All Chapters of The Billionaire's Virgin Surrogate: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Vanessa’s POVThe buildings outside the tinted glass of Vanessa’s car moved fast and blurred by in streaks of neon and steel. Manhattan never stopped moving, and usually, she thrived on it — the flashing lights, the snapping of cameras, the heat of gazes that always found her wherever she went. But tonight, she wasn’t basking in attention. Tonight, she was curled against the corner of the leather seat, palms sweaty, clutching her Hermès bag as though her life were inside it.Because it was.Inside the bag, folded twice and hidden beneath her compact and lipstick, was the contract Damian Blackwood himself had signed. The infamous clause — the one she repeated in her head like a prayer, a mantra, a curse. Neither party shall engage in sexual relations with other individuals during the period of this agreement.That was her lifeline. That, and the little stick she had shoved deep into her bathroom trashcan three nights ago.The stick with two pink lines.For weeks, s

Evelyn’s POVHushed voices echoed through the walls and up to her room, but Evelyn’s ears couldn't pick up the words, all she could hear was the muffled voices. One voice belonged to Damian, it was low and firm. The other… feminine, smooth, triumphant.Evelyn was worried, but she couldn't go out, because doing so would only interrupt whatever chaos was going on in the mansion. She sat rigid on the edge of her bed, the book she was reading forgotten in her lap. Her fingers gripped the fabric of her nightgown as though she was bracing herself for a punch, but it didn’t stop the unease creeping up her spine. Then she heard it, that laughter—Vanessa’s laughter, she couldn't be mistaken, she had heard that laughter multiple times on the recorded videos of high class events. She closed the book with a snap and stood, pacing to the door. She pressed her ear to the wood, but she couldn’t make out any word, but she could tell enough. Vanessa was here, in this house. And

Evelyn’s POVThe days had begun to move so fast. Mornings in the Blackwood mansion came softly, with the rustle of leaves in the courtyard, and the muted hum of the staff moving quietly around the house. The sun shone brightly over the garden casting its rays across the building. Weeks had passed since Vanessa’s visit with the proof of her pregnancy, and since her visit to Dr Allen, but the memory still lingered like a shadow, even though life had moved on. Damian had gone back to his work routine, Gregory had resumed his chess games in the study, and Evelyn… Evelyn had learned to live between calm and uncertainty.She walked slowly along the terrace that morning, one hand resting absently over her stomach. The air was cool, scented faintly with rain and roses. The garden below shimmered in the sunlight, neatly trimmed hedges, the fountain gurgled softly. It was peaceful, almost enough to make her forget that the world outside the mansion walls still gossiped

Evelyn’s POVThe mansion was quiet, everybody's probably taking a nap or something. Sunlight entered through the tall windows, falling in gentle rays across the polished floor. Somewhere down the hall, one of the staff hummed faintly as she strolled through the hallway, but otherwise, the building was calm.Evelyn sat by the balcony with a throw blanket wrapped around her legs, a cup of warm tea cooling on the table beside her. Her book lay open in her lap, though she wasn’t reading. Her mind wandered back to the way Damian’s hand had felt against her belly when he first felt the baby kick, the quiet look in his eyes that had softened something deep inside her.That memory lingered longer than she wanted to admit.A familiar voice drifted through the doorway, pulling her back to reality.“Wow, you’re glowing more each time I see you. Are you sure you’re not hiding a secret spa in here?” Carmen said jokingly. Evelyn’s head lifted immediately, a smile breaking ac

Evelyn’s POVThe alarm buzzed faintly on the nightstand, its sound blending with the rustling of the trees in the garden across her window. Evelyn reached out, silenced it, and blinked up at the ceiling for a few seconds before sitting up.Her body felt heavier these days, not just because of the pregnancy, but the way her emotions seemed to be changing every now and then. Still, she pushed the covers away and swung her legs over the side of the bed, her feet touching the soft carpet.She reached for her robe, tying it loosely before walking into the bathroom. The marble tiles were cool under her feet. She brushed her teeth in slow, rhythmic strokes, with eyes focused on her reflection in the mirror.The night before played back in fragments, she remembered Damian stood at the door of her room, half-dressed in his tuxedo, adjusting his cufflinks as he told her about the Blackwood Annual Charity Gala.He’d said it in that calm tone he always used for business thin