All Chapters of The Billionaire's Virgin Surrogate: Chapter 41 - Chapter 46

Evelyn’s POVThe morning sun shone across the Blackwood estate in golden stripes, reflecting against the tall windows, but it felt harsh to Evelyn. Too sharp, too bright. She sat at the long breakfast table, staring at the spread the staff had laid out, steaming hot croissants, a silver pot of coffee, bowls of fresh fruit, and felt no hunger.Her stomach growled instead.The neatly folded newspaper lay directly in front of her, and though she’d tried to ignore it when the butler placed it down on the table quietly , the bold black headline drew her attention. “Vanessa Hart Flaunts Blackwood Heir?”Evelyn’s eyes lowered to the glossy photo beneath the headline. Vanessa, radiant in a fitted emerald dress, her hand placed dramatically against her stomach, lips painted a shade of red. She posed like royalty, as if the cameras were her court, her kingdom.A slow nausea worked its way through Evelyn’s body. She had told herself that Vanessa was lying, that all of it w

Evelyn’s POVThe mansion was somehow quiet.Evelyn sat on the edge of her bed, her hands twisted in the sheets, staring at her phone on the nightstand as if it might ring on its own. It didn’t. It sat there in perfect stillness, mocking her hesitation. She had told herself a dozen times she wouldn’t call, that she could handle this alone, but the pressure inside her chest was too much.The doctor’s words still echoed in her mind, Pregnant. The confirmation had been like a thunderclap. She was carrying Damian Blackwood’s child. The Blackwood heir.She should have been relieved. She should have been proud, even. The contract had found its success, and her debts were no longer the rope around her throat, and soon she'd be free. But pride wasn’t what filled her when she lay awake at night. It wasn’t relief that made her chest ache until it hurt to breathe.It was him.Damian.The way he had looked at her sometimes when he thought she wasn’t watching. The way his ha

Evelyn’s POVEvelyn sat at the edge of her bed, her knees drawn up, arms wrapped tight around herself. The late afternoon light entered through the tall windows, painting the room in gold, but it brought her no comfort.For hours, she had tried to distract herself — folding laundry that had already been done, rereading the same page of a book without seeing the words, even pacing the long corridor outside her room. But nothing worked. The stillness pressed in from every corner, suffocating her, as though the house itself was waiting for her to break.Her mind kept circling back to Carmen. To the way her friend’s voice had been both teasing and serious when she’d said: Of course you’re falling for him. You’re living in his house, carrying his child. Don’t lie to yourself.Evelyn pressed her face into her knees. She hadn’t wanted to admit it, not even to herself. But once the words were out, once Carmen had proved her feelings out loud, they had settled into her