All Chapters of The Billionaire's Virgin Surrogate: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Evelyn’s POVEvelyn stretched and stirred awake, her fingers brushing the spot on her belly that had grown rounder these past weeks. The baby’s movements were becoming stronger, more rhythmic, and she could see the child's little limbs moving. Sometimes, she’d wake in the middle of the night to the faint flutter and place her palm there, smiling into the darkness.Today was her first official ultrasound.Dr. Allen had called the day before to confirm the appointment, and though she’d smiled and nodded politely, the thought had kept her up half the night. It wasn’t fear exactly, more like a nervous excitement that twisted into her chest and refused to settle.When she rose, she moved through her morning routine slowly. The warm shower, the scent of lavender soap filling the air, the towel wrapped loosely around her afterward. She brushed her hair and tied it into a low ponytail, her everyday hairstyle, then stood before the mirror, running her fingers across the subtle

Vanessa’s POVMorning sunlight spilled through the penthouse windows, painting gold across the marble floor and the pale silk sheets wrapped around Vanessa’s legs. For anyone else it might have looked like serenity. To her, it was a cage wrapped in luxury.She shifted against the pillows, scrolling absently through her phone. Every headline was the same: glowing photos of her from the gala, whispers of Damian Blackwood’s devotion, endless commentary about her “grace under pressure.” She smiled faintly at one. Grace under pressure. If only they knew how many pills it took to keep her hands from shaking.It had been four days since she’d last seen him. Four long days of silence. The staff moved around her like shadows, polite, efficient, empty. She hated needing them, hated the bed rest the doctor had ordered, hated that the only person she wanted to see was the one who now avoided her.A knock cut through the stillness. “Miss Hart?” a maid’s voice called softly. “D

Evelyn’s POV The morning light reflected gently through the curtains, turning everything in the room to gold. The air smelled faintly of the lavender scented candle she had forgotten to blow out last night, the same one Damian had said reminded him of calm evenings by the sea. She stirred, half-awake, her hand resting over the curve of her stomach. The faint memory of yesterday’s ultrasound flickered in her mind, the rhythmic sound of the heartbeat echoing in the room, the grainy image on the screen, Dr. Allen’s soft assurance that everything looked “perfectly healthy.” It had been one of those rare moments that made her forget everything else. Yesterday had been peaceful, and she’d held on to it like sunlight in her palms. Now, she lay in that same bed, staring at the clock. 7:48 AM. The mansion was quiet again. Seems like everyone was busy with work already. Damian still hadn’t returned. She sighed softly, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear. He had called lat

Evelyn’s POVThe days that followed felt different, softer somehow.It wasn’t about grand gestures or promises, but the quiet rhythm of shared mornings, of two people learning how to exist in the same space again without walls between them.Evelyn began to notice it in small things, like how Damian stayed longer at breakfast, how he no longer left the mansion before dawn, how his phone stayed face-down during their conversations, and the way he had been sleeping in her run, with his arm around her baby bump all night.The mansion, once echoing with silence, now carried a subtle hum, the sound of life returning.Sometimes, she would wake up before him and just listen. His breathing, deep and steady beside her. The faint rustle when he turned. It was soothing to her in a way she hadn’t known she needed.One morning, she woke to find him already up, sitting by the window with a book open in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. The early sun rested on his fi

Evelyn’s POVThe morning sun was gentle and calm, and the breeze blew softly. The rays of the sun slipped through the half-drawn curtains, reflecting on the sheets where Damian’s body was supposed to be. For a long while, Evelyn didn’t move. She just lay there, listening to the quiet voices of the staff in the mansion, distant footsteps in the hallway, a door closing somewhere, the faint hum of the air conditioner.Then her hand brushed against something that wasn’t there when she had fallen asleep.It was a folded piece of paper resting neatly on the other side of the bed, where he had slept.Her fingers trembled slightly as she reached for it, the scent of his cologne faintly clinging to the paper. His handwriting was sharp, controlled,just like the man himself.“ Working from home today. In the study, meeting with Gregory and the board. Don’t skip breakfast.– D.”She stared at the small note for a long time, tracing the clean strokes of ink with her thumb.