. Not when his eyes held that kind of rage.

"I don't know who he was," she said, the words tumbling out too fast. "He came through the door and I didn't have time to"

"Don't," Damien cut her off, his voice sharp as a blade. "Don't insult me by lying."

He moved closer, and Mia moved back. But he didn't touch her. Instead, he stared at the open panel in the wall, then back at her, his expression cycling through emotions she couldn't quite name.

"How long have you known about this?" he asked.

"Minutes. He just arrived. He said Kevin sent him."

Something in Damien's face. The fury didn't disappear, but it changed shape, became something more complicated. He ran a hand through his hair, pacing away from her toward the window.

"Kevin," he repeated quietly. "Your fifteen-year-old brother who's supposed to be sedated in a hospital bed."

"He's been faking it. The man said"

"I know what he said." Damien turned back to her, and there was something broken in his expression now. Something that looked like defeat. "I know because I've been helping him do it."

The words hung in the air between them.

Mia stared at him. "What?"

"Kevin called me three weeks ago," Damien said, his voice low and careful. "He told me what was happening. He said Victoria had mentioned the surrogacy contract to him during one of her visits, that she'd bragged about how she'd manipulated you into signing it. He realized what was going on and he contacted me."

"Why would he contact you?"

"Because he knew I didn't want this," Damien said. He moved to sit on the edge of the chair Leo had used, suddenly looking exhausted. "Because somewhere in his genius fifteen-year-old brain, he figured out that I'm not the villain in this story."

"You're the one who wanted the baby," Mia said, the accusation bitter on her tongue.

"I wanted a child, yes. But not like this. Not at the cost if I knew someone would be destroyed by it." He looked at her directly. "Victoria didn't tell you the full truth about our marriage, did she?"

"She said you wanted an heir. That she couldn't have children."

Damien laughed, but there was no humor in it. "She can have children. She had a miscarriage a year ago. She terminated a pregnancy because the screening showed a minor heart condition that would have required surgery after birth. She didn't want a sick child. She wanted perfection."

He stood and walked to the window, looking out into the darkness of the garden.

"When she recovered, she decided she wanted another child. But she also decided she didn't want to go through pregnancy again. The weight gain, the stretch marks, the loss of control over her body. So she invented this story about infertility and presented it to me as if it were fact. She told me we needed a surrogate. She told me it was the only way."

"Why didn't you just refuse?" Mia asked.

Damien turned to face her, and she saw the answer in his eyes before he spoke it. "Because I'm a coward. Because saying no to Victoria comes with consequences I wasn't willing to pay. Because I had convinced myself that if I just went along with it, it would all work out eventually."

He moved back toward her, and this time Mia didn't press away. He stopped a few feet from the bureau, maintaining distance.

"When Kevin contacted me, he told me about you. He described how you'd panic-signed a contract you didn't understand to save his life. He told me you were terrified and trapped. And he asked me to help him get you out."

"But the implantation," Mia said. "You let them do it. You could have stopped it."

"I tried," Damien said, and his voice cracked slightly. "I told Victoria I wanted to delay. I said the psychological evaluation showed you weren't ready. She overruled me. She told Dr. Reid to proceed regardless. And when I threatened to go to the authorities, she reminded me that I'd signed off on all of it. That legally, I was complicit. That if this fell apart, my name would be dragged through every court in the country."

Mia felt something twist in her chest. Sympathy, maybe. Or pity. Or both.

Jake my best friend, has been working with me to gather evidence against Victoria," Damien continued. "Real evidence. Financial records, communications, medical documents. Things that prove this entire surrogacy was fraudulent from the beginning. Things that would destroy her legally and financially."

"The man who came here tonight said there are records in Victoria's study. In a metal box."

"There are," Damien confirmed. "But they're not the only copies. Kevin hacked into Victoria's encrypted files weeks ago. He's been building a digital case against her while I've been gathering the physical documentation. We were waiting for the right moment to move."

"What changed?"

"The implantation," Damien said. "Once they put those embryos inside you, the timeline shifted. Victoria wasn't going to wait nine months. She was going to want to monitor you constantly, control everything about your life. She was going to make sure you couldn't run, couldn't escape. And if you tried to leave, she would have made good on her threats about your brother."

He moved to the small pile of items on the bed, the backpack, the burner phone, the locket. He picked up the locket, opened it, and looked at whatever was inside.

"Kevin is remarkable," he said quietly. "The way he thinks, the way he plans. He's going to do extraordinary things if he survives people like Victoria. He deserves that chance."

"So what happens now?" Mia asked.

"Now you get those records from Victoria's study," Damien said. "Leo was right about the dumbwaiter, the wine cellar tunnel. You go in during the dinner party tomorrow night when everyone is distracted. You get the box. You get out. And then you disappear."

"And you?"

Damien set down the locket and looked at her with something like resignation in his eyes. "I'm going to tell Victoria that I know everything. Kevin contacted me. That I've been working against her. I'm going to give her a choice: she can sign over guardianship of your brother and agree to dissolve this surrogacy contract, or I'm going to hand Kevin's digital files and the physical evidence to every prosecutor in the state."

"She'll destroy you," Mia said.

"Probably," Damien agreed. "But at least I'll have finally done something that matters."

He moved toward the door, then paused with his hand on the frame. "Get some rest. You'll need your strength for tomorrow night. And Mia? When this is over, when you're safe and your brother is safe, you should know that I'm sorry. Not because I have to be. Because I mean it."

He opened the door to leave, but before he could step into the hallway, a voice cut through the darkness.

It was Victoria. She was standing in the corridor, still in her dinner dress, her perfect hair and makeup flawless despite the late hour. Behind her stood two security guards.

And in her hand was a gun.

Her finger moved toward the trigger.