All Chapters of I AM BILLIONAIRE DAMON'S REPLACEMENT BRIDE : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Seven days passed.Seven days of living at Jessica's, sleeping in her spare room, pretending I was fine when I was falling apart. Seven days of Damon calling, texting, leaving voicemails I didn't listen to.Seven days of trying to figure out how to survive what came next.The morning sickness had started.It was terrible, bad enough that I had to be careful about what I ate and when. Jessica noticed but didn't say anything, just kept crackers by my bed and ginger tea in the kitchen.I'd been avoiding the doctor.Trying to avoid making it real by seeing medical professionals, hearing the heartbeat, all of it.But on day seven, Jessica finally put her foot down."You need to see a doctor," she said Saturday morning. "You collapsed once already. You need to make sure the baby's okay.""I'm fine...""You're not fine. You're stressed, you're barely eating, you're going through a divorce. That's not fine. That's high-risk pregnancy territory.""I don't have a regular OB yet...""So we'll f

I called Sophia's lawyer Monday morning, I didn't tell Sophia I was doing it, neither did I ask for permission. I just called. Amanda answered on the second ring. "Mr. Sterling. I wasn't expecting to hear from you." "I need to talk to you about the case against my wife." "I'm afraid I can't discuss that with you. You're not my client and there would be a conflict of interest..." "I'm not asking you to discuss it. I'm asking you to drop it." Silence. "Mr. Sterling, that's not my decision to make. My client has made it clear she wants to proceed..." "Your client is living in my home. Relying on my financial support. If I ask her to drop the case, she'll drop it." "That sounds like coercion..." "It's not coercion. It's me making a request of someone who's staying in my apartment. She can say no. But I'm asking." "Why are you asking?" "Because Eve is my wife. And I don't want her facing criminal charges over one mistake." "Your wife assaulted a pregnant woman..." "My wife sl

My phone buzzed again, and this time I didn’t need to look to know it was her. There was a certain timing to these things. A way the past crept back in right when everything else was already falling apart. Still, I reached for it. Unknown number. I opened the message. It’s Mom. We need to talk. I stared at it longer than I should have, like the words might rearrange themselves into something easier to deal with if I gave them enough time. Mom. Which made it worse. Because if it had been anyone else, I could have ignored it without thinking twice. I could have blocked the number, moved on, kept my focus exactly where it needed to be. But my mother had always had a way of getting under my skin without even trying. Of making everything feel heavier than it already was. I locked my phone and set it down beside me. No response. Not tonight. I had already asked my husband for a divorce. Already made it clear I wasn’t changing my mind. Already dealt with Sophia reminding me ex

The process server showed up at my office Tuesday morning at nine thirty. I was in a meeting with the acquisition team when my assistant knocked on the door. "Mr. Sterling, there's someone here to see you. Says it's urgent." "I'm in a meeting..." "He says it's legal. That you need to sign for something." I exchanged a look with Marcus across the table. "Give me five minutes," I said to the team. "We'll resume after." I walked out to the reception area where a man in his forties was standing with a manila envelope. "Damon Sterling?" "Yes." "You've been served." He handed me the envelope and a clipboard. "Sign here confirming receipt." I stared at the envelope. At my name typed across the front in bold letters. My hand didn't want to move. Didn't want to take it. Didn't want to make this real. "Sir, I need you to sign." I took the pen and scrawled my signature. The man nodded, tore off a copy, and left. I stood there holding the envelope, feeling the weight of it. K

The call from the property manager came Thursday afternoon. "Ms. Morgan, I have good news. Your application has been approved. You can move in as early as this weekend if you'd like." I sat down on Jessica's couch, phone pressed to my ear, trying to process. "This weekend?" "Yes. We just need first month, last month, and security deposit. Once that clears, the apartment is yours." "I'll transfer the money today." "Perfect. I'll email you the lease agreement. Sign it and return it by tomorrow, and we can schedule your move-in for Saturday morning." We hung up and I sat there staring at nothing. I had an apartment. My own space. A place that wasn't Jessica's spare room or the penthouse I'd shared with Damon. A place that was completely, entirely mine. Jessica came out of her bedroom. "Who was that?" "The property manager. I got the apartment." Her face lit up. "Eve, that's amazing!" "I can move in Saturday." "That's two days away. Do you have furniture? Boxes? Anything?"