All Chapters of BILLIONAIRE’S SECOND WIFE : Chapter 11 - Chapter 15

"You think I don’t see through your lies?" Damian's voice was low and menacing, each word cutting into the tense silence like a blade.My heart pounded, but I refused to cower. "I wasn’t lying to you, Damian. I was trying to protect you."He let out a sharp laugh, devoid of humor. "Protect me? By meeting Evan Reid behind my back? Do you even hear yourself, Naomi?"I stepped forward, my breath catching at the fury etched into his face. "I had to do something. He’s not going to stop until he destroys you. You won’t listen to me, and you won’t trust anyone. What choice did I have?"Damian’s fists clenched at his sides. "You had a choice. The choice not to betray me.""I didn’t betray you!" I shouted, my voice breaking under the weight of his accusation. "I went there to find out what he was planning, for you, for us—"His eyes darkened. "There is no 'us,' Naomi. There never was."The words hit me harder than I expected, but I lifted my chin, determined not to let him see the hurt. "That’

"You really think we’ll find anything tonight?" I whispered as Damian’s arm tightened around my waist. The opulent charity gala shimmered around us — dazzling lights, elegant gowns, and champagne flutes held by the city’s elite. But beneath the glitz and glamor lurked tension as thick as fog. "We'll find out who’s been feeding Evan information," Damian said darkly, his voice just low enough for me to hear. "One way or another." I glanced around, my nerves fraying at the edges. Everywhere I looked, eyes flickered toward us, whispers trailing in their wake. I was the topic of their hushed conversations—Damian Cross’s second-choice bride who had somehow managed to stir a war between billionaires. I forced a smile, trying to ignore the burn of judgment. "They’re staring again," I muttered. "Let them." Damian’s hand slid down to the small of my back, his touch possessive and grounding. "Tonight, you're with me. That’s all that matters." A flutter of warmth battled the cold knot o

“Why did you do it, Damian?” My voice broke the silence of the car ride back to the mansion. His jaw tightened, and his hands gripped the steering wheel like he wanted to snap it in two. The city lights outside blurred as I stared at his cold profile, hoping for an answer, a crack in his armor. “Do what?” His voice was low, almost too calm. “Announce to the entire world that I’m your wife, that Charlotte has no place here anymore. Was that for me, or was it just another move in your war against her?” He slammed on the brakes, jerking the car to a sudden stop in the middle of the driveway. I gasped as he turned to face me, his dark eyes blazing with frustration. “You think I did that for her?” he growled, his voice trembling with restrained anger. “I did it because it’s the truth. You are my wife, Naomi. No one—Charlotte, Evan, or anyone else—gets to rewrite that.” I held his gaze, my breath catching at the intensity in his tone. For a moment, the raw emotion in his eyes left