All Chapters of Your Lips to Mine #3: The Billionaire's Dangerous Muse : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Three years. Three years of highs and lows, triumphs and challenges. Looking back, it felt like a whirlwind of emotions. From the early days of uncertainty, when Damian and I were navigating the aftershocks of everything that had happened with Liam, to the quiet nights we spent together, finding solace in each other’s company, I never imagined that we’d come this far. I’d thought that life had settled into a rhythm, one where we worked hard, loved hard, and fought for the people we cared about.But tonight, standing on the edge of the Maldives beach, the soft whispers of the ocean as our backdrop, it felt different. The air was thick with anticipation, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, as if something monumental was about to happen. I didn’t know what it was—didn’t even have a hint—but I had a nagging feeling that tonight wasn’t going to be just another beautiful evening under the stars.I glanced around, taking in the scene. The moon hung high in the sky, casting a silv

Damian sat back in the leather chair, the quiet hum of the city outside filtering through the window. He could feel the weight of the day bearing down on him, a culmination of weeks of planning, anticipation, and a growing sense of excitement. It was hard to believe that just a few days ago, he had been on a beach in the Maldives, a lifetime away from the familiar comforts of home. The proposal had gone exactly as he’d hoped. Sierra’s joy, the moment they shared under the starry sky—everything had been perfect. But now, the next step beckoned. It wasn’t just about them anymore. There was more he needed to address, more he needed to reveal.He picked up his phone, his thumb hovering over Nathan's name. It had been a while since he'd spoken to his old friend in person, but it was time to bring him into the fold. Nathan had always been reliable, and now, more than ever, Damian needed his help.“Hey, Nathan,” Damian greeted when the phone clicked to life. “I need your help with something.

I watched as Damian entered our home, his posture slumped, clearly exhausted from his day. It was unusual for him to look so worn out; he usually carried himself with an air of unshakable confidence. As soon as I saw the fatigue in his eyes, I couldn't help but rush to him. Without thinking, I stood on my tiptoes and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, trying to ease the tension I could feel radiating from him. "You look like you need to unwind," I murmured against his lips. Damian’s arms instinctively wrapped around me as if he needed the comfort, too. "I’m fine, just... been a long day," he replied, but I could see through his words. His exhaustion was palpable, and I wasn’t going to let him suffer in silence. “Go take a bath. I’ll make us something to eat,” I suggested gently, nudging him toward our bedroom. He gave me a small, appreciative smile before nodding. "Thanks, love." His voice was softer than usual, filled with gratitude. As he disappeared into the bathroom, I busied m

The day had arrived—the long-awaited wedding of Damian and Sierra. The sun hung high in the sky, casting its golden glow over the lush gardens where the ceremony would take place. It was the kind of weather that felt perfect, as though the universe itself had aligned for this moment. The soft rustle of leaves in the breeze and the gentle hum of excited voices filled the air, creating an atmosphere of warmth and love. This was a day that would be etched in their memories forever. Sierra stood backstage, her heart racing. She had been waiting for this day for so long, but now that it was finally here, it all felt so surreal. Her wedding dress, a delicate blend of lace and satin, shimmered softly in the light as she adjusted the final touches. Her hair, styled in loose waves, was adorned with a delicate tiara that made her feel like a princess. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, barely recognizing the woman looking back at her. She looked like a dream, but the dream was real

The sunlight streamed through the windows of the car as we drove up the familiar, long driveway leading to Damian’s parents’ manor. The same old stone gate greeted us, the flowers lining the pathway just as vibrant as I remembered. The place was beautiful, timeless, and always had an air of serenity that made you feel like you were stepping into a different world—a world full of history and love. I glanced at Damian beside me, his hands firmly gripping the wheel as he maneuvered the car down the narrow path. His usual composed demeanor was relaxed today, and I couldn’t help but smile as I watched him. We’d been married for a while now, and even with two little ones in tow, there was still something so comforting about his presence. He was the same Damian I had fallen for years ago—strong, caring, and somehow managing to make everything feel like it was meant to be. In the backseat, our twins were giggling, their laughter infectious. Emily, our daughter, had her little pigtails bounc