บททั้งหมดของ I AM BILLIONAIRE DAMON'S REPLACEMENT BRIDE : บทที่ 201 - บทที่ 210

EVE'S POV I was feeding Lily in the nursery when my phone started exploding again. I almost ignored it... after the last tabloid mess and Alex’s confession, I’d been trying to stay off my screen more. But the notifications kept coming. Texts from my new PR contact, missed calls from Damon, and then the headlines popping up everywhere. Damon Sterling’s Wife Eve Caught in Secret Meetings with Investor Alex Rivera Amid Marriage Strain There were photos...blurry shots from the park, ones that made it look like Alex and I were standing too close, plus new ones from our business meetings that someone had clearly leaked. The article went hard: claims of “intimate lunches,” “late-night calls,” and hints that I was using the project as cover while Damon was “distracted with old flames.” Sophia’s name wasn’t on it, but I knew her handiwork. This was bigger than the last fake story. A full smear campaign, and it was everywhere. My hands shook as I set Lily down in her crib. She fussed a lit

EVE'S POV I couldn’t shake the image of that hooded figure standing across from the penthouse. Even with the new cameras and security upgrades Damon had installed, it stuck with me like a bad dream. Alex’s text the next day... that casual “hope you’re doing okay”... pushed me over the edge. I needed to end this,not through Damon, not through more security. Me...face to face. I texted him that morning: We need to talk, in person. Today. He replied almost instantly: Of course, my office at 2? Damon wasn’t happy when I told him over lunch. He was feeding Lily her puree while I picked at a salad. “You sure about going alone?” he asked, wiping her chin. “Yeah,this started with me. I’ll finish it, I need him to hear it directly.” He studied me for a long moment, then nodded. “Text me when you’re done, and if he says anything off…” “I know.” Alex’s office was in a sleek building downtown, all glass and modern art. His assistant showed me right in. He stood up from behind his desk wi

EVE'S POV The penthouse felt like a pressure cooker. Days after Sophia’s note at the door and my panic attack, we were all walking on eggshells. The new security system beeped softly every time someone entered the private elevator. Damon checked the feeds like it was his new full-time job. I tried to focus on Lily and the project, but every notification on my phone made my stomach drop. Lily was napping in her nursery when the doorman buzzed. “Catherine Sterling is here. She says it’s important.” Damon’s jaw tightened instantly. He’d been distant with his mom since the last blow-up, but this felt different. “Send her up.” I touched his arm. “You don’t have to do this alone.” “I know,” he said, but his voice was already hard. Catherine stepped off the elevator looking polished as always, but there were shadows under her eyes. She carried a small gift bag and a nervous smile. “Darling. Eve. I know things have been strained, but I had to come.” Damon didn’t hug her. “What is it t

EVE'S POV Lily’s cry cut through the penthouse like a knife. It wasn’t her usual fussy sound, this was sharp, desperate, followed by a retching cough that made my blood run cold. I was out of bed before my eyes fully opened, Damon right behind me. She was burning up in her crib, tiny body trembling, face flushed red. When I picked her up she felt like fire against my chest. “Damon, she’s really hot. This isn’t normal reflux.” He didn’t hesitate. “Hospital. Now.” The next twenty minutes were chaos. We wrapped her in a light blanket, grabbed the diaper bag, and took the private elevator down while Damon called ahead to the pediatric ER. The new security detail drove us, lights flashing on the SUV as we sped through the early morning streets. Lily whimpered weakly in my arms the whole way, her breathing shallow and fast. I kept whispering to her, tears streaming down my face. “Hang on, baby girl. Mommy and Daddy are right here.” The ER was a blur of bright lights and quick hands. Th

EVE'S POV I couldn’t breathe easy anymore. Not after Lily’s hospital stay, not after Alex’s twisted “gifts” showed up there, not after Damon’s ruthless takedown of the company sabotage. The walls were closing in, and I was done waiting for the next strike. I needed proof. Something concrete we could use to bury him legally and finally get him out of our lives. When Alex texted me that morning asking for one last meeting to discuss the future of the project offer, I saw the opening. I agreed. Neutral ground ... the same lounge where we’d had our early talks. I told Damon I was meeting a potential new contact for the pilot. He didn’t like it, but he trusted me. I slipped a small recorder into my bag, tested it twice, and left the penthouse with my stomach in knots. The lounge was quiet when I arrived. Alex was already there, sitting at our usual corner table. He stood when he saw me, that same intense smile spreading across his face. Today it looked predatory. “Eve, you look tired.