All Chapters of I AM BILLIONAIRE DAMON'S REPLACEMENT BRIDE : Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

EVE'S POV The first four weeks at home with Lily Grace felt like living in a fog. She woke up every two hours like clockwork, hungry and loud, and I was running on barely any sleep. My body still hurt from giving birth, my stitches pulled when I moved wrong, and some days I cried in the shower just because everything felt too much. But then Lily would look at me with those big dark eyes or make a small cooing sound, and suddenly the tiredness didn’t matter as much. Damon was still trying hard. He got up with me every night, even when he had work calls in the morning. He changed diapers without complaining, even the explosive ones that made him gag. He brought me water and snacks without being asked. He never pushed to sleep in the same room or act like we were back to normal. He respected the guest room boundary I had set. It was small things, but they added up. This morning Lily had finally fallen asleep after a long fussy night. I was on the couch with a cold cup of tea, star

EVE'S POV The penthouse was quiet in the early evening. Lily Grace had finally gone down for a longer nap after a fussy afternoon, and the soft sound of her breathing came through the baby monitor on the table. I sat on the couch with my legs tucked under me, staring at the city lights starting to flicker on outside the big windows. My body still felt heavy and tired from everything happening, but my mind was even heavier. Damon was in the kitchen, cleaning up after dinner like he did every night now. He didn’t make a show of it. He just did it quietly and consistently. The same way he had been doing everything lately...showing up without expecting anything back. He brought me tea without asking, he took Lily when she cried so I could rest, he listened when I needed to talk and stayed silent when I didn’t. I had been thinking about this moment for days. The anger that had been burning inside me for so long had slowly started to cool. It wasn’t gone completely, but it didn’t feel

EVE'S POV Lily Grace was seven weeks old, and I was starting to feel like I could breathe again. The constant exhaustion was still there, but it wasn’t swallowing me whole anymore. I could sit on the couch without falling asleep mid-sentence, and I could walk around the penthouse without feeling like my legs were going to give out. Breastfeeding was getting easier, and Lily was starting to have longer stretches where she was just content to lie on her play mat and kick her legs. This morning she was doing exactly that... lying on the floor, staring up at the ceiling fan with those big dark eyes, making soft little noises like she was talking to it. I sat cross-legged beside her, watching her tiny hands open and close. Damon was in the kitchen, the smell of coffee and toast drifting out. He had been up with her at 3 a.m. so I could sleep a little longer. He didn’t make a big deal about it, he just did it. He came out with two plates and sat on the floor with us. “She looks happy tod

EVE'S POV Lily had been stuck inside the penthouse long enough. She was getting bigger, more alert, always staring at the windows like she knew there was a whole world waiting. I felt the same. The walls were starting to feel too close. So when Damon suggested we take her to the park for the first time, I said yes before I could talk myself out of it. We got ready slowly, I dressed Lily in a soft onesie and a light jacket. Damon packed the diaper bag like it was a mission... wipes, extra clothes, bottles, everything. He kept checking on me, asking if I was sure I felt up to it. I told him I was, I needed this. We all did. After all, I'd gone out for a meeting. He helped me into the car, then strapped Lily into her seat in the back. Before he started driving, he reached over and squeezed my hand. “If it gets too much, we come straight back, no pressure.” I squeezed back. “I know, thank you.” The drive was short. When we got to the park, the sun was out, the grass was green, and pe

EVE'S POV I stood before the full-length mirror in the penthouse dressing room, adjusting the collar of my tailored emerald-green silk blouse. The fabric felt luxurious against my skin, a far cry from the soft loungewear that had dominated my days for the past year. Mrs. Sterling. The title echoed in my mind like a quiet anthem...equal parts shield and spotlight. It had been so long since I’d dressed for the world outside these walls. Pregnancy, Lily’s arrival, and the fragile rebuilding of our marriage had consumed everything. Now, at last, I was stepping back into my own ambitions as an independent project designer. My focus was sustainable community spaces...experiential designs that blended architecture, nature, and human connection. Modular hubs with flexible areas for families, eco-friendly materials, and adaptive layouts for underserved neighborhoods. It was personal, creative and entirely mine.I had pitched the concept to a curated group of private investors two weeks earl