All Chapters of BILLIONAIRE’S SECOND WIFE : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

"Naomi, look at me," Damian’s voice was sharp, trembling with barely contained rage. His usually composed demeanor was shattered, his eyes wild with disbelief as he stared at me.I had just heard the unthinkable. Julian, in his final moments, had unveiled a secret that tore through the fragile world Damian and I had painstakingly built together. I could barely comprehend the words he’d said, my mind racing to piece everything together.My family. My father. My mother. They had been involved. They had been plotting against Damian for years."I didn’t know," I whispered, barely able to form the words, my heart slamming in my chest. I took a step back, trying to find solid ground, but the world seemed to spin. "I swear, I didn’t know."Damian was silent for a long moment. His lips were pressed into a thin line, his jaw clenched. The look in his eyes… it wasn’t anger. It was worse. It was betrayal. Deep, searing betrayal.I couldn’t breathe. The weight of his gaze crushed me, pressing dow

"I don't know how it all went so wrong," I whispered, my voice barely a breath against the heavy silence that hung in the air. The walls of the once majestic Cross mansion now seemed cold, distant, and oppressive, as if they too were mourning the fall of everything we had built.Damian sat across from me, his usual impenetrable demeanor shattered. His suit, usually sharp and perfectly tailored, looked like it was clinging to him rather than defining him. The weight of failure pressed down on him, and for the first time since I met him, I saw something in his eyes that wasn't just determination or ruthlessness. It was a flicker of vulnerability. "You don't have to carry this," he murmured. "None of this is your fault."I shook my head, my hands trembling as I reached for his. "But it is. My family, everything that's happened... I should have known. I should have seen what was coming."Damian’s fingers closed around mine, warm and strong, grounding me. "Listen to me, Naomi," he said, hi

"I never thought I'd find peace like this," I whispered, my fingers tracing the lines of Damian's face as we sat together on the balcony of our secluded home. The view before us was serene, the sky streaked with pinks and oranges as the sun dipped below the horizon. It felt like a dream—a quiet, untouched world where I could almost forget everything that had happened. Almost.Damian's gaze softened as he turned toward me, his expression a mix of admiration and something deeper—something I couldn't quite put into words. It was as though he was seeing me for the first time, not as his reluctant wife, but as someone he might finally be able to cherish."Peace is rare in our world, Naomi," he said, his voice low and filled with the weight of all the battles we'd fought. "But I would burn down every empire I've built, every wall I've created, just to keep this moment with you." He pulled me closer, his lips brushing against mine, slow and tender, as if savoring the feeling.I could feel th

"You need to get out of here, now!" Damian’s voice was sharp, urgent, as he pulled me into the shadowed corner of the abandoned warehouse. The walls seemed to close in, and the air was thick with the tension of an ambush waiting to happen.I could hear them—footsteps, faint voices—getting closer. Julian’s men were closing in on us, and time was running out. My heart raced, and my mind spun with the reality of our situation. Just moments ago, everything had seemed under control, but now, we were caught in the middle of a deadly game.Damian gripped my hand tightly, his jaw clenched with determination. “Stay close,” he growled, his voice barely above a whisper. I could feel the heat of his body next to mine, the raw intensity in his touch.I nodded, my throat tight with fear. The last thing I wanted was to face this alone. “Damian, don’t you dare leave me,” I pleaded, my voice trembling. The words felt like a prayer, a desperate plea for him to protect me when the world seemed to be cru

"I can't do this," I whispered to myself, though I knew Damian was standing beside me, his presence solid and unwavering. The weight of the moment, the enormity of everything we had lost and everything we still stood to lose, was pressing down on me like a mountain. The final battle was looming, and my heart was tangled in knots of doubt and fear. Would we make it? Would Damian and I be able to weather this storm together? Or was it already too late?Damian's hand brushed against mine, a simple touch that anchored me to him when everything inside me felt ready to crumble. "You're not alone, Naomi," he said softly, his voice carrying an undeniable strength that almost made me believe it. His touch, warm and firm, sent a surge of reassurance through me."I don't know how to fight this anymore," I admitted, my voice cracking slightly, betraying the vulnerability I’d tried to hide. "It feels like we’re losing on every front. My family, Evan, your enemies—everything is closing in on us. I