All Chapters of Secret Baby Of the Ruthless Billionaire: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

LISA'S POV The hospital room is too quiet.It’s a different kind of quiet than my cottage at night, when the fire crackles and the wind nudges against the windows. This is sterile quiet. Heavy. The kind that makes every monitor beep sound ten times louder and turns the rustle of paper into a thunderclap.I sit propped up against a mountain of stiff white pillows, the hospital gown clinging awkwardly to my skin. I swear, they make these things one size: awful. My hair’s a sweaty, tangled mess, and my legs feel like heavy, useless stumps beneath the thin blanket.Claire was with me when we checked in, but the nurses finally shooed her out to fill out paperwork and, according to them, “get some air before she passed out from adrenaline.” She left reluctantly, promising she’d be back in exactly five minutes. It’s been fifteen.I’m alone now.And that’s when it hits me.Not the pain, not yet — though my body aches in ways I didn’t know it could — but the weight of what’s about to happen.

LISA'S POV The room is silent now.Not the kind of silence that feels empty or lonely, but the soft, sacred kind. The kind that wraps around you like a warm blanket and makes the world outside feel far away. It’s just me, the steady hum of the monitor, and the soft, rhythmic breathing of the tiny person sleeping on my chest.Eddie.I can’t stop saying his name in my head. Eddie. Eddie. Eddie.The nurses cleared out a little while ago. Claire, after much convincing and a promise to call her the second I needed anything, finally left to get coffee and maybe change the t-shirt she swore she wouldn’t leave in. She tried to stay — she always tries to stay — but I needed this. I needed a moment alone. Just me and him.And now that it’s here… I don’t even know how to describe it.I glance down at him, still curled against me, his tiny face scrunched in sleep. He’s so small. So impossibly small. His head fits perfectly in the crook of my neck, and his fingers, when they twitch in his sleep,

BRYAN'S POVI hadn’t slept.Not properly, anyway. Not in days. Maybe weeks. Time had blurred into this thick, suffocating fog where everything felt like it was happening underwater. Meetings I didn’t remember attending, phone calls I didn’t remember making. The hotel penthouse felt emptier than it ever had, and that was saying something.I sat at the edge of the couch, another glass of scotch in my hand, staring at my phone like it might bite me.No calls. No texts.I knew she was due soon — or maybe she already had the baby. I didn’t know.Because I was a coward.Because I’d let pride and fear drive a wedge so deep between us I wasn’t sure how to crawl my way back. I’d told myself it was for the best. For her. For the baby. That she was better off without me messing things up more than I already had.But that didn’t stop me from checking my phone every five minutes.Claire hadn’t said a word. Radio silence. And I knew if I reached out to her, she’d probably tell me to screw off in a

Lisa's POV.The moment Lia's car disappeared from view, I turned to Bryan, the words tumbling out from my mouth in a rush. "Bryan, she's completely unstable. Eddie just told us about it. He said she's constantly shouting and crying on the phone, and when she's done, she starts breaking things. Plates, her phone... he said it was scary. Bryan I don't like this situation at all, it's like we are completely helpless while Lia does everything on her own like what can we do?"Bryan's face was grim, his eyes blazing with a cold, protective fury. "I heard everything perfectly. She's unraveling and possibly losing. And besides, the officer saw her reaction just now and she was obviously not pleased with her This is it, Lisa. This is our chance to take advantage.""We have to inform Mr. Davis about this." I told Bryan who nodded in agreement.We went inside, the quiet of the house now heavy with the echoes of Eddie's revelations. My heart hammered with a desperate hope, quickly followed by a c

Lisa's pov:The small house in Redwood Bay is nothing like the mansion I once thought I'd live in. It's modest, simple, but it's ours. The walls are painted in soft shades of blue and white, a reflection of the tranquility I've carved out here. There's an easiness to this life, a rhythm that feels natural, even though it's been anything but.Mornings begin early. Eddie, still just a boy at seven, is always the first one up. His small feet patter across the hardwood floors, and I hear the faint creak of the kitchen chair as he pulls it out to eat breakfast. By the time I stumble out of bed, he's already halfway through his bowl of cereal, eyes glued to the morning cartoons on the kitchen TV."Morning, Mom!" he chirps, a smile as wide as the sunrise. I can't help but smile back."Morning, baby," I murmur, though I'm still not quite awake. But his enthusiasm is contagious, and before I know it, I'm sitting beside him, sipping coffee, feeling the warmth of the moment.He's grown up so fas