Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Billionaire's Virgin Surrogate: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Evelyn's POV Evelyn stood frozen long after Damian had gone, her fingers gripping the edge of the table as though the wood could steady her. Her lips tingled, hot and swollen, her heartbeat refusing to slow.The dining room was quiet except for the ticking clock on the wall, every second reminding her of what had just happened. She had been kissed before, but never like that, never with such consuming force, never with the sense of being claimed, possessed. And never by a man like him.Her breath shuddered out as she collapsed back into the chair, hands trembling on her lap.“This is insane,” she whispered to herself, though the walls of the Blackwood estate swallowed the words.She had hated him, weeks ago. She had told herself she hated him. His arrogance, his coldness, the way he reduced her to a contract. And then, God, then, he had kissed her and her body had betrayed her. Instead of pushing him away, she had leaned into him. She had clung to him. And she had

Evelyn’s POVEvelyn rolled over to the other side of the bed, her hand rubbing against the place where Damian had been hours ago. The linen still carried his heat, faint but fading, and the scent of him lingered, clean, sharp, expensive cologne with a hint of something darker beneath. She closed her eyes, breathing it in despite herself.Then the realization struck.He was gone. And she could remember the words he said last. She pushed herself up slowly, the covers slipping down her bare shoulders. The morning light entered through the curtains, catching dust motes in its glow. The room felt larger, emptier, and she hated the way her chest ached at the sight of it.Her body carried the evidence of last night, her muscles ached in an unfamiliar way, her lips still tender from his mouth, her skin marked faintly by the press of his hands. She wrapped the sheet around herself as though she could hide from her own reflection.What had she done?Her fingers trembled

Damian's POVEmails stacked endlessly on his phone's screen, contracts waited for his signature, and Reed had left a stack of files demanding his review. Work should have consumed him, it usually did. But today, like every day for the past week, his mind refused to stay in line.It drifted. Always back to her.Evelyn Carter.The name came unbidden, unsettling.He leaned back in his chair, tugging at his tie as though the fabric had grown too tight. He should have been focusing on expansion plans in Europe, or the shareholders breathing down his neck, or his father’s constant questions demanding updates. But Evelyn’s face kept intruding, her soft brown eyes flashing with defiance, the way she tucked her hair nervously behind her ear, the obvious strength in her posture even when she was wallowing in fear.Damian scowled and forced himself forward again, reading the words on the contract in front of him. But they blurred into nonsense.The problem wasn’t Evelyn’

Vanessa's POV The ballroom glittered with chandeliers and crystal glasses, a gathering of wealth and power dressed in gold. Vanessa stepped into it as though she owned the air. Every head turned, every gaze lingered along the line of her light purple gown that hugged her figure like a second skin. She knew how to make an entrance, and tonight, she needed every eye on her.The click of her heels echoed across the marble floor as she descended the wide staircase, her smile calculated to strike the perfect balance between approachable and untouchable. Murmurs followed her like a current, people whispering her name, noting her beauty, her boldness, and talking about the news. But that wasn’t enough. Not tonight.Tonight, she wasn’t here to be admired. She was here to reclaim her place. And she was going to do it here, publicly. Damian had avoided her calls, he had locked her out of his penthouse. He had buried himself in that godforsaken mansion with her.Vanessa’s gr

Evelyn’s POVThe Blackwood mansion was too quiet. Too still. The kind of silence that didn’t soothe but scraped against the nerves, leaving her raw and restless. Evelyn Carter moved through the wide corridors with her arms wrapped around herself, the echo of her footsteps making her feel more like a trespasser than a guest.It had been days since the headlines broke. Days since the tabloids splashed Vanessa’s face across glossy covers, declaring Damian Blackwood’s “pregnant lover” as if it were fact, as if Evelyn didn’t exist at all. She hadn’t dared leave the estate since then. She could only imagine what the city outside was saying, how the whispers would multiply if she stepped out in public.Inside, the whispers were quieter but sharper. The mansion staff had their opinions, Evelyn was sure of it. But if they spoke, they didn’t speak to her. Their polite distance only reinforced what she already knew, she was here for a reason, and it wasn’t to belong. She wa