All Chapters of The Billionaire's Virgin Surrogate: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Damian’s POVIt had been twenty-seven days since the samples were taken at the DNA facility in Jersey City. Twenty-seven long, dragging, silent days that felt like someone had stretched time until it thinned out and wrapped around his throat.The house had returned to its usual rhythm. Evelyn had settled into her routine with Jayden—feeding him, bathing him, learning his patterns, humming soft lullabies at odd hours of the day. She smiled more now, but there were moments when she paused, for too long, like something unsettled was lodged inside her. He noticed, he always noticed, even when she tried to hide it.Vanessa had returned to her usual dramatics, demanding attention from the maids, strutting around the mansion like she was already crowned the official mother in the Blackwood bloodline. Gregory stayed watchful but calmer, almost too calm, as if bracing himself for whatever truth was approaching.Life had gone on, meetings resumed,board members visited, inve

Damian’s POVThe door closed behind him with a soft click, but it echoed through his skull like a slammed gate shutting him inside his own mind. He didn’t look back, if he did, he wasn’t sure he would be able to keep walking.His footsteps sounded heavy along the corridor, slower than usual, lacking the crisp, sharp rhythm he was known for. His chest felt too tight, his throat burned. Something inside him twisted violently every time he replayed Evelyn’s face in his memory, the disbelief, the confusion, the heartbreak.But the words on the envelope burned hotter. Probability of Paternity: 0%.His mind kept returning to those digits like a man circling a wound he couldn’t stop pressing.He reached the railing of the upstairs hallway and gripped it hard. The metal was cold beneath his hands, grounding him. He inhaled, pulled in air, but it didn’t feel like enough, nothing felt like enough.He stared down at the foyer below, the chandelier lights reflecting across the

Evelyn’s POVEvelyn did not remember how long she stayed on the floor after Damian left. It was like time had stopped moving, it stretched, warped, dissolved into something shapeless and cruel, leaving her trapped inside moments that refused to pass. She sat beside Jayden’s crib with her back pressed against the wood, her knees drawn to her chest, her fingers digging into the fabric of her dress as if holding on tightly enough might stop everything from falling apart.The room felt too quiet, Jayden slept peacefully, unaware that his mother’s entire world had just been torn open. His tiny chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, his lips parted slightly, his face relaxed in the way only newborns could manage. Looking at him hurt more than looking away.Because she knew, she knew the truth in her bones, in her blood, in the memories of every single night Damian had held her, touched her, whispered to her. She had never been with another man, not before Damian, not

Evelyn’s POVEvelyn stood in the middle of the room for a long moment after the call had ended, staring into nothing and wondering what had gone wrong. The silence felt heavier now, no longer just quiet, but deliberate, final, as though the room already knew she was no longer meant to belong to it.Her hands were shaking.She looked around slowly, taking in the room she had lived in for months, the soft cream walls, the large bed, the neatly arranged furniture, the quiet luxury that once felt unreal and now felt hollow. Nothing had changed physically, and yet everything had. It was strange how quickly a place could stop feeling like shelter and start feeling like something borrowed, something she was never meant to keep.Jayden stirred softly in her arms, his tiny body warm against her chest, his face scrunching for a second before relaxing again. Evelyn pressed a kiss to his forehead instinctively, grounding herself in him, in the steady rhythm of his breathing.

Damian’s POVThe sound of the gates closing echoed faintly through the mansion, carried by the open windows and the cool morning air. Damian stood in his bedroom, jacket already discarded on the chair, sleeves rolled up, staring at nothing in particular. He hadn’t watched Evelyn leave, he hadn’t followed her down the stairs, he hadn’t stood by a window or lingered in the hallway.He told himself it was because he didn’t need to, but the truth was simpler and harder to admit. He didn’t trust himself to see her walk away and still keep his decision intact.The house felt different now, the mansion had always been quiet, but it now felt emptier in a way that pressed against his chest. The absence wasn’t loud, it didn’t announce itself, it just settled, lingered and stretched through the corridors and into rooms that had once been occupied by her presence, by the small sounds of a newborn, by a life that had quietly grown around him without him realizing how much spac