All Chapters of Secret Baby Of the Ruthless Billionaire: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

(Lisa's POV)There's a strange, almost cruel irony about waiting rooms. How a place can be so simultaneously silent and deafening. The quiet wasn't peaceful-it was oppressive. Every tick of the clock on the beige-painted wall sounded like a gavel banging against my heart, announcing another second where I didn't know what was happening to my little boy.Eddie.The love of my life, my reason for breathing, was in surgery, his tiny body under anesthesia, doctors moving carefully, purposefully, somewhere behind those heavy double doors I couldn't cross. I was stuck here, clutching a coffee I hadn't drunk and wouldn't, my fingers curled so tightly around the paper cup it was starting to collapse.I don't even remember what time we got here. The hours had bled together like the smudged watercolor paintings Eddie used to bring home from school, insisting they were dinosaurs or rocket ships. I would always squint, tilt my head and say, "Ah, of course, a T. rex at a space station!" and his fa

Lisa's pov The hospital mornings all started the same. A too-early knock on the door, the rhythmic chirp of monitors, and the heavy, lingering scent of antiseptic clinging to the air. It should've felt unbearable by now, but somewhere along the way, it became routine.I woke up in the same stiff-backed chair, curled under the same scratchy hospital-issued blanket. My neck ached. My legs were half-asleep. But when I turned and saw Eddie's steady breathing and the blush of color slowly returning to his cheeks, none of it mattered.He was here.Another day.I reached out and ran my fingers through his hair - still messy and sticking up at odd angles from the surgery. I loved every bit of him, from his stubborn cowlick to the little scar under his chin from the time he'd tried to climb the backyard fence. That had felt like the worst thing in the world back then. Funny how perspective works.A soft knock came at the door and Bryan stepped in, a paper coffee cup in each hand. He wore the

Lisa's pov The nurse's voice was cheerful, too cheerful for seven in the morning."Good news - Eddie's being discharged today!"I blinked up at her, disoriented, half-asleep with my head resting awkwardly against the side of Eddie's bed. The room still smelled like antiseptic and something vaguely metallic. I'd stopped noticing it after the first week, but this morning it hit me again, sharp and cold. Discharged.My heart stuttered."Today?" I croaked, my voice ragged from sleep and, well - crying into hospital pillows when no one was looking.She smiled, the kind of smile that made you feel like maybe things were turning a corner. "Doctor signed the paperwork. He's clear to go home. Vitals have been steady. His white blood cell count's looking good. Still needs to come in for follow-ups, of course, but he doesn't need to be here anymore."I turned to Eddie, still sleeping beside me. His face was a little fuller, the sallow undertones finally giving way to pink. His eyelashes rested

Bryan's POVI stood in the center of my living room, staring at the towering floor-to-ceiling windows that framed the sprawling view of the bay below. The water shimmered in the late afternoon light, a calm canvas that looked nothing like the storm currently tearing through my head.This house had always been mine. A fortress. Polished, pristine, impersonal. Every inch of it designed to keep people out, and my own thoughts contained. Now, it felt too big, too cold, too wrong.Because tomorrow, Lisa and Eddie would be moving in.I raked a hand through my hair and paced across the marble floors. The sound of my footsteps echoed around the vast room, too loud in the thick silence. It had been years since anyone else's presence had lingered here. Years since I'd even considered the idea of family. And yet here I was, a man who once vowed never to be tethered, ordering a goddamn custom race car bed for a kid I hadn't known existed until weeks ago.And I wasn't handling it well.The contrac

Lisa's POVIf someone had told me a year ago that I'd be living in a billionaire's mansion with my eight-year-old son, I would've laughed so hard I'd have snorted coffee through my nose. Possibly twice. But here I was, standing in the middle of what could only be described as a five-star resort disguised as a house, clutching Eddie's hand like we were about to be abducted by aliens."This is... big," I muttered, blinking up at a chandelier so grand it probably had its own zip code.Eddie tugged on my hand. "Is that a spaceship, Mommy?""No, baby. That's a chandelier. Rich people like to hang sparkly things from the ceiling for no reason.""Can we get one?""Sure. Right after I win the lottery and adopt a dolphin."Bryan-who apparently didn't believe in normal houses with normal-sized rooms-strolled toward us, hands in his pockets, looking as casually smug as a man could while standing in a house that could host the entire cast of The Avengers."Welcome home," he said.Home. The word b