All Chapters of The Billionaire's Virgin Surrogate: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Vanessa’s POVFor a second, the room seemed to hold its breath.Vanessa exhaled slowly.Not from pain, not from relief.Just from the heightened focus that always followed the execution of a plan she had crafted down to the smallest detail.Her body reclined against the hospital bed, her hair stuck slightly to her temples, but her eyes were sharp, cold and aware of everything moving around her. The sterile scent of antiseptic hung heavy in the air, the bright surgical lights still angled above her from the delivery.Across the room, the two foster-care workers dressed in hospital scrubs were already moving with professional precision. One held the newborn, her newborn, cradled securely in a warm blanket. His small, new face was red and scrunched from crying, his mouth opening and closing in short, gasping wails that echoed faintly in the room.Felicia peeled off her gloves, her expression oddly blank. Not shaken anymore, not nervous, just resigned to her role.Sh

Vanessa’s POVThe room was dim when Vanessa opened her eyes, but the warmth in her chest was the first thing she registered, the soft flutters in her chest.She looked to her side and saw the bassinet with the baby.Her baby, her new baby.She lifted him into her arms, he slept with his tiny mouth parted, his cheek pressed into the curve of her collarbone. His skin was lighter than she expected, his eyelashes dark. He was perfect, too perfect.A slow smile formed across her lips.Everything had worked, everything.The dull ache low in her private part pulled her back to the moment, but it wasn’t enough to dim the glow inside her, nothing could touch the victory warming her veins.A soft knock sounded and Felicia slipped into the room.Her scrubs were slightly wrinkled, her hair tucked behind her ears, and her hands still smelled faintly of antiseptic, and she looked tired. But she was calm now, cold, composed, and triumphant in her own way.Just like Vanessa needed

Felicia's POV Felicia sat alone at the small workstation tucked behind the maternity wing, the glow of the hospital computer washing her face in pale blue light, her palms were damp and her hands trembled slightly. The cursor blinked in Evelyn Carter’s file like it was daring her.She was about to register one baby, just one baby for Evelyn Carter, she exhaled loudly through her mouth.Everything had already been done physically, one twin handed off to Vanessa, and the other placed in Evelyn's arms. But the digital trail had to match the lie.She clicked into the ultrasound history, and deleted every internal note referencing “possible second shadow.”, she copied the additional fetal heart tracing from the last check before the surgery, and pasted it in Vanessa's file, while deleting her actual entries. She also deleted the duplicate weight reading, making sure everything tallied with the plan. Her fingers trembled, but she kept going.Next, she opened the li

Evelyn's POV The drive from the hospital to the Blackwood mansion was quiet, soft and almost fragile. Evelyn rested against the SUV seat, still tired from the long hours of labor and the surgery that followed. Her body ached, but it was the good kind of ache, the kind that reminded her she had brought a life into the world.Damian sat in the seat in front of her, cradling the newborn boy carefully in his arms. He checked the baby’s breathing every few seconds, adjusting the blanket, brushing a thumb across the infant’s cheek. Gregory sat beside Evelyn, glancing at her often, trying to hide the protective tension in his posture.When they pulled up to the mansion, staff were already waiting at the entrance. Two maids hurried forward to take the bags, another reached for the baby’s things. Damian stepped out first, still holding the child with a kind of reverent caution. Gregory helped Evelyn down slowly, refusing to let her take a single unsafe step.Inside the

Evelyn's POV After the long labour, after the surgery, after the chaos of being wheeled out of the hospital and brought home with more attention than she had ever received in her life, the calm felt almost unreal. She sat propped against several pillows on the bed in her room, her hair brushed back by one of the maids, her skin still slightly pale from exhaustion, but her eyes warm as they remained fixed on the tiny baby sleeping in the bassinet beside her.He was perfect, she still couldn’t believe that something so small and beautiful had come from her. His breaths were soft and steady, his little fingers curled tightly against the edge of the blanket, his eyelashes resting peaceful and delicate on his cheeks. Every movement tugged at her heart in a way she wasn’t prepared for.Damian sat close by, leaning forward in the chair positioned beside the bed. His elbows rested on his knees, his hands clasped loosely, and his entire attention centered on the newbor