All Chapters of The Billionaire's Pawn : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The Emotional ReconnectionRoman's POVThe gentle glow from the fireplace created shadows that danced across the walls in the dimly lit room. Naomi was standing in the middle, her sillohutte glowing like a vision from my worst fantasies. The delicate fabric shimmered with every slight movement, and her gown, a whisper of silk, clung to her curves as if it had been painted on her. A feeling of awe and yearning surged through me, and my chest constricted.She was simultaneously my haven and my downfall.I walked slowly and deliberately across the room toward her, my heart racing with each inch that brought us closer. The world outside this room ceased to exist. There were no threats, no schemes, no enemies—only her.. The unspoken bond between us was hotter than the flames behind her, and her eyes met mine.I didn't say anything when I got to her. Words didn't feel enough right now. I instead grabbed her face in my palms, stroking her smooth skin with my thumbs. I can't hold myself anymo

A Moment of Truth Roman's POVNaomi's words lingered in the atmosphere like a persistent, thick storm cloud. She had her arms crossed, but it was out of resolution rather than defensiveness. For the first time, I don't know how to respond to her questions. Her strong, unyielding eyes blazed into me. I thought Naomi was a timid person. She was a force, her every motion purposeful, her presence imposing as she approached. "Don't you dare shut me out, Roman," she continued, her tone softening but not losing its firmness. I wanted to reply, but my mouth remained closed. Words were explosive. Everything I had worked so hard to save would collapse with one mistake. In a grounding and electric touch, her fingertips brushed my knuckles as her palm sought mine. “Whatever it is, I can handle it. You don’t have to protect me from the truth.” I wanted to believe that. I wanted to take her for her word,, to let her in, to finally lower the iron gates I have built around my past. But th

The Blackwood Vault Naomi's POVThe air seemed thicker and infused with a spooky calm. A feeling of fear descended upon me as I gazed at the entrance my heart pounding. I swallowed hard, wondering if I should take the next step.Uncertainty gnawed at me as my fingers lingered on the cold steel of the vault entrance. Roman had revealed bits and pieces of his past, but this felt different.But, I have made it this far. Despite my fear, my curiosity was more intense. The door stood firmly in place, locked with a keypad. As I tried to figure out what Roman might have used as the code, my mind raced. His mother’s birthday came to mind—a detail he had shared once in a rare vulnerable moment. I pressed the numbers, and with a soft click, the lock opened.The heavy door creaked open, revealing a cold, sterile room. As if the area had been left untouched for years, the gloomy lighting creates shadows on the walls and a subtle, musty smell pervades the air. As I entered, my breath caught.

Naomi’s Ultimatum Naomi's POV The mention of the vault hung in the air like a live wire, making Roman's body tighten and the place feel oppressive. I briefly questioned whether I had gone too far when his piercing, cunning eyes met mine. But I won't back down. Not now. With his fingers clenched at his sides, Roman said in a low, calm voice, "You weren't supposed to find that." “I wasn’t looking for it,” I countered, taking a step closer. “But I did. And now I need answers.” As he swallowed forcefully, his jaw tensed and Adam's apple bobbed. “Naomi, this isn’t something you can ignore. Once I tell you—” "Then tell me!" I interrupted him with a snap. "Roman, I'm your wife. I deserve to know the truth. All of it. Stop hiding behind these walls you’ve built and let me in.” Like a storm poised to break, the words weighed heavily on us as they lingered between us. Roman ran a hand through his hair, his frantic and restless movements displaying his irritation as he paced the roo

The Midnight Heist Naomi's POVMy heart pounded in my chest as the words "together" lingered between us like a silent vow. Before turning to Daniel, Roman's eyes lingered on me for a moment, a glimmer of something unsaid slipping through. "Where is the place?" Roman's voice was harsh and serious as he asked. Daniel took out a tablet and held it up after tapping the screen. "Elijah's private storage facility on the city's outskirts. It is a fortress armed with guards, security cameras, and biometric locks. However, I've marked the weak spots.”Roman stepped forward, examining the screen with a ferocity that chilled me. I’d seen him like this before—focused, ruthless—but this time, there was something else. He wasn’t just fighting for his empire; he was fighting for us. "What is the schedule?" Roman's jaw tensed as he asked. "Tonight." Daniel replied. “ Around midnight, Elijah's soldiers switch shifts. That's our best time to go in.” Roman glanced back at me as he nodded.