All Chapters of BILLIONAIRE’S SECOND WIFE : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

“Please,” I whisper, my voice barely audible above the roar of flames that lick at the edges of the van. My heart beats erratically, each thud seeming to echo through the thin metal walls surrounding me. I’m trapped. The smoke is suffocating, making it harder to breathe. The air is thick with the stench of gasoline and fire. I cough violently, my eyes stinging from the acrid fumes.I try to push against the door, but it’s stuck. Panic claws at me from all sides, tightening its grip as masked figures surround the van. Their heavy boots crunch against the gravel, the sound of their approach sending a fresh wave of terror through me.“Naomi Hayes,” a cold voice says, muffled by the mask. “Time’s up.”I freeze, my blood running cold. They know my name. They know exactly who I am—and that means nothing good.I’ve been running for days. From Damian’s enemies. From Charlotte. From the chaos that’s exploded in every corner of my life. I thought I could escape. But now, as the fire spreads and

"You should have known better, Damian," the voice cuts through the heavy silence of the cabin like a knife. I freeze, my heart racing as the man steps into the flickering light, revealing a face I thought I'd never see again.It's Eric. Damian's former best friend.I glance at Damian, whose expression hardens in an instant. His jaw tightens, the muscles in his neck visible under the tension, and his grip on my hand becomes like iron."Eric," Damian says, his voice low, almost as if he can’t believe it himself.Eric's lips curl into a smile that’s far too cold for comfort. His once youthful features are now shadowed by something darker, something I can't quite place, but it’s there, lurking in his eyes. He used to be like a brother to Damian. How did it all go so wrong?"You’re not welcome here," Damian growls, stepping forward as though he’s preparing for a fight. "Leave now, before I make you."I watch, stunned, as Eric's smile fades into something more sinister. “It’s too late for t

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Olivia murmured, flipping through the thick stack of papers with trembling hands. Her gaze flickered from the documents to me, a mix of disbelief and concern clouding her face. “This can’t be real.”I stared at the papers in her hands, my heart pounding. The room was silent except for the soft rustle of the pages. My fingers gripped the edge of the table, but I couldn’t pull my eyes away from the papers that told a story I never expected to hear. Not about Damian. Not about us.Olivia leaned forward, her eyes scanning the final page. “Naomi, look at this,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.I moved closer, ignoring the racing pulse in my neck. My gaze moved over the documents—legal papers, birth certificates, and something that made my chest tighten. A family tree. A name I didn’t recognize. It looked like it had been taken straight from some ancient archive, but it was there, unmistakable.Damian Cross, the billionaire I had married, the man wh

"Naomi," Damian's voice is steady, but I can hear the underlying tension. He stands in front of me, tall, his jaw clenched with determination. His eyes—once cold and unforgiving—are now filled with something else. Something that I've only dared to dream of. A deep, unspoken desire to protect.I stand in front of the mirror, adjusting the delicate lace on my wedding dress. It feels heavy. The weight of the moment isn't just in the fabric, but in the storm that’s about to hit us. Our wedding. Our vows. I never expected this to be my life."I won’t run," Damian says, as if reading my mind. "I’ve been running from the truth, from Richard, from Charlotte, from everything that has brought me to this point." His hand reaches out, taking mine gently. "But no more. I’m not backing down. This is our moment. No one will stop us."His grip tightens slightly, and I feel the warmth of his touch seep into me, anchoring me to the reality of what’s about to happen. Despite the chaos, despite the dange

"I can't believe she's really gone." My voice was barely a whisper as I stood beside Damian, watching the aftermath of Charlotte’s death unfold. The chaos from the wedding reception still lingered in the air, yet everything felt suffocatingly silent now that the whirlwind of events had calmed.Damian’s hand tightened around mine. His dark eyes, usually cold and unyielding, were softer now—darker with sorrow, but not yet broken. "It wasn't supposed to end this way," he murmured, almost to himself, as if speaking to the ghosts of the past.Charlotte, the woman who had wreaked havoc in our lives, was gone—shot before our eyes, her secrets buried with her. She had been ruthless, and manipulative, but in the end, it was her own betrayal that cost her everything. I couldn't deny the relief that washed over me in her absence, but there was something else—something I couldn’t quite place.“Damian, what do we do now?” I asked, my voice trembling as I looked at the wreckage around us.Damian’s