บททั้งหมดของ I AM BILLIONAIRE DAMON'S REPLACEMENT BRIDE : บทที่ 231 - บทที่ 240

EVE'S POV My phone vibrated in my hand as I stood on the terrace, the city stretching out below like a glittering, indifferent sea. The evening breeze carried the faint scent of rain that hadn’t quite arrived yet, cool against my skin. I almost ignored the unknown number. Unknown numbers had become nothing but threats or spam since Lily’s kidnapping. But something... a cold instinct twisting low in my gut... made me answer. “Hello?” A pause. Then his voice, slightly distorted but unmistakable, smooth and possessive, sliding through the line like oil. “Eve.” Alex. My blood turned to ice. I gripped the railing tighter, knuckles going white, heart slamming against my ribs so hard I could feel it in my throat. “How did you get this number?” A soft, obsessive laugh came through, the kind that used to make my skin crawl even before I knew what he was capable of. “I have my ways. Even in here. Prison walls can’t keep me from you, my love. I needed to hear your voice. I’ve been thinki

EVE'S POV The new lockdown turned the penthouse into a tomb of waiting. Every door sealed with biometric locks that clicked shut with a heavy finality. Every window reinforced with thick glass that made the world outside feel like a distant painting. Guards rotated in silent shifts, their presence a constant reminder that Sophia had been spotted again... standing on the street below, staring up at our windows like she owned them. The city outside felt farther away than ever, reduced to a glittering backdrop on the monitors that flickered in the corner of every room. Lily, eleven months old, fussed in my arms as I rocked her in the nursery. She was sensitive to the heavy tension in the air, her little hands clutching my shirt as she whimpered softly. I held her close, breathing in her sweet baby scent, my other hand resting on my stomach where the twins were growing. The joy of the pregnancy was still raw and fragile, tangled with terror that refused to let go. Every flutter inside

EVE'S POV The courthouse hallway stretched long and cold under the fluorescent lights, the kind of sterile white glow that made everything feel sharper and more exposed. My heels clicked against the polished floor with every step, the sound echoing in the quiet space like a countdown I couldn’t stop. At nearly fourteen weeks pregnant with twins, my body already felt the changes... the subtle roundness of my stomach that made my clothes fit differently, the constant fatigue that settled deep in my bones, the protective instinct that made every step feel heavier, more deliberate. Lily was safe at home with the full security team and both sets of grandparents, who had finally started to earn their place back after months of careful healing. But today, I had to face Alex Rivera in court. The trial for kidnapping, stalking, corporate sabotage, and multiple counts of harassment had drawn a media frenzy that had been building for weeks. Cameras flashed outside as we arrived through a pr

The penthouse felt warmer these days, even with all the security still hovering like shadows we couldn’t quite shake. Mornings had a nice rhythm now. Lily would wake up babbling in her crib, demanding cuddles and breakfast right away, while I moved slower with this twin belly that seemed to grow bigger every single day. At almost fifteen weeks, the kicks were constant, little reminders that life was pushing forward no matter what tried to drag us back. Some days my back ached like crazy and my ankles felt swollen, but it was all worth it. I was in the living room on the floor with Lily, surrounded by her colorful blocks and soft toys scattered everywhere. My back ached from sitting too long, but I didn’t care one bit. These moments were pure gold after everything we’d been through. Damon had left for a quick meeting but promised he’d be back before lunch. The security team rotated quietly in the background, but we’d learned to live with it. Lily didn’t know any different yet. She jus

EVE'S POV The penthouse felt too quiet that afternoon. Lily was napping after a morning of toddling around like she owned the place, and I was trying to rest on the couch with my feet up. The twins were kicking up a storm again, little reminders that life was moving fast whether I was ready or not. My small collection launch had gone better than I expected... some solid orders, good feedback from the community partners. But the media still wanted to poke at the drama. Every article seemed to circle back to Sophia or Alex like they couldn’t let it go. I was scrolling through my emails, deleting the ones from reporters fishing for quotes, when the doorman buzzed up. “Mrs. Sterling, there’s a delivery for you. Says it’s personal.” Damon was in his home office on a call, so I told the guy to bring it up. One of the security team checked it first, of course. They always did now. He handed me a plain envelope, no return address, just my name in careful handwriting. Something about it fe