Lahat ng Kabanata ng I AM BILLIONAIRE DAMON'S REPLACEMENT BRIDE : Kabanata 151 - Kabanata 160

EVE'S POV I stood in front of the mirror that morning, pulling my loose maternity top down over my belly for the third time. It was getting harder to hide how much I was showing now. The baby bump was round and firm, like a little basketball I carried everywhere. Three days after that kitchen breakdown with Damon, we were finally heading to this doctor’s appointment together. My hands shook a little as I brushed my hair. Part of me was excited, the bigger part was scared shitless. Damon had been quiet since that memory hit him. Sophia’s face in the kitchen, the pregnancy announcement, the mug crashing everywhere. He kept looking at me like I was a puzzle he couldn’t solve. I hated it, but I also understood. The doctor had warned me...no dumping everything on him at once. Let the memories come naturally. So I stayed patient, even when it felt like I was walking on eggshells in my own house. “You ready?” Damon called from the living room. “Yeah, coming,” I answered, grabbing my b

MARCUS POV I sat in my car outside Damon’s building for a solid ten minutes after I left, just gripping the steering wheel tight, staring at nothing through the windshield. My hands were still shaking a little. I’d just dumped the entire truth on him in one big conversation. The doctor had been crystal clear...let the memories return on their own, naturally, but what choice did I really have? He was already getting those random flashes, piecing together ugly fragments that made him look like some heartless monster without any real context. At least now he had the full story, even if it was ripping him apart inside. My phone rang. Jessica. “I assume you heard,” I said, not even bothering with hello. “Eve just texted me, she says Damon’s shut up in his study and she can hear things breaking in there. What the hell did you tell him, Marcus?” “Everything. Sophia showing up again, the fake pregnancy, the stairs, the divorce. The whole damn thing.” “Marcus! The doctor specifically s

DAMON'S POV I woke up slow, like my brain was swimming through thick mud. The first thing that hit me was the smell that sharp hospital mix of antiseptic, old coffee, and plastic sheets. Machines beeped steady beside my head. My skull felt like it had its own heartbeat, pounding right behind my eyes. For a second I didn’t know where I was or why everything hurt so damn much. Then it all came rushing back in ugly little flashes: the bedroom floor, my hands gripping my head, Eve’s scared voice, the ambulance sirens screaming through the city. “Eve?” I rasped, my throat dry as sandpaper. I turned my head and there she was. She was slumped in the stiff chair next to the bed, still wearing the same clothes from last night. Her hair was messy, pulled back in a loose ponytail, and dark circles sat under her eyes. One hand rested on her round belly, the other loosely holding mine even while she dozed. My chest tightened. She looked completely wiped out, but she hadn’t left me, not for a

DAMON'S POV The apartment had started feeling too small after four full days at home. Eve and I had spent long hours talking through the painful pieces, but my head kept spinning with fragments that wouldn’t settle. The restlessness was getting to me. I needed fresh air. “I’m going for a short walk,” I told Eve that afternoon. She was resting on the couch, one hand gently on her belly. Eve looked up, concern clear in her eyes. “Damon… are you sure? Sophia came here just a few days ago. She walked in and sat right on that couch, feeding you her version of everything while you couldn’t remember properly. I don’t like the idea of you out there alone.” “I know what she did,” I said quietly. “I’ll be careful. Just around the block and maybe sit by the fountain for ten or fifteen minutes. Phone is on, and location shared. I promise I’ll turn back if anything feels off.” She watched me for a moment, then nodded slowly. “Okay. But text me when you’re on your way back. Please.” I kissed

DAMON'S POV The memories came without mercy, like a storm that had been building for weeks and finally broke open above my head. I had only stepped into the kitchen to get a glass of water, my mind lightly turning over what we might cook for dinner together, when the first sharp image slammed into me with such force that the glass slipped from my fingers and shattered across the tiles. I barely registered the sound. My knees gave way, and I slid down the cabinet until I was sitting on the cold floor, surrounded by glittering shards and spilled water, my hands pressed desperately against my temples as if I could somehow hold the flood back. But I couldn’t. It all rushed in at once...vivid, merciless, and soaked in shame so deep it felt like it might drown me. I saw myself in that hospital room, the sterile smell of antiseptic still clinging to the memory. I was there beside Sophia's bed, tears streaming down her face as she recounted how Eve had supposedly pushed her down the st