Billionaire's breeding vessel

Chapter 2: Breeding VesselIt's been two months since that cold, rainy night when I signed my soul away in Blackthorne Tower. Two months of learning how to breathe in this luxurious prison. I stood barefoot in the master bathroom, the marble cold beneath my feet, staring at the five pregnancy tests lined up on the counter. Every single one displayed two bold pink lines. Positive. Undeniably positive.A baby was coming I felt happy and sad at the same time.My fingers trembled as I pressed both palms gently against my still-flat stomach. A wave of nausea that had nothing to do with morning sickness rolled through me, quickly replaced by something warmer—something dangerously close to hope. For the first time since I had stood shaking in that white dress, signing the contract that sold my body for one year, real light flickered inside my chest.This child could change everything.Damien needed an heir. I had read that clause carefully, even though the words had blurred through my tear

Chapter 4A new dawnElara’s POVThe private jet Victor arranged touched down in a quiet city far from New York’s glittering cage. I didn’t care that the air smelled different or that the accent of the cab driver was unfamiliar. All that mattered was the warm weight of Jordan sleeping against my chest in the soft carrier, his tiny heartbeat steady and trusting. I had held him tighter, my lips pressed to his dark, downy hair, whispering the same vow like a prayer.“You are mine, Jordan. Not his. Never his.”The first month tested every limit I thought I had. With nearly two hundred and fifty thousand dollars—thanks to what I had siphoned during the marriage and the unexpected help from Victor—I rented a modest two-bedroom apartment in a leafy suburban neighborhood where families minded their business. It wasn’t luxury, but it was safe, warm, and ours. Sunlight filtered through cheap curtains onto hardwood floors that creaked softly underfoot. I furnished it with second-hand finds: a st