All Chapters of The Billionaire's Pawn : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The Betrayal Unfolds Roman's POVMy heart was racing more than it should have as I stood outside Naomi's door. She had hardly given me a glance the previous time I saw her. I couldn't just sit back and keep her in the dark about Elijah, even though I knew it was risky to come here. She had to find out how he had been using her and what kind of man he truly was. I hesitated before raising my hand to knock. For days, I had been plagued by the weight of her rage and the pain in her eyes when she gazed at me. She had good reason to be upset with me. But,this has nothing to do with my mistakes. I took a deep breath and knocked. The door opened a few seconds later, and she was standing there with her hair tied back in an untidy bun, wearing pants splattered with paint and a baggy top. She looked like she had been working, and for a second, I almost envied her ability to lose herself in her art. When she saw me, her face changed; her eyes narrowed and her jaw tightened. "Roman, what

The ApologyRoman's POVSlowly, the door opened, revealing Naomi. Her face was a mixture of surprise and cautious as she stood there. She wore an oversized sweatshirt with the sleeves pushed up as if she had been working on something, and her hair was tied back loosely. I was momentarily unable to speak. She was stunning—not in the glossy, magazine-cover style, but rather in the unvarnished, unadulterated way that demonstrated her strength and tenacity. And that light had been dimmed by me. "Roman," she said in a flat voice. Her hand gripped the door's edge more tightly as if she was already thinking of shutting it again. With a forceful gulp, my chest constricted. “Naomi. Can I come in? Please?” She paused, looking past me as if to see whether anyone else was there, and her brows wrinkled. At last, she moved aside and gestured silently for me to come in. In contrast to the cold I had experienced outside, her apartment seemed toasty. The air was heavy with the subtle smell

Naomi’s DiscoveryRoman's POVWith every second, my stomach grew more constricted as I unfolded the paper Naomi had given me. Every words felt like a kick to the gut as my eyes scanned the text, even though the words on the page were hardly lighted by the dull light from the city outside. My company's name was shown in the header. The rest……it was a legal agreement, a deal made years ago between my firm and a name I never expected to see: Victor Carter, Naomi’s father. "What the hell?" Before I could stop them, the words spilled out. Naomi spoke in a quiet, shaky voice. “What does it say?” My mind was racing, so I swallowed hard and tried to concentrate. “It’s a partnership agreement. Signed by your father and one of my predecessors.” I stopped and read a particularly damning paragraph again. It described significant payments made under the pretense of "consultation fees." payments with unclear intentions. Naomi took hold of my arm. “Consultation fees? For what?” My thro

The Private InvestigatorRoman's POVDaniel stepped into my office within minutes, his usual composed demeanor in place. “You needed me, sir?” I steepled my fingers, leaned back in my chair, and nodded. "Close the door." His expression fixed in silent resolve, he followed instructions. I trusted Daniel more than anybody else in my circle since he had been with me for years. If anyone could help me navigate this mess with Elijah, it was him. “Elijah,” I began, letting his name hang in the air for a moment. “I want every detail about his past. Connections, hidden dealings anything that could give me leverage.” Daniel didn't ask me any questions, although his brows did wrinkle a little. “Understood. Are we targeting any specific angle?” I tapped the desk while deciding what to do. "I'm curious about Camille's level of involvement with him. I need evidence that they are working together.” Daniel nodded slightly, his gaze alert. "I'll get in touch with some people. The process

The Boardroom CoupElijah's POVI clenched my jaw and poured myself another drink, the amber liquid swirling in the glass. Roman had taken what was mine. Naomi should’ve been here, by my side, not at his mansion. This wasn’t over, not by a long shot. "Camille," I whispered, breaking the stillness with my voice. She had visited after hearing the news of Naomi going back to Roman's mansion.With deliberate and precise motions, she took a step forward, her heels clicking against the marble floor. "Yes?" “I need the reports you promised me. The ones with the insider details about Roman’s company.” With a sly smile, Camille took a small folder out of her purse. You’ll find everything you need in here. Financial gaps, questionable partnerships, even some skeletons in Roman’s closet. If you play this right, you could destabilize his entire empire.”I picked up the folder and leafed through the pages, looking at the well-structured evidence. A gradual, contented smile appeared on my f