All Chapters of The Billionaire's Virgin Surrogate: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Evelyn's POV Evelyn took her seat beside Reed, her movements measured, her spine straight, hands folded carefully in her lap. Carmen sat several rows behind them, Jayden asleep and safe in her arms, far from the intensity of the front rows. Across the aisle, Damian was already seated. He looked different— not angry, not cold, just focused.That alone sent a faint ripple of unease through Evelyn’s chest. She had seen Damian angry before, she had seen him distant, controlled, even cruel in his silence. But this version — composed, deliberate, eyes sharp with intent — was something else entirely.Vanessa sat beside him, perfectly still.If anyone else had been watching, they might have thought she was calm, collected, and unbothered. Her posture was elegant, her expression carefully neutral, lips curved in a way that suggested quiet confidence rather than fear.But Evelyn had seen her mask fall off during the last sitting. She knew that stillness, it wasn’t peace,

Evelyn's POV The courthouse was behind them now, at least till the next sitting. The murmurs, the stares, the sharp scrape of polished shoes against marble floors, the way every breath inside that room felt measured and watched—it all faded the moment Carmen shut the door and leaned her full weight against it.“Jesus Christ,” Carmen muttered. “If I had to sit in that courtroom for one more second, I would’ve flipped a table.”Evelyn let out a breath she didn’t know she’d been holding. It came out shaky, uneven, like her lungs were relearning how to work. She carefully adjusted Jayden in her arms, pressing a kiss into his soft hair. He was asleep, completely unaware that his name had echoed through a courtroom again, that his existence had become the center of something ugly and loud and far too adult for a child who still smelled like milk and powder.“At least the outcome of the sitting was nice,” Carmen added, pushing off the door and toeing off her heels. “Be

Damian’s POVThe courtroom was unnervingly still, not because nothing was happening, but because everything was about to. The kind of stillness that crept under the skin, pressed against the ribs, and made breathing feel like an effort. Damian sat upright, his hands clasped together, knuckles pale, jaw tight enough to ache.Vanessa sat only a few seats away now, she was no longer just a witness, no longer merely an observer sitting pretty and composed. She was seated where defendants sat, posture stiff, eyes sharp with something feral beneath the fear. Her lawyer leaned in occasionally, whispering things Damian couldn’t hear, but it didn’t matter.He already knew whatever was about to come out would not be small.The judge adjusted her glasses, glanced down at the file before her, then looked up. “Miss. Hart,” she said evenly, “you are now being questioned as a party of interest and potential co-defendant in this case. You are required to answer truthfully.”Vanes

Damian’s POVThe drive back to the mansion was silent, not the comfortable kind. Not the familiar, practiced silence Damian had mastered over the years—the one that came from control and certainty. This silence was heavy, oppressive, filled with words that had already been said and truths that could never be taken back.The car moved smoothly along the road, tires rolling against the tarred floor, but Damian barely registered the passing streets. His hands were folded tightly in his lap, fingers clenched as though holding onto something invisible. His jaw ached from how long he had kept it locked.Beside him, Gregory sat quietly, his cane resting between his knees, his gaze fixed out the window. The old man had said nothing since they left the courthouse, but Damian could feel his presence like a steady weight—watching, thinking, waiting.Damian’s mind wasn’t in the car, it was still in the courtroom, still on Evelyn. The moment replayed in his head without mercy.T

Damian’s POVDamian didn’t remember driving himself in a long time, but he needed to do it himself that day.He had driven these streets a thousand times in his life—Manhattan roads, Jersey turnoffs, private estate routes—but this time, the world seemed muted, as though sound and color had been stripped down to the bare minimum needed for existence. The city passed him in fragments: traffic lights changing, pedestrians crossing, buildings blurring into one another, but none of it registered fully.All he could see was Evelyn’s face in the courtroom. It had been quiet, restrained, the kind that didn’t scream or collapse. The kind that hollowed someone out from the inside and left them standing anyway. When Vanessa’s confession had spilled out—when the truth about the twins had detonated in that courtroom—Damian had felt something inside him tear so violently he had almost doubled over.Twins.Evelyn had carried twins.And he had stood there, watching another woma