บททั้งหมดของ I AM BILLIONAIRE DAMON'S REPLACEMENT BRIDE : บทที่ 241 - บทที่ 250

EVE'S POV The penthouse was finally quiet. Lily was asleep in her room, the baby monitor glowing soft blue on the nightstand. The twins had settled after their evening gymnastics routine, though every so often one of them gave a lazy little kick like they were reminding me they were still there, growing, waiting. The city lights sparkled far below the windows, but up here it felt like the world had narrowed to just the three of us… soon to be five. Damon and I had barely spoken during dinner. Not because we were fighting. Because we were both carrying the weight of the day. Sophia’s letter. Alex’s guard. The way the shadows kept trying to crawl back in. We’d eaten in near silence, hands brushing across the table more than words. He’d kept one hand on my belly the whole time, like he needed the physical proof that our babies were still safe. Now we were in our bedroom. The door was closed. The monitor was on. And the air between us felt t

EVE'S POV The penthouse bathroom tiles were cool under my bare feet as I stepped out of the shower. Lily had finally gone down for her nap after a morning of nonstop energy, toddling everywhere and demanding cuddles, and the twins were kicking up a storm like they were trying to outdo their big sister. At almost twenty weeks, my belly was definitely showing now, round and heavy, making every movement feel a little more deliberate than it used to. I reached for the towel, my foot slipping on a small puddle of water I had not noticed. One second I was reaching, the next the world tilted. My hand grabbed for the counter but missed. I went down hard, my hip hitting the edge of the tub and my shoulder slamming into the floor. The impact knocked the breath out of me. For a moment everything was just shock and the sharp sting of pain. Then the fear hit. "Damon!" I called, my voice shaky. "Damon!" He was there in seconds, bursting through the door still in his shirt from the home office,

EVE'S POV The video call screen flickered to life at exactly ten in the morning. Damon had set up the laptop on the bed tray table so I could stay propped up with pillows the way Dr. Patel wanted. My belly felt heavier today, the twins shifting in that restless way that made me wonder if they could sense the tension in the room. Lily was with the nanny in the playroom down the hall, her giggles carrying faintly through the penthouse. I could hear her laughing at something on the TV, and it made my chest ache in the best and worst way. She deserved a normal morning. Not a mother who had to be careful with every breath because one slip could change everything. Damon sat beside me on the edge of the bed, his hand resting on my thigh. He had been like this since the scare... close, steady, never more than a few feet away unless he absolutely had to be. His thumb traced small circles on my leg, a quiet reminder that I was not alone in any of this. The lawyers appeared on screen one by

EVE’S POV I was supposed to be on strict bed rest. The doctor had been very clear after the ultrasound scare... no getting up except for the bathroom, no lifting anything heavier than a water glass, and definitely no stress. My body needed to focus on keeping the twins safe. But the nursery welcome project had taken on a life of its own, and there was no stopping Damon and Lily once they got an idea in their heads. I lay propped up in our big bed like a queen on her throne, surrounded by a mountain of pillows. My belly was massive now, round and heavy, stretching the soft maternity shirt I wore. The twins were active today, doing their usual evening gymnastics routine under my skin. Every kick and roll sent little waves across my stomach. I had my notebook balanced on my lap, directing the whole operation from headquarters. “Lily, sweetheart, hand Daddy the yellow strip,” I called across the room. Lily toddled over in her favorite yellow socks, clutching the bright construction p

EVE'S POV The afternoon light in the penthouse felt softer than usual, filtered through the sheer curtains Damon had drawn to keep the room calm. I was propped up against a mountain of pillows on the bed, my laptop balanced on the tray table across my lap. The twins were moving in slow, rolling waves beneath my hand, and I kept tracing gentle circles over my belly, trying to stay grounded in the small, steady rhythm of their kicks. Lily was napping in her room with the nanny nearby. The house was quiet except for the faint hum of the city far below and the occasional soft creak of the building settling. Damon had stepped into the home office for a quick call with the legal team. I should have felt peaceful. I should have felt safe. Instead, a low, restless anxiety hummed beneath my skin. The high-risk pregnancy had already stolen so much of my sense of control. Bed rest meant I couldn’t chase Lily around the living room or stand for too long without my ankles swelling. It meant ev