Semua Bab BILLIONAIRE’S SECOND WIFE : Bab 71 - Bab 80

The sound of the video clicking on echoed in the otherwise silent room. Damian’s fingers hovered over the play button for a moment, and I could feel the tension building between us. My breath caught in my throat, unsure of what was about to unfold. I glanced at him, his jaw clenched, his dark eyes filled with a mixture of anger and disbelief. Whatever was coming, I knew it would shatter the fragile peace we’d fought so hard to build.He pressed play.The screen flickered to life, and a man appeared in front of us. He looked... just like Damian. Same sharp features. Same dark eyes. Same jawline that had been the cause of my sleepless nights, both in awe and terror. The only difference was that this man’s face was slightly softer and younger, and there was an undeniable anger simmering in his eyes."Damian Cross," the man said, his voice low, cold, and filled with disdain. "You don’t know me, but I know everything about you. I know who you are, and I know what you’ve done. I am Julian H

The cold steel of the gun dug into my skin as I rushed through the dark, shadowed hallways of the mansion, my heart pounding in my chest. The air was thick with tension, and every footstep I took felt like it was leading me closer to disaster.I turned the corner just in time to hear a familiar voice calling out in the distance. It was Julian."Damian!" His voice echoed through the hall, sharp and filled with fury. "I know you're here. You can't hide forever."I stopped dead in my tracks, my pulse quickening. I couldn’t outrun him. I couldn’t outthink him. Julian was a force—a trained killer, someone who had been after Damian for years. I had no idea how much longer I could protect him.A soft tap on my shoulder startled me, and I whipped around, meeting Damian’s gaze. His usual confident, stoic expression had turned into something more dangerous, a glint of fear mixed with a deep resolve. He reached for my hand, pulling me into the shadows."No matter what happens, stay close to me,"

"Naomi, you have to listen to me," Damian's voice is low, urgent as his hand grips mine tightly. "You don't understand, they’re turning the world against us. Julian... he's playing us like pawns."I shake my head, trying to focus. The chaos outside our penthouse—television stations flooding the airwaves, reporters surrounding the building, and people shouting our names—feels like a storm brewing, dark and unpredictable. The media frenzy is overwhelming, and all I can hear is the distorted sound of Julian's voice, coming from every corner.He had taken to the airwaves with his twisted confession, a broadcast that shook me to my core. "Naomi loves me," Julian had announced, his smug tone like a knife twisting in my gut. "Not Damian Cross, but me. She’s been lying to everyone, and the truth is finally out."It didn’t make sense. It couldn’t. My heart belongs to Damian. It always has, even through all the pain, betrayal, and chaos that we’ve been through together. But Julian’s words are a

I couldn’t breathe. The air in the room felt thick, suffocating. I turned, and there he was—Adrian. Standing just beyond the threshold, like he’d never left, like the time we spent apart meant nothing. But everything had changed. And I knew it, yet my heart ached as if it hadn’t."Naomi," he said, his voice as smooth and calm as it had always been. He had the same dark eyes, the same confident demeanor. But now, they were filled with something darker. Something I couldn’t place.“Adrian…” My voice cracked, the name slipping from my lips like a whisper of a life I once thought I’d have. The life that felt so far away now. "What are you doing here?"He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming, a reminder of a past that didn’t fit into the present. "I’m here for you."My heart pounded as I processed his words. "For me? After everything?"He nodded, a faint smile playing on his lips. "You always thought I left you for good. But you didn’t know the truth. I never wanted to go. I was pulle

I stood by the window, watching the city lights flicker below. The weight of the decision I had to make felt like a thousand pounds pressing against my chest. Damian was right behind me, silent, but his presence loomed large. I could feel his eyes on me, sensing the distance that had grown between us. He’d always been perceptive, but today, it was different. There was something in the air—something heavy, and I was about to crack.“I know you're hiding something,” Damian’s voice broke the silence, low and unwavering. “You’ve been different lately. We don’t hide things from each other. Whatever it is, we fight together. Always.”I closed my eyes, the tears threatening to spill. How could I explain this to him? How could I tell him that the very foundation of everything I’d built with him, everything I’d come to love, was built on a lie? Julian’s ultimatum. The truth about Evan. The threat to his life. How could I ever look him in the eyes and tell him that I was caught in the middle of