บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire's Virgin Surrogate: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Evelyn’s POVThe ride back from the hospital was a blur.Evelyn sat in the back seat of the car with Damian, her fingers pressed protectively to her stomach. Pregnant. The word still rang in her chest like a bell she couldn’t un-hear. She was carrying his child. His heir.She should have felt stronger, reassured, maybe even secure in her place here. Instead, she felt small and unsteady, like a pawn being moved across a chessboard she didn’t understand.Damian sat across from her, eyes fixed out the tinted window. The silence between them was heavier than anything she had ever felt. She had seen something flicker across his face in Dr. Allen’s office, pride? relief?, but it had vanished the moment it appeared.Now his mask was back in place, and Evelyn didn’t know what he was thinking.Her hand tightened over her stomach. Even if he doesn’t care, I do.The mansion felt cavernous when they returned. Evelyn climbed the staircase slowly, the weight of exhaustion pre

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

Evelyn's POV The mansion was always too quiet at night. The type of quietness Evelyn has gotten used to in the mansion. Evelyn lay in her bed staring at the ornate ceiling, her body tired and her mind restless. Sleep refused to come.She stepped out of bed, wrapped her robe around herself, and walked down the dim hallway. Her bare feet thudded against the thick carpet, the silence broken only by the faint creak of the old staircase as she walked down. The library was her companion, she strolled in, and felt a little bit at ease. The smell of the old books soothed her in a surprising way. “It's probably the pregnancy hormones", she said. “You couldn’t sleep either?”The voice startled her. She turned round, her hand flying to her chest. Damian stood in the doorway, tall and imposing in his dark shirt and slacks. His jacket was gone, the first few buttons undone, his hair slightly mussed. Not the polished CEO she usually saw during the day, but still every bit as