All Chapters of The Billionaire's Virgin Surrogate: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Damian's POV The hallway outside Evelyn’s room was quieter than earlier, but the house still carried a low hum of activity. Maids moved with soft footsteps, carrying folded linens, warm towels, baby supplies, making sure everything was perfect for the newborn and the recovering mother. Damian had stationed himself outside Evelyn’s room for most of the evening, stepping in and out only when absolutely necessary.Everything that has happened in the past few days had shaken him more than he wanted to admit. The surgery, the waiting, the memory Evelyn had revealed—the whisper she heard under anesthesia.The mention of a “second sac.”, every part of it stayed lodged in his chest like an unwanted weight.He was a man who lived by certainty, facts, proof and logic. But nothing about this situation felt logical anymore.He stood with his hands in his pockets, staring at the nursery door across the hall—the beautifully prepared room Evelyn and the baby would use for the

Evelyn's POV The mansion was still quiet when the sky began to lighten behind the curtains. Soft lights from the lamps spilled into the hallways, brushing over the floors and tall windows. A few maids moved gently through the corridors, careful not to disturb the sleeping mothers, carrying warm water, folded blankets, and sterilized feeding bottles.Inside Evelyn’s room, the atmosphere was calm but heavy with an unspoken tension.Evelyn had barely slept. She had drifted in and out of light dozes, her mind restless from the strange, unsettling memories that had surfaced the night before. The image of Nurse Felicia’s shadowy form leaning over her, whispering those words, had replayed in her mind over and over. Every time she closed her eyes, she heard the same tone again. And the part about a second sac.What had she meant? What had been hidden?Evelyn blinked herself fully awake when the baby stirred beside her. His tiny hands flexed, his lips puckered in a si

Damian’s POV The ride back to the mansion was quiet, heavier than the ride into Jersey City. No one said much, not Evelyn, not Damian, not Gregory, not even Reed, and even the babies seemed unusually calm, lulled by the hum of the SUV’s engine.Evelyn sat in the middle seat beside Damian, her son tucked securely in her arms. She kept her eyes on him most of the trip, brushing a thumb along his cheek, adjusting his blanket every few minutes even though he didn’t need it. Her nerves were too restless to let her stay still.Damian kept glancing at her, subtle but constant. It was the kind of protective watchfulness he couldn’t hide anymore. Every few minutes, he would adjust the seat temperature so she wouldn’t get cold, or rest his hand lightly on her thigh to reassure her. She never told him she needed comfort, but he kept giving it anyway.Gregory sat in the front passenger seat, unusually silent. He wasn’t usually the quiet type, he always had something to say a

Evelyn’s POVThe moment her bedroom door closed, the silence settled around Evelyn like a heavy blanket—warm, but suffocating in the wrong places. The maids had already dropped her diaper bag, the small cloth bags, and the extra blanket Damian insisted she might need. They moved quietly, respectfully, and then one by one, they slipped out with soft goodnights, leaving only Damian, Gregory, Reed, and the baby inside the room with her.Damian placed Jayden gently into the crib beside her bed, adjusting the blanket with more care than she had ever seen in her life. He checked the temperature, smoothed the sheets, and made sure the little stuffed elephant Carmen had bought was resting near his tiny feet. Then he turned to Evelyn, brushing a hand down her arm as though reminding her he was there.“Call me if you need anything,” he said quietly.Gregory nodded once, still deep in thought as he leaned on his cane. Reed offered her a small reassuring smile, the kind that tri

Vanessa’s POVThe voice on the other end trembled, but enough for Vanessa to catch it. Men like this always had a certain flutter in their tone when they were standing too close to danger and too tempted by money. It was the sound of fear brushing shoulders with greed.Her lips curled slowly as she paced to the far corner of her bedroom, away from the bassinet where Jayson slept. She lowered her voice into a soft, velvety hum—one she used only when she wanted something.“This is Vanessa,” she replied, letting the syllables drip smoothly. “I assume you found my little note.”For a second, all she heard was the faint hum of the phone line, then the technician cleared his throat awkwardly.“Yes, I… I found it exactly where you left it.”He hesitated. “You wanted me to call?”“Obviously,” she murmured. “I don’t leave my number lying around for decoration.”He let out a nervous, breathy laugh. “Right. Well, I—I wasn’t sure if it was really meant for me.”“It was meant fo