MasukFelicia's POV The moment the theatre doors sealed shut behind her, Felicia felt the air shift.Damian’s voice still echoed in her ears, that single word he had given her when she was updating him about Vanessa's labour.“Alright.”Not “Thank you.”Not “Please take care of her.”Not “Let me know the moment she’s stable.”Just that one clipped syllable, emotionless and flat.If Felicia had been a different woman, softer, more naïve, she might have taken offense.But she wasn’t anymore, money and fear had carved that softness out of her long ago.So that cold reply told her something important:Damian Blackwood was completely focused on one woman, the one lying unconscious inside the theatre, not the one pretending to be carrying his child down the hall.And for the plan she’d agreed to, that was perfect.Felicia inhaled, letting the sterile air fill her lungs, then exhaled slowly as she turned away from the door. She smoothed her scrubs, tugged her gloves on and w
Damian's POV Damian had never known silence could feel so loud.He stood outside the double doors of the surgical theatre, hands clenched at his sides, heart hammering in a way he couldn’t control. The hallway was bright, too bright, the overhead lights buzzing quietly. Nurses moved past him, pushing carts, giving orders, adjusting equipment, but all he could hear was the rush of blood in his ears.Evelyn was inside that room, and he couldn’t be there with her.He hated that.Hated that he was forced to wait outside like a helpless man while she breathed through pain, while she trusted strangers to bring their child into the world safely.Their child.The thought hit him again, heavy and strangely fragile. He pressed a hand to the back of his neck, dragging in a slow breath.Everything had happened so fast.One moment she’d been trying to breathe through contractions in the delivery suite, clutching his hand, whispering his name with fear in her voice, and the ne
Vanessa's POV Vanessa wasn’t prepared for how much this kind of pain could strip a person down, she never imagined that the pain could be this much.Real contractions, medically induced contractions, were nothing like the harmless tightening she’d been faking over the phone, or the false contractions she had from taking the teas. These ones clawed through her abdomen in deep, rolling waves that made her grip the bed rails as though the room might tilt away and drop her.She hated the hospital, she hated the lights, she hated the sterile cold that clung to her skin, she hated that this is her only chance to make Damian consider her.But she hated something else even more, she hated the fact that Damian wasn’t here with her.Not truly, not the way she wanted.He had stopped by earlier, asked briefly if she was alright, told her Felicia had informed him she was being monitored. He was polite, calm, respectful, and almost impersonal.And then he left.Left her alone t
Evelyn's POV Evelyn had never known pressure like this.The contractions were no longer spaced or gentle, they rolled through her lower body like waves that refused to let her breathe between them. Her hands were trembling where they clutched the edge of the hospital bed, knuckles pale, sweat gathering at her temples. The lights overhead felt too bright and too dull at the same time, and her stomach kept tightening into the sharp points of pain that pulled her deeper into labor.Damian stayed right beside her.He didn’t sit, he didn’t look away. He stood with both hands braced on the bed railings, his eyes locked onto hers every time the pain struck. Whenever she gasped, he leaned closer. Whenever her breath hitched, he whispered, “I’m here. Just breathe. I’m right here.”His voice was steady, his face was calm, but she saw the fear beneath it.She felt it too.Another contraction hit, harder, deeper, and she folded into it, groaning softly as she tried to breat
Vanessa's POV Vanessa hated hospitals.She hated the smell, the lighting, the sterile quiet that made every heartbeat sound like drums in her chest. But today she forced herself to tolerate it, today mattered a lot. Today had to look perfect.She lay on the adjustable bed, one hand resting dramatically on her swollen belly, her breaths shallow and shaky. The moment she heard footsteps in the hallway, she squeezed her eyes shut and curled slightly to one side,pretending to be in pain and trembling. The door swung open.Damian stepped inside.He looked the same as always, composed, sharp, and controlled but she saw the stress around his eyes, the hint of fatigue in the way he exhaled when he saw her. His suit jacket was off, the sleeves of his shirt rolled to his forearms, impatience and urgency simmering beneath the surface.“Vanessa,” he said, coming to the side of the bed, “How are you feeling now?”She forced out a soft groan, clutching her stomach. “It… it kee
Evelyn’s POVEvelyn woke with a sharp pain in her abdomen, the kind that made her catch her breath before she even understood what was happening. At first she thought it was just another false alarm. The Braxton Hicks had been going on for days, tightening her belly every now and then, enough to make her pause but never enough to worry Damian.But this one felt different, deeper and more painful. Like something inside her body was shifting into place.She lay still for a moment, listening to her own breathing, waiting to see if it faded.It didn’t.By the time another wave rolled through her stomach, slower and sharper, she sat up, one hand braced on the mattress. She glanced at the clock on the bedside table. 6:27 a.m. The mansion was quiet. Damian had stepped out earlier for a quick conference call with Tokyo and promised he would be back up as soon as it ended. Gregory was still asleep in the opposite wing.She exhaled slowly and rubbed her belly. “Hey, not yet,







