Semua Bab The Billionaire's Virgin Surrogate: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Gregory's POV The Blackwood estate was quiet except for the continuous tick of the grandfather clock in Gregory Blackwood’s study. Massive plush curtains blocked the morning light, casting the room in muted shadows. It was exactly the way Gregory liked it—controlled, deliberate, timeless.He sat behind his massive mahogany desk, a glass of aged brandy in hand though the sun had barely risen. The low glow from the fireplace danced against the deep lines of his face. To the world, Gregory was a retired billionaire, the mastermind who had built Blackwood Enterprises from nothing but grit and cruel decisions. To Damian, however, he was still the cold, harsh father who believed emotions were a disease.The door opened without a knock. Damian stepped in, tall and confident, his broad shoulders cutting a sharp figure against the dim light. His tailored suit clung to his muscular frame, and his icy gray eyes were hard as steel. He hadn’t come for pleasantries.“You asked

Evelyn's POV The sounds of dishes and the hum of voices filled the small Midtown diner, but to Evelyn Carter, the sounds faded into the background noise. She stood behind the counter in her faded uniform, forcing a polite smile as she filled a customer's coffee cup. Her hands aches from hours of nonstop work, her feet screamed inside cheap sneakers, and the clock above the kitchen door seemed seemed deliberately slow, mocking her with every slow tick. It had been like this for weeks. Double shifts, no rest, no break. Work was the only way to keep the collectors at bay, even if it meant she barely had to rest. “Evelyn, table five is complaining again”, Carmen called out from across the room, he'd dark curls bouncing as she moved between tables with her usual sass. “Something about the soup being too salty. Or maybe they're just salty”. Evelyn let out a weary laugh, grateful for her friend's humor. “I'll handle it”. Carmen grinned. “Of course you will. You

Vanessa's POV Vanessa had never liked waiting. Waiting meant giving another person the advantage, and she'd spent her whole life taking advantages before anyone else could. In her world, hesitation was weakness, and weakness gets you buried. And lately, Damian had been ignoring her, making her wait. At first, she had brushed it off. He was busy, he always was. Running the Blackwood Enterprises, fighting his father's decisions, catching flights round the world to sign billion-dollar deals. But Vanessa knew Damian better than he had ever imagined she did. His attitude had changed, his silence had changed, his touches, once possessive and addictive had turned cold and uninterested. Vanessa could feel it, she could taste it. The distance. The indifference. The possibility that he was already slipping out of her grip. She wasn't about to let that happen. Not to her. Not after everything she had done to get this high. Tonight would be different. Tonight, she wa

Gregory’s POVThe city gleamed beneath the early afternoon sun, a jungle of glass and steel that reflected power back to those who already had it. Gregory Blackwood sat rigidly in the backseat of his town car, his cane resting across his knees, his gloved hands folded neatly on top of it. His driver maneuvered smoothly into the circular driveway of New Horizons Family Agency, a discreet but reputable establishment known for handling delicate matters for the elite.To most, it was just another sleek glass-front building tucked between law offices and boutique clinics on Manhattan’s Upper East Side. But for Gregory, today, it was the key to securing his dynasty.The car slowed to a stop. Gregory stepped out, the polished tip of his cane striking the pavement with a sharp tap. Heads turned automatically — not because anyone knew him personally, but because Gregory carried himself like someone the world was meant to obey. His tailored charcoal suit clung perfectly to

Damian’s POVThe glass walls of Blackwood Enterprises’ top floor reflected the Manhattan sky in sharp, endless angles. From his office, Damian could see the whole city, the arteries of traffic pulsing, the towers clawing at the blue sky, but none of it settled the restless storm in his chest.He had spent the morning buried in contracts, snapping at assistants, dismissing calls. Yet through it all, one image clung stubbornly to his mind: the photograph tucked inside the envelope his father had given him days ago.A young woman. Hair pulled back. Eyes wide, uncertain, almost startled, as though she hadn’t realized the photo was being taken.Evelyn Carter.The name was scrawled neatly across the top of her file. He didn’t know why Gregory had wanted him to see it. Didn’t know why his father’s investigators had trailed her, snapping pictures of her leaving a diner, carrying groceries, walking alone with her back hunched as if the weight of the world pressed her down.