All Chapters of I AM BILLIONAIRE DAMON'S REPLACEMENT BRIDE : Chapter 251 - Chapter 259

EVE'S POV The morning light in the penthouse was soft and steady, the kind that usually made me want to open every window and let the city in. Today I kept the curtains half-drawn and the room dim, the way Dr. Patel preferred. I was sitting up against the pillows with the tray table across my lap, my laptop open and my sketchpad beside it. The twins were moving in slow, rolling waves beneath my hand, and I kept tracing gentle circles over my belly, feeling the gentle pushes and turns beneath my palm. I had been staring at the same section of the community hub design for almost an hour. It was the family play zone... modular walls that could be rearranged, soft green panels that filtered light, and a small indoor garden area with safe plants and a low fountain. I had drawn it three times already, tweaking the layout, adjusting the sightlines, making sure there was enough space for little bodies to run and tumble without anyone getting hurt. It was the kind of place I wished had exis

EVE'S POV The courtroom was colder than I expected. Not the temperature... though the air conditioning hummed like an angry insect trapped in the vents... but the whole atmosphere. It pressed against my skin, heavy and unforgiving, like invisible hands trying to push me back out the door. I shifted in the specially arranged chair near the front, the extra cushions helping my lower back but doing nothing for the knot of anxiety twisting in my chest. A court officer stood a respectful distance away, ready to help if I needed water, or a break, or just... anything. Damon had fought like hell for me to be here in person instead of on some grainy video feed. “The judge needs to see you,” he’d said last night, his voice rough with exhaustion. “Needs to understand what she did to you... to us.” My hands rested protectively over my belly. The twins were quiet today. Too quiet. As if even they sensed this wasn’t a place for kicks and flutters, for the soft little reminders that life was still

EVE'S POV The afternoon light in the penthouse was soft and steady, the kind that usually made the room feel calm and almost timeless. I was propped up against a mountain of pillows on the bed, my laptop balanced carefully on the tray table in front of me. The community hub design I had been refining for weeks filled the screen... modular walls that could adapt to different needs, soft green panels that brought the feeling of nature indoors, safe play areas with low fountains and carefully chosen plants that were impossible to poison. I had been tweaking the layout of the family support zone for over an hour now, moving a bench here, adjusting sightlines there, making sure every corner felt welcoming and safe instead of institutional. My hand rested on my belly out of habit. The twins were quiet today, only offering the occasional gentle roll or flutter. I kept tracing slow circles over the tight skin anyway, grounding myself in that small, steady rhythm of their movements. It remin

EVE'S POV The first contraction came quietly, like a whisper in the middle of the night. I had been lying awake for a while, one hand resting on the large curve of my belly, feeling the twins move in their usual strong, steady rhythm. The penthouse was dark and still, the city lights glowing softly through the big windows like distant stars keeping watch. Damon slept beside me, his arm draped carefully over my waist in that protective way he had perfected over these long weeks of bed rest. His breathing was deep and even, the kind of sleep that came only after days of quiet vigilance. Then it happened. A low, tightening pressure started deep in my back and slowly wrapped around my belly like a firm, deliberate hug. It wasn’t sharp or alarming... not yet. It was just different. Distinct. I held my breath and waited, counting silently in my head. The feeling built gradually, peaking for about thirty seconds before easing away, leaving behind a strange, electric awareness that hummed

EVE'S POVThe first full day with Rose and Leo felt like stepping into a new world I had only dreamed about.I was still sore from the C-section, my body heavy with the deep exhaustion that came after long labor and major surgery, but the joy eclipsed everything else. The twins were nestled against me in the recovery room, their tiny bodies warm and real. Rose had settled quickly after her first feeding, while Leo continued making those small, instinctive sucking motions, already searching for comfort and connection. Their steady breathing and occasional soft sounds filled the room with the most beautiful music I had ever heard.Damon hadn’t left my side for more than a few minutes. He sat close on the bed, one arm carefully around me, the other gently supporting whichever twin needed him most. His eyes were tired but shining with a profound happiness that made my heart ache in the best way.“They’re perfect,” he whispered again, brushing a careful finger across Rose’s cheek. “Look at