All Chapters of The Billionaire and the Unwanted Heiress : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Damian's POVThe bar felt suffocating now, with its dim lights and clinking glasses as I hurried back inside to retrieve my phone.Spotting the phone right on the table where I’d left it, I grabbed it, and turned back toward the exit, my thoughts racing instead of my heart. What was Valerie doing here, in such a state? Why did it unsettle me so much to see her like that?Valerie’s eyes, usually so composed and collected behind her glasses, were glassy and hollow. The way she had looked at me, wide-eyed and fragile, was a side of her I’d never imagined existed. I've always been indifferent towards whatever goes on in her life, but now, It felt wrong to see her that way—exposed and bare. When I returned to the threshold of the bar, Valerie was still there, leaning heavily against the doorframe. I noticed her eyes were rimmed with red, as if she had been crying before I collided with her. Yet, there was a faint glimmer of relief in her gaze, as if my presence had pulled her out of a da

Lila's POV It had been days since I last saw Damian. The memory of that night, the heated argument, and the raw anger on his face when he hit Connor kept replaying in my mind. I couldn’t shake the feeling that things had ended wrong between us. It was true he’d done so much for me—more than I ever expected since he first stepped into my life. He’d been a rock, a guiding force, and the thought of him being absent left a void I didn’t expect. Till now, I'm still enjoying the benefits of the bodyguard that he arranged for me. And ever since I had those guards protecting me, I've not noticed any shadowy attempts. A part of me wanted to pick up the phone and call him to say I was sorry. But there was also a stubborn part of me that felt like I deserved an apology too. He had crossed a line that night, and I couldn’t just let that go. Just because he had been very helpful all along, that night, he clearly acted like he owned my life by trying to force me away from Connor. And a

Lila's POVMy breaths came in ragged gasps even as I burst out into the open night air. My heart was hammering so loudly in my chest I could barely hear my own thoughts. Panic and fury swirled together inside me as I ran, refusing to look back. I had to get away from him—away from the betrayal and from the rage I saw in his eyes. The compound’s security lights illuminated my path, and I nearly tripped in my haste to get to the guard post. I could see the two of my guards standing there, their faces relaxed and indifferent, having no idea what had just happened.For a moment I thought, “what if connor had succeeded or far more worse, what if he had killed me? I shook the thought away as I ran towards the guards.As I reached them, both guards stiffened, seeing my tear-streaked face and dishevelled appearance. My robe flapped around my legs, and I felt raw, exposed, and humiliated. “Miss Lila!” one of them, John, said, stepping forward with a concerned frown. “What happened? Are you

Damian's POVIt was late, and the silence in my home office was thick and suffocating. The only light came from the dim desk lamp, casting long shadows over the papers and folders scattered around me. I leaned back in my chair, staring blankly at the documents I’d been pretending to read. My mind wasn’t on work—it hadn’t been for days. I was tired, but sleep wasn’t coming. It was like every time I closed my eyes, the past few weeks replayed behind my eyelids, refusing to give me any peace.I had taken a break from Monroe Corporation. I told myself I needed space, that I needed to focus on my own company, but deep down, I knew the real reason. I wasn’t ready to face Lila. My nights were spent here, in this apartment, close enough to her world but still at a distance I could control. It was easier this way, hiding behind work and the four walls of my home office, where no one could see the mess I’d made of myself.Lila’s face was always there, just beneath the surface of my thoughts

Lila's POVMy eyes fluttered open, and the first thing I registered was warmth. Damian’s arms were still wrapped around me, his chest rising and falling steadily beneath my head. My breath hitched for a moment as memories from the night before came flooding back. For a split second, panic coursed through me. Did something happen between us? Did I cross a line I wasn’t ready for?Then, the clarity that had eluded me returned, and I let out a slow, quiet breath of relief. No, nothing had happened beyond the unexpected comfort we found in each other’s embrace. My cheeks warmed slightly at the realization, but it was accompanied by a strange sense of ease. Damian had held me through the night, offering solace without pushing for anything more. That was all.The events of last night felt like a hazy blur now. After Victor’s call, Damian had told me that Victor wanted to meet with both of us this morning. He hadn’t shared much, only that it was important and needed to be discreet. I rem