All Chapters of I AM BILLIONAIRE DAMON'S REPLACEMENT BRIDE : Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

DAMON'S POV It had been three weeks since the hospital scare. Three weeks of me showing up exactly how I said I would...no grand speeches, no pressure, just consistent, quiet actions. I went to every single doctor’s appointment. I sat in the waiting room early, brought her the right snacks, asked questions but never took over. I kept going to therapy twice a week. I even told my mom, in no uncertain terms, that any negative comments about Eve were no longer welcome. Eve was still guarded. She had every reason to be. But something had shifted after that night in the hospital. She saw me stay calm when things got scary. She saw me put her and the baby first without making it about my guilt. Slowly, the walls she had built started to crack just a little. Then, four days ago, she called me. Not a text. An actual call. “I’ve been thinking,” she said, voice careful but not cold. “I want to move back to the penthouse. But not like before. We’re not jumping back into everything. I need

DAMON'S POV The penthouse had started to feel like home again, but not in the way it used to. It was quieter now, more careful. Eve had been back for a little over two weeks, sleeping in the guest room while I stayed in the master. We moved around each other like two people learning a new dance... polite, respectful, but always aware of the invisible lines we weren’t supposed to cross. I made breakfast every morning and left it on the table with a short note. She thanked me. Sometimes we ate together. Sometimes she took it back to her room. It wasn’t perfect, but it was something, it was progress. Tonight we were out on the balcony after dinner. The city stretched out below us, lights twinkling like scattered stars. Eve had her feet propped up on the ottoman, one hand resting on her very round thirty-three-week belly. She looked tired but peaceful, the soft glow from the outdoor lights catching the curve of her cheek. My chest tightened just looking at her. God, I loved her. It w

EVE'S POV I woke up slowly in the middle of the night, the kind of half-awake feeling where you’re not sure if you’re still dreaming or not. The guest room was dark and quiet, just the faint glow from the city lights outside the window cutting through the curtains. My hand went automatically to my belly like it always did these days. Thirty-seven weeks. The baby felt so low and heavy now, pressing down in a way that made every movement feel like work. I shifted a little in bed, trying to get comfortable, when the first real contraction hit. It wasn’t sharp at first. It started deep in my lower back, a slow, powerful tightening that spread around my middle like a wide belt pulling tighter and tighter. I sucked in a breath and pressed both hands against the firm, round curve of my belly. The baby moved inside me, kicking hard like it knew something was happening. I held my breath through the peak, then let it out slowly when the pressure finally started to ease. “Ow,” I whisper

EVE'S POV The hospital room felt calmer in the afternoon. The bright morning light had softened into a warmer glow coming through the window. I was sitting up in the bed now, propped against a few pillows, with our daughter sleeping peacefully on my chest. She was so small and warm, her tiny body rising and falling with each breath. Thirty-seven weeks and she was here, healthy, with a strong cry and a full head of dark hair that stuck up in every direction. I couldn’t stop looking at her. Every time she made a little sound or moved her hand, my heart did something funny in my chest. Damon was sitting in the chair right next to the bed. He hadn’t left the room much since she was born. His shirt was still wrinkled from sleeping in it, and he had dark circles under his eyes, but he looked calm. Focused. Like he was soaking in every second of this. He kept watching her with this soft, almost scared look on his face, like he couldn’t believe she was real. We hadn’t talked about her n

EVE'S POV The penthouse was quiet in the late afternoon. Lily Grace had just finished feeding and was sleeping in her bassinet next to the couch. I sat with my feet up, still sore from labor, watching her tiny chest rise and fall. 9 days old now. She was so small but so loud when she wanted to be. Right now she was peaceful, one little fist near her cheek. Damon was in the kitchen cleaning up from lunch. He had been like that since we got home... always doing something useful without making a big deal about it. He didn’t hover, but he was always close if I needed him. It was still strange having him here like this. Not fully back to how we used to be, but not strangers either. We were figuring it out day by day. My phone buzzed on the table. I picked it up and saw my mom’s name on the screen. My stomach tightened right away. “They’re here,” I said, loud enough for Damon to hear. “My parents, they just landed and want to come straight over.” Damon walked out of the kitchen, dryin