All Chapters of Owned by the Cold Ceo: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Damian’s POVThe door clicked softly behind Clark and Kate, leaving us in silence. For the first time since Lena gave birth, the hospital room actually felt quiet, there were no nurses bustling around, no family talking, no footsteps in the hallway. Just her, me and the steady sound of our son breathing.Lena sank back into the pillows, her eyes following the closed door. "It feels so quiet all of a sudden.""Good," I said, adjusting the baby in my arms. "You need quiet, you need to rest."She looked at me with this faint smile. "Rest, that's all you keep telling me.""Because you don't listen," I said flatly.She laughed softly, though her hand went instinctively to her belly. "I just had a baby, Damian of course I don't listen. My job now is to worry."I frowned. "You don't have to, that's my job."Before she could argue, I carefully put our son in the bassinet and reached for the tray the nurses had left. "Eat something."Her eyebrows went up. "Again?""Yes." I brought the tray ove

Damian’s POVI suddenly started feeling exhausted, I hadn’t left her side in the hospital, hadn’t even thought about it, I needed to freshen up.I looked at her. “I’ll be upstairs for a few minutes,” I said quietly.Her eyes met mine. “Go. I’ll be fine.”I nodded, reluctant to pull away but forcing myself to. I pressed a brief kiss against her forehead, then turned and climbed the stairs.---Steam rose in the bathroom as I stood under the shower, letting the hot water pound against my shoulders. The exhaustion of sleepless nights, the tension of nearly losing them, the chaos of the paparazzi, it all began to ease, melting away under the steady flow.When I finally stepped out, I felt human again. The mirror reflected a face still shadowed with fatigue, but steadier and calmer. My hair fell damp across my forehead as I dressed quickly in a dark t-shirt and trouser.As I buttoned my trouser, my phone lit up on the counter, buzzing endlessly. Calls, messages, emails, notifications piled

Damian's POVDylan's tiny eyes fluttered shut as he finished the last of his bottle. His lips went still, releasing it with a soft sigh and I felt his little body get heavier in my arms. His small hand, which had been gripping my shirt with surprising strength, loosened until it just rested against my chest.I stared at him, taking in every delicate feature, his soft eyelashes, his perfect little nose, the faint curve of his lips. Carefully, i carried him back to the crib. Lena was right beside me, her eyes shining as she watched. Slowly, I lowered Dylan into the crib and adjusted the blanket around him. He shifted once, making a small sound, then settled again.For a moment, neither of us moved. We just stood there side by side, looking down at the tiny life we'd created together.Lena slipped her hand into mine. Her grip was soft but firm and when I looked at her, she was smiling faintly, her eyes bright with something beyond words."He's perfect," she whispered.I squeezed her han

Damian’s POVThe Sound of Her BreakingThe sound of muffled sobs hit me before I even walked in.I stopped at the doorway, my hand gripping the doorknob tighter. My chest clenched at that broken sound of her voice.I pushed the door open slowly.Lena was on the floor next to the bed, arms wrapped around herself, her shoulders shaking violently. The TV was blaring way too loud, words spilling from some news anchor's mouth like poison."…Adrian Huntley claims the child born three days ago belongs to him…"My eyes snapped to the screen.I didn't need to hear the rest.Anger coiled hot and fast in my chest. Adrian, that bastard. I wanted to rip the TV right off the wall.But then I looked back at her, my wife, trembling, falling apart, her face streaked with tears.I crossed the room, grabbed the remote from the nightstand and turned off the TV.I knelt down in front of her, gripping her arms gently but firmly. "Lena."She didn't look at me. Her head hung low, tears dripping onto her lap.

Damian POV The video cut to chaos, reporters shouting questions, Adrian raising his hand like some kind of martyr as cameras swarmed him.I lowered the phone slowly, my hand clenched so tight around it my knuckles went white.For a long moment, I couldn't move. My chest rose and fell sharply, my vision narrowing.That man, that worthless, manipulative coward. He was putting on a show for the world, pretending he cared about Lena, about Dylan, when all he wanted was to drag them into his sick game.The thought of Dylan being talked about like that of Lena's name being dragged through public mud again, it made something inside me burn deeper than rage.I leaned against the wall, running my hand through my hair.I remembered when I first found out about Adrian, the marriage and the divorce. I had told myself then, coldly and logically that I'd run a DNA test when the baby was born. I had to know, I told myself that I had to be sure.But time had changed that.The more I lived with Lena,