Semua Bab I DON'T WANT YOU, MR BILLIONAIRE : Bab 41 - Bab 50

Starving Damian's Pov The clicking sound of the alarm woke me up, jolting me out of a deep sleep. I was drenched in sweat, and the bed was soaked. It was all a dream, I realized, as I sat up and rubbed my eyes. A starving sex dream.I couldn't help but think about Lisa and how much I missed her touch. It had been too long since we'd been intimate, and my body was craving her.My phone rang, bringing me back to reality. I picked it up, seeing Lauren's name on the screen. "Hey," I said, trying to sound more alert than I felt."Good morning, Sir," Lauren said, her voice cheerful. "It's past eight.""Yeah, thanks," I said, ending the call.I threw off the covers and got out of bed, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. It was as though I knew I might be late, which was why I had set the alarm to ring multiple times, as well as told Lauren to wake me up.But for some reason, I wanted to go back to sleep. I was missing Lisa's touch deeply, and the dream had only made it worse. I felt re

Enraged Damian's Pov I stared at the pendant in my hand, feeling confused. "Uhm, babe, the pendant..." I said, holding it out to Lisa.She gestured for me to hand it over, her eyes sparkling with a hint of curiosity. I felt bad and guilty for doubting her earlier. Why was I so quick to assume the worst?But as I handed her the pendant, I couldn't shake off the memory of her making excuses earlier. Why was she so hesitant to open the safe? What was she hiding?.I pushed the thoughts aside, trying to focus on the present moment. Lisa locked the safe back, the sound echoing through the room."Done," she said, turning to me with a smile.Her smile brought me back from my thoughts, and I tried to force a smile in return. But I was sure she could see the guilt written all over my face."But, babe, seriously, why were you so insistent that I keep the pendant?" she asked, walking away from the safe.I lowered my voice, trying to play it cool. "I told you already, it's better there. Besides,

Nowhere to be found Damian's Pov I unfolded the letter, my eyes scanning the pages. The words danced before my eyes, but one phrase stood out: "Happy Anniversary to us babe."My mind reeled as I read on. "I'm sorry we couldn't spend it together. I miss you so much."Suddenly, the pieces clicked into place. The contact lenses, the mysterious behavior... it all made sense now.The person in my house, the one I thought was Lisa... wasn't.It was Lucinda.I felt like I'd been punched in the gut. How could I have been so blind? The similarities between the twins were undeniable, but I had never suspected that Lucinda would impersonate Lisa.My eyes scanned the room, my mind racing with questions. How long had Lucinda been pretending to be Lisa? And why?I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease as I thought about how Lucinda had fooled me all along. The guilt was suffocating me - I had been with someone else, thinking it was Lisa, while Lisa tried to tell me the truth. I remembered the

Betrayal in his eyes Lisa's Pov As the call went dead from James' end, I felt a wave of nausea wash over me. My stomach became upset, and I felt like I was going to throw up. I was scared, really scared.I looked at Damian, searching for something, anything in his eyes that would make me feel better. But all I could see was confusion mixed with anger. His eyes seemed to bore into my soul, as if demanding answers.I felt a pang of guilt. It's all my fault, I thought. I had kept so many secrets from my husband, and now I was being punished for it. If only I had been honest with him from the start, things wouldn't have escalated to this point.I took a deep breath and tried to calm my racing thoughts. I knew I had to tell Damian the truth. I had to get it off my chest and explain everything to him. The mess I had created by keeping quiet had grown from bad to worse.I finally mustered up the courage to speak. "Damian," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.He looked at me, his eyes

Finding Lucinda Lisa's Pov The next 10 hours were a blur of stress and anxiety. Our phones rang nonstop with calls from business associates, media outlets, and journalists. We repeatedly told them that everything was a lie, but it was hard to convince them.Rival groups wouldn't miss an opportunity to tarnish our image, and the media was having a field day. Damian's team worked tirelessly to contain the damage, but it felt like an uphill battle.Damian had arranged for a lawyer to prepare fake divorce papers. The lawyer assured us that the papers looked authentic, just in case James wants to access them. But I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease.He tried to reassure me, explaining the plan over and over. "You'll meet up with James, and we'll have a GPS tracker on you in case anything goes wrong," he said, his voice calm and steady."What if James finds the tracker?" I asked, my mind racing with worst-case scenarios."We'll make sure it's hidden well," Damian replied. "And even