All Chapters of The Billionaire and the Unwanted Heiress : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Damian's POV I sat at a small café tucked away in a quieter part of the city, my fingers drumming lightly on the table. The place wasn’t overly crowded, with only a few customers chatting in hushed tones. It seemed like the perfect spot to meet and discuss everything without prying eyes.The smell of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air, but I ignored it, my thoughts far too tangled to appreciate it. Lila was running late, and though I trusted her word, I couldn’t help but feel a little restless. I pulled out my phone, dialing her number.“Hey, I’m almost there,” Lila said, her voice slightly breathless on the other end.“Alright, I’ll wait,” I replied, hanging up before tossing the phone back onto the table.I leaned back in my seat, letting my mind drift as I waited. Ever since my father gave me his ultimatum, a sour taste had lingered in my mouth. The man I’d once idolized, whose approval I’d sought for so long, now filled me with resentment.How did it come to this?Yes

Lila's POV The courthouse had an eerie quietness, as though it knew the significance of what Damian and I were about to do. The air was cool, the muted hum of distant conversations and shuffling papers adding to the surrealness of the moment. Damian stood beside me, dressed sharply in a tailored suit that emphasized his calm confidence. His eyes flickered toward me occasionally, offering reassurance, but my heart raced regardless.It wasn’t the ceremony that made me nervous—it was everything it symbolized. This was not a wedding of love and celebration but one of necessity and survival. Yet, there was a knot in my chest I couldn’t quite untangle, a mix of emotions too complicated to name.The judge sat before us, flipping through the necessary documents while our lawyer and two hired witnesses stood silently nearby. The simplicity of it all was almost jarring; no grand ballroom, no music, no audience. Just signatures and words binding Damian and me together in a way neither of us

Damian's POV The car ride home was mostly quiet, but my thoughts weren’t. I kept stealing glances at Lila. She was glued to her phone, her expression a mix of worry and something deeper—something she didn’t want me to see. I couldn’t shake the feeling that she was hiding something from me.But then again, I had no right to judge. I was hiding something, too. And if secrets had a weight, mine would crush hers.When we finally got home, Lila went straight to the living room, looking lost in her own world. I lingered in the doorway for a moment, watching her. The phone in her hand seemed to hold her hostage, her thumb hovering nervously over the screen. She wasn’t herself this morning, but I didn’t press.Then my phone buzzed in my pocket, and I knew immediately who it was. Valerie.Damn it.I silenced the phone, pretending it was nothing. No need to stir the waters when Lila was already on edge. I hung around the house for a while, casually moving from one room to the next so Lila w

Lila's POVHaving relaxed enough from the long day I had, I thought of what I could do next. After I pondered the few ideas that reeled back and forth in my head, I finally resorted to reading a book. I sat quietly on the couch, busying myself with a novel when Damian left my side and slouched tiredly into the bathroom to get a shower. Mostly engrossed in the novel I was reading, I didn't pay him much attention until I heard the bathroom door slam shut and the shower started running. My gaze was on the bathroom door and with my diverted attention, memories from this morning suddenly flooded my head. Damian had seen me bare, and didn't even stop at that. He played around with my towel, allowing me to chase him round the room in my naked state for some time before he gave me back my clothes. I remembered that I had promised to do my own payback. He had laughed it off, completely sure that I could never bring myself to do it.Just then, the idea struck me—if I had intended to get

Damian's POVThe soft glow of the desk lamp illuminated the documents spread across my workspace. I was deeply engrossed in reviewing quarterly reports, my pen scratching against the paper as I made notes. My phone binged, the screen lighting up with a notification. Without looking, I reached out and tossed it aside, determined to focus. Distractions could wait; work couldn’t.Minutes turned into hours as I buried myself in the numbers, analyzing every detail. But then I realized I needed the folder containing the new project details. "Damn," I muttered under my breath, remembering it was in the bedroom. Pushing my chair back, I stretched and headed there.The house was quiet as I strode down the hallway. The air carried a peaceful stillness, but it broke as I pushed open the bedroom door.“Lila?” I called, expecting her to be nestled in bed with her ever-present novel. The bed was empty. I glanced at the bedside table where her book usually lay—nothing.Frowning, I called out agai