The Billionaire's Private Arrangement のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

Damian’s POVThe phone rang before Damian even finished fastening the cuff of his shirt.It wasn’t really loud, but the buzz sounded urgent. A shrill vibration slicing through the quiet of the study. He glanced at the screen, ready to silence it if it was a work interruption.Then he froze.Vanessa, again?Her name boldly written across the display like a warning.He exhaled once, slowly. Not out of irritation, not panic, just weariness. A bone-deep exhaustion that had nothing to do with meetings or numbers.She had called just a few days ago. Screamed, cried. Claimed she was in labor.He had gone to check on her, and found her wincing in pain, even though his mind kind of doesn't believe her. But, she looked like she was truly in pain. Her manipulations were tightening, becoming erratic.He answered anyway.“Vanessa.”A sharp inhale crackled through the line, followed by a tremor, one crafted perfectly for effect.“Damian, oh God, Damian.”He sat down behind t

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,

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

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 had lost all sense of time.The contractions were no longer spaced apart, they came like rolling waves, sharp and deep, gripping her from the inside and twisting until she had to grab the rails of the hospital bed just to keep herself grounded. Sweat clung to her forehead, sliding down the sides of her face, dampening the back of her gown. Her breathing was uneven, fast and shallow, but she forced herself to stay focused.She didn’t care about the pain.She cared about the plan.Her child was not staying in this world. She wasn’t going to risk anything tying Damian back to her permanently, not when that child wasn’t even a guarantee of what she wanted. The only future she cared about was the one she was carving out for herself, carefully, precisely.And that meant everything happening exactly as agreed.Two junior nurses from the hospital were at her bedside, they were not part of the foster-care arrangement, just regular staff who had been s