Semua Bab The Billionaire's Virgin Surrogate: Bab 81 - Bab 90

Vanessa’s POVVanessa lay back against the pile of white pillows, her hair flowing down one shoulder in soft, deliberate curls. She spent most of the morning in bed, letting the silence fill the room after she had eaten breakfast. Her lips still curved faintly whenever she thought of what had happened a few days ago, the fear in Nurse Felicia’s voice, the hesitation, and the way it dissolved the moment she wired the money. Money has always been the greatest silencer.She slept afterward, more peacefully than she had in weeks, her mind spinning with numbers and dates that finally made sense. Evelyn Carter’s due date, the seventeenth of next month.It was perfect.When she woke, the clock on the wall read half past two. A faint sound came from outside the door, the maid stepped in, quietly setting down her lunch tray on the side table. Vanessa’s stomach turned at the smell. Her appetite had been unpredictable lately, swinging between cravings and nausea, but she f

Vanessa's POV The steam from her bath curled through the air, faintly scented with chamomile and some cloves. Vanessa rested her head against the porcelain edge, one hand gliding slowly across the swell of her belly. The water was warm, almost too warm, the kind that made her skin flush and her muscles melt. She had read somewhere that it helped the body “prepare,” though she long stopped caring whether the methods she tried were safe or not. Everything she did now was precise, intentional, and measured for effect. Thirty-five weeks. That was what Dr. Allen had called “the waiting season.” She preferred to think of it as the planning season. Her days had become a routine of quiet rituals, from the long walks around the penthouse terrace, the carefully measured herbal teas, the baths, the stretches that made her midsection tighten for a moment before softening again. None of it was enough yet, not completely. But it would be soon. Vanessa didn’t rush things, the timing needed

Vanessa’s POV Outside, the city moved like a living thing, with sirens wailing in the distance, wind brushing against the glass. But in here, nothing moved except the slow rhythm of her breathing. Vanessa stood by the wide floor-to-ceiling window, staring out at the Manhattan skyline. She liked the distance, the separation. It gave her control. Her hand slid absently down her abdomen, tracing the little curve that had grown heavier and bigger these past weeks. Thirty-six weeks. A few more to go until the world changed again. Until her plan settled exactly the way she wanted it to. The doctor’s words from her last visit echoed in her mind, that was a long time before he left the country. Healthy progress, steady heartbeat, strong mother. He had said it with that reassuring smile doctors gave every patient, never suspecting the kind of thoughts that lived behind hers. The mid-day warmth hung in the air. The maids had just cleared the lunch tray and disappeared down the hall, le

Vanessa’s POVOutside, the rain had softened to a drizzle, threading down the tall glass windows in thin lines. The city beyond looked blurry and calm, with golden lights shining in the mist. But Vanessa wasn’t looking at the view.She had been pacing her bedroom for almost half an hour, her silk robe hanging loosely off one shoulder, her hair falling over her face like a curtain. She wasn’t tired, not physically, but mentally, she was spiraling.It had been two days since she called Nurse Felicia about Evelyn’s due date. Two long, empty days of waiting.Now, she needed to know and control again.She grabbed her phone, scrolling through the call log. She had deleted Felicia’s number again after their last conversation, but she remembered the digits. She always remembered what mattered.Her thumb hovered for a second, then she dialed.The line rang once, twice, three times. Then—“Hello?” Felicia’s voice came, cautious and a little shaky.“Felicia,” Vanessa said,

Evelyn's POV The curtains swayed with the faintest hint of wind, letting a slow wash of sunlight spill across the room. Evelyn turned on her side, blinking against the glow. The sheets beside her were empty, cold, smooth, untouched since last night.For a few moments, she simply lay there, half hoping Damian would walk in from the shower or from the balcony, like he sometimes did. But the silence lingered, stretching longer. She rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling, tracing invisible patterns on her belly. The position was extremely uncomfortable though.He hadn’t stayed long after Vanessa’s call. The moment her name appeared on the screen, his face had tightened, not guilt, not panic, just concern. He told Evelyn softly that he needed to check on her, that Vanessa didn’t sound well. Evelyn had only nodded. She watched him take his coat, kiss her forehead in passing, and leave without saying when he’d be back.Now, the weight of that quiet departure sat