Lahat ng Kabanata ng Taming the billionaire's heart : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

The hum of the design studio echoed softly around Elena as she settled into her workspace. Her fingers brushed over the smooth drafting table, eyes flitting over the neatly arranged swatches and tools. It smelled of fresh paper, clean linen, and faint traces of leather — the kind of scent that whispered power.She took a deep breath to steady her nerves. First day. Big break. No mistakes. Her phone buzzed; it was a text from Brielle.Brielle: Have you met him yet? Is he as fine as the internet says? 👀Elena shook her head, grinning despite herself. She glanced around the open studio, careful not to draw attention as she typed back.Elena: He’s… intense.Brielle’s response came within seconds.Brielle: So he’s FINE. Got it. Don’t fall for him, girl. That’s a trap with a capital T.Elena snorted softly, shoving her phone back into her bag. Don’t worry, Brielle. He’s the last person I’d fall for.Her gaze shifted across the room, landing on the sleek, glass-walled office where Damien Cr

Elena had never been one to shy away from confrontation, but as she stepped into the sleek, high-rise office of Cross Enterprises the following morning, her nerves tingled with anticipation. Yesterday’s meeting had left her feeling victorious, but it was a bittersweet triumph. She hadn’t just fought for her designs, she had fought for her place in Damien Cross’s world—a world that was dangerous, powerful, and intoxicating.As the elevator ascended, the city skyline unfolding in front of her, Elena caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirrored walls. Her face was calm, composed, but beneath the surface, she could feel the flicker of something that she couldn’t quite name. She wasn’t sure what she was walking into today.But one thing was certain—Damien Cross was a force she couldn’t ignore, and for reasons that made her pulse race with both excitement and dread.The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, and Elena walked toward the reception desk, where a young woman looked u

The following days felt like walking a tightrope, each step uncertain, each glance from Damien Cross like a gust of wind threatening to send her plummeting. Elena had been pushing herself harder than ever to stay focused on her work, but no matter how much she tried to drown out the distracting pull of his attention, she couldn’t escape the storm brewing between them. It had been a week since their last meeting. The designs she had submitted had been approved, but Damien hadn’t let up on the pressure. His messages, his subtle challenges, they were constant. There was no avoiding him in the office, no matter how much she tried to keep things professional. He was everywhere—hovering in the background, lurking in the corners of her mind. She couldn’t stop thinking about him. And yet, there was something undeniably magnetic about their encounters. Every time they met, the air between them crackled with an intensity she hadn’t expected. The tension, the way their words danced in the spa

The days that followed were a blur. Elena threw herself into her work at Cross Enterprises, trying to focus on the designs and the upcoming project launch, but it was impossible to ignore the tension that had settled between her and Damien. It was like an unspoken understanding, a constant pull that neither of them had acknowledged, but both of them felt.Every time she saw him in the halls, or in meetings, his gaze lingered just a moment too long. His voice, calm and controlled, would carry an undercurrent of something more — something dangerous. And every time he spoke to her, it felt like a subtle challenge, an invitation to step closer to the line that she was so desperately trying not to cross.She couldn’t deny the attraction. It was powerful, undeniable, but she also couldn’t ignore the warning signs. Damien was a billionaire, used to getting what he wanted, when he wanted. She wasn’t another conquest, another woman to add to his list of temporary distractions. She had worked h

Elena Hart had always been in control. She managed her emotions, her work, and most importantly, the people around her. But today? Today felt different. She could feel it in her bones, the unsettling weight of something shifting, something she couldn’t quite place.The encounter with Damien the day before had left her reeling. His words had been haunting her, replaying in her mind over and over again. You’re not like the others. There’s something between us.She had tried to shake it off. Tried to convince herself that it was just a fleeting moment of tension, nothing more. After all, Damien was her boss, and she had a job to do. Her career was her focus. Nothing else.But as she walked into the sleek, polished lobby of Cross Enterprises that morning, she knew she was lying to herself. The air between them had shifted. That moment in her office — the almost kiss, the tension — it had changed things. It was impossible to ignore.She took a deep breath and squared her shoulders, putting