All Chapters of The Billionaire's Virgin Surrogate: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Evelyn's POV It had been three weeks since Evelyn left the Blackwood mansion, three weeks since the iron gates closed behind her without ceremony. Three weeks since her life, as she knew it, cracked open and reshaped itself into something quieter, smaller, but painfully real.The apartment was nothing like the mansion, it didn’t have endless corridors or marble floors that sparkled because of how clean it is. It didn’t have staff moving silently in the background or rooms that felt too big for the emotions inside them. Carmen’s apartment, their new shared apartment was modest, cozy and comfortable. And somehow, it felt more like home than anything Evelyn had ever lived in before.She sat on the living room rug with her legs folded beneath her, Jayden stretched out in front of her on a soft play mat patterned with bright animals and shapes. Carmen lay on her stomach opposite them, chin resting on her palms, shaking a small sensory rattle gently in the air.Jayden’s eyes followed the m

Damian’s POVDamian sat at the defense table, his suit impeccable, posture controlled, expression unreadable. To anyone watching, he looked like the same man who dominated meetings and crushed opposition with calm precision.But inside him, something twisted. It had been weeks since everything unraveled.Weeks since Evelyn left the mansion with Jayden in her arms and Carmen beside her. Weeks since he wired the remainder of the surrogate fee and convinced himself that money could close wounds. Weeks since sleep had become shallow and restless, haunted by the same questions he refused to voice.Was he right?Or was he just afraid of being wrong?The courtroom buzzed softly as lawyers shuffled papers and clerks prepared documents. Damian barely noticed, his focus sharpened the moment the opposite side took their seats.And then he saw him.Reed.Reed Dawson stood at the plaintiff’s table, dark suit tailored but less rigid than Damian’s, his stance calm, eyes sharp w

Damian's POV The second hearing came faster than he expected. A week was not enough time for his mind to settle, not enough time for the anger to fully burn out, not enough time for doubt to stop circling. If anything, the days between the first sitting and this one had sharpened everything. The silence in the mansion had grown louder, the routine had become mechanical. He woke up, worked, returned home, and avoided entire wings of the house without consciously meaning to.Evelyn’s absence no longer felt like a decision, it felt like a scar, like a grave mistake.That morning, he dressed carefully, deliberately. He wore a navy blue suit, perfectly ironed shirt with no tie at first, then he added it anyway. He refused to walk into that courtroom looking like a man who had already lost something he couldn’t name.Reed had stopped showing up at the mansion, they only meet at the office, and he doesn't even speak much to him, unlike before the case. And Gregory? He acted like Damian was

Vanessa’s POVVanessa had always believed that fear was something you could manage if you dressed it well enough. If you sat straight, crossed your legs neatly, kept your face soft and pleasant, fear would stay where it belonged—hidden, contained and invisible to everyone else. She had lived her entire life on that principle, and it had carried her through rooms full of powerful men, through lies told convincingly enough to become truth, through moments that should have broken weaker women.So when she took her seat in the courtroom that morning, she wore the same calm she always did. Elegant dress, neutral makeup, hands folded lightly in her lap.No one would have guessed that her heart was beating far too fast.She hadn't expected the courtroom to feel this way, but Vanessa noticed it immediately, the way the air seemed thicker, the way people shifted in their seats with less patience, the way even the walls felt like they were listening. Something was about to

Vanessa's POV The tires screeched over the gravel as the car rolled through the Blackwood gates, the sound was sharp and unrelenting, far louder than Vanessa remembered it ever being. She sat rigid in the back seat, hands folded neatly in her lap, back stiff against the leather. The gates closed behind them with a heavy finality and the sound of the iron made her flinch despite herself.Vanessa noticed everything now. The way the fountain’s water splashed too loudly, the way the driver’s eyes met hers briefly in the rearview mirror before darting away, the way Damian sat quietly beside the driver.Her heart was pounding so hard she was certain everyone in the car could hear it, like a frantic rhythm beating against her ribs, against her throat. She swallowed, forcing her breathing to slow, but fear had already taken root, curling tight and cold around her insides.The car came to a stop. A guard opened the door, polite as always, but Vanessa barely registered h