All Chapters of BILLIONAIRE’S SECOND WIFE : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

“Where is he?” My voice was barely above a whisper as I sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.Olivia, standing by the window, arms crossed, didn’t turn to face me. “He left before sunrise,” she said coldly.Something was wrong. Damian never left without a word. My chest tightened. “What’s going on?”Olivia finally turned, her piercing blue eyes dark with something unreadable. “Evan just raised the stakes.”A chill ran down my spine. “What do you mean?”She tossed her phone onto the bed beside me. “See for yourself.”I hesitated before picking it up. The screen was paused on a video. My heart hammered as I pressed play.Evan’s face filled the screen, his expression composed, almost amused.“Damian Cross has two options,” he said, his voice smooth and calculating. “Hand Naomi over to me, or watch his empire crumble. To sweeten the deal, I’ve placed a bounty on her head. Ten million dollars to anyone who delivers her to me. No questions asked.”The video cut to a still image—my

"Damian!"My scream echoed through the underground tunnel as his body jerked back from the impact. His grip on my wrist loosened, and he staggered, his knees buckling. A crimson stain spread rapidly across his white dress shirt, seeping through the fabric like ink spilling onto paper."No, no, no—Damian!"I lunged forward, catching him before he could hit the cold, damp floor. His weight was too much, and we sank together, his body pressing against mine as I cradled him. His breathing was ragged, his face pale.Footsteps pounded in the distance. Olivia’s voice cut through the ringing in my ears."Move! We have to move!"I barely registered the chaos around me. The shooter had vanished, but we weren’t safe. I pressed my hands against Damian’s wound, trying to stop the bleeding."Damian, stay with me," I begged, my voice breaking.His eyes fluttered open, dark lashes heavy against his skin. A weak smirk curved his lips. "Didn’t think... you'd get rid of me that easily, did you?"Tears b

"Damian, don’t do this," I pleaded, my fingers curling around his wrist as he buttoned his coat. His jaw was set, his eyes dark and unreadable."I have to." His voice was low, strained."It’s a trap. You know that, don’t you?" My voice shook as I gripped his arm tighter. I had found Charlotte’s letter in his belongings just hours ago. The words still burned in my mind: Meet me where it all began. Alone.Damian pulled his wrist free, his fingers brushing my cheek for the briefest moment before he turned away. "Go to bed, Naomi. This doesn’t concern you.""You are my husband. This concerns me more than you think."He exhaled sharply, turning back to me with a look that sent a chill down my spine. "Stay out of this. If you follow me, Naomi, I swear—""You’ll what? Keep pushing me away? Haven’t you done that enough?"His lips parted, but no words came. Whatever war was raging inside him, I saw the flicker of hesitation. A crack in the armor he wore so well. But just as quickly, it was gon

“Damian, we have to get out!” I gasped, the smoke curling in thick clouds, burning my throat. My heart pounded so fiercely it felt as if it might explode.Damian didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he scanned the room with sharp, focused eyes, his jaw clenched, and his body taut. The fire had spread quickly, consuming everything in its path. The walls were crumbling, windows shattering in the heat, and the entire villa felt like it was collapsing in on itself. A sense of impending doom clawed at me as I realized how close we were to being trapped.I could hear the crackling of the flames behind us, the scorching heat on my skin, and the sharp, acrid scent of burning wood. My eyes stung from the smoke, but I couldn’t tear my gaze away from Damian. His face was set in determination, and I knew, with every fiber of my being, that he wouldn’t leave me behind. Not after everything that had happened.“We have to move. Now!” Damian barked, grabbing my wrist and pulling me toward the grand st

“I won’t let him get away with this.” Damian’s voice is a low growl, a dangerous rumble that vibrates through the walls of the room. His jaw clenches, his fists balling in tight, furious knots.I stand by his side, feeling the heat of his anger but unsure how much of it is aimed at me. My eyes flicker over the team of mercenaries he’s gathered. There’s no turning back now.Damian steps forward, his eyes dark with purpose. “We’re storming Reid’s compound. I don’t care what it takes. I’m bringing Naomi back.”I’ve heard him say those words a thousand times over the past few days, but this time, something is different. The steely determination in his eyes is colder than I’ve ever seen. He’s not just doing this for power anymore. This time, it's personal.“Damian,” I warn, stepping closer to him, my voice barely above a whisper, “this isn’t just about revenge. You’re putting your life at risk.”He doesn’t turn to face me. His gaze is fixed on the door as if the final showdown is waiting j