All Chapters of The Billionaire's Unexpected Soulmate.: Chapter 31 - Chapter 37

The evening had been perfect. After a delightful dinner at a cozy Italian restaurant, Serena and I decided to extend our time together by having a few glasses of wine at a nearby wine bar. The place was warm and inviting, with dim lighting and soft jazz playing in the background. We found a small table near the window, where the city lights created a picturesque backdrop that added to the intimate atmosphere. As we sipped our wine, the conversation flowed effortlessly. Serena looked relaxed, her guard down for the first time in a while. I couldn't help but take in every detail: the way her eyes sparkled when she laughed, the way she absentmindedly twirled a strand of hair around her finger, the warmth of her smile that seemed to light up the entire room. "This place is lovely," Serena said, taking another sip of her Merlot. "I can't believe I've never been here before." "I'm glad you like it," I replied, swirling my glass of Cabernet Sauvignon. "I thought it might be a nice change

Marah The ride up the elevator had been a nightmare, but Damian's presence had been my anchor. Even now, back in my apartment, my heart pounded with residual fear, my hands still shaking as I closed and locked the door behind me. I glanced around my dimly lit living room, half-expecting to see a shadowy figure lurking in the corners. But there was nothing. Just the usual mess of my life scattered across the floor. The cardigan Damian had given me was still wrapped tightly around my shoulders, its warmth and scent providing an unexpected comfort. I buried my nose in the fabric, inhaling deeply. It smelled like him— a mix of sandalwood and something else that was uniquely Damian. The scent was intoxicating, calming my frazzled nerves more than I cared to admit. I kicked off my shoes and wandered into my bedroom, the events of the night playing over and over in my mind. Who had been following me? And why? The fear in Damian's eyes when he saw me must have mirrored my own. He had been

I hesitated outside Damian’s door, holding his cardigan tightly. Sunlight streamed through the hallway windows, casting a warm glow. I wondered if I should leave the cardigan at his door or knock and give it back in person. There was clear tension between us, and Damian’s obvious dislike for me made things a bit more complicated. Just as I was about to turn and leave, the door suddenly opened. My heart skipped a beat as I found myself face-to-face with Damian. He stood there shirtless, wearing only a pair of loose trousers that hung low on his hips. His skin glistened with water droplets from a recent shower, and he was in the process of drying his hair with a towel. I froze in surprise, unable to tear my eyes away from the sight. His bare chest was toned and muscular, the water droplets catching the morning light and making his skin look almost golden. The damp strands of his hair clung to his forehead, and the scent of his soap—a mix of fresh pine and something citrusy—wafted towa

I rushed home, my mind still reeling from the events at the hospital. The drive felt endless, and by the time I pulled into the driveway, the weight of the night hung heavily on my shoulders. I needed to talk to my dad, to figure out what was going on with my frozen accounts and, more importantly, to find a way to help Serena. As I opened the front door, I was greeted by the sound of laughter coming from the living room. My heart sank a little when I recognized Marah's voice mingling with my father's. I walked in to find them sitting together on the couch, engaged in what seemed to be a very lively conversation. Marah's eyes sparkled with amusement, and my father was laughing heartily, a sight that was both comforting and disconcerting. "Dad, can I talk to you for a moment?" I asked, trying to keep my tone even despite the turmoil inside me. My father looked up, his expression shifting from joy to concern as he saw the seriousness on my face. "Of course, son. Excuse me, Marah." Ma