All Chapters of The Billionaire's secret hair: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The helicopter blades whirred above them, slicing through the night like a furious heartbeat. Damian’s arm was firm around Sienna’s waist as they sprinted toward the landing pad, Julian cradled protectively in her arms.“Keep moving!” Damian barked over the noise, his gaze scanning every shadow. Mia brought up the rear, weapon still hot from their firefight.Sienna’s lungs burned with every breath, but she didn’t slow. She couldn’t. Not when Julian’s life was hanging by a thread.They reached the chopper just as its side door slid open. Another member of Damian’s team, his face bloodied but alert, helped haul them inside.“Let’s go!” Damian shouted, slamming the door shut behind them.The pilot didn’t need to be told twice. The helicopter lifted off in a sudden, stomach-lurching surge, leaving the burning lights of the villa—and the nightmare they’d just escaped—far below.For a moment, no one spoke. The only sound was the thrum of the blades and Julian’s soft sobs against Sienna’s sh

Damian stared out the window of the safe house’s library, his reflection fractured by the glass. Beyond the secured perimeter, the ocean swelled and crashed, but he heard none of it. All he could focus on was the sound of his heartbeat pounding in his ears.They weren’t safe. Not yet. Maybe not ever.“Sienna and Julian are okay,” Mia’s voice came from behind him, steady but edged with exhaustion. “For now.”“For now,” Damian repeated under his breath. He couldn’t settle for *for now*. He needed *forever*. But the past had finally caught up with him—and it was uglier than he’d feared.He turned slowly. Mia stood in the doorway, arms crossed, the faint smear of dried blood still on her temple. She was as battle-hardened as they came, but even she looked shaken.“The man we captured,” Mia said. “He’s ex-military. Special forces. And he wasn’t here for ransom.”Damian’s hands clenched into fists at his sides. “He was here for Julian.”Mia nodded. “And Sienna. If you hadn’t gotten there wh

The private jet hummed steadily as Damian stared out the window, his jaw tight and mind sharper than ever. Beside him, Mia tapped on her tablet, scrolling through intel at a rapid pace.“Her last transmission came from here,” Mia said, turning the screen toward him. “A remote estate outside Marrakech. Heavy security. No way in without them seeing you first.”Damian’s lip curled. “Good. Let them see me.”Mia lifted an eyebrow but said nothing. She knew him well enough by now—this wasn’t about stealth. It was about confrontation.“You know it’s a trap,” she said quietly.“I’m counting on it.”Meanwhile, at the Safe House Sienna stood at the floor-to-ceiling windows of Damian’s off-grid estate. The mountains beyond were rugged, cloaked in mist, offering a sense of quiet that felt almost unnatural after the chaos they’d fled.Julian played quietly nearby with his toy airplane, making soft engine sounds as he swooped it through the air. His innocence in the moment made Sienna’s heart ach

The hum of the private jet was low and steady, a soothing backdrop to the chaos they'd just left behind. Sienna sat near the window, her arms wrapped tightly around Julian, watching clouds drift by like pale ghosts in the sky. The sun was beginning to set, casting golden light across his soft curls as he rested against her shoulder. She pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead, inhaling his familiar scent. He was safe. They both were. But even now, miles above the world and supposedly out of danger, the quiet tremor of fear refused to leave her chest. Her grip on Julian tightened unconsciously. It had been too close. The fear, the uncertainty, the sheer terror of almost losing him—it was still a weight pressing against her ribs, making it hard to breathe. “You okay?” Damian’s voice was low but firm, cutting through the silence. It was the same tone he used when he was trying to sound calm, even if his world was cracking beneath him. Sienna opened her eyes and found him sitting

Sienna woke with a start, the faint sound of footsteps echoing in the hallway outside the bedroom. For a split second, she forgot where she was. Her heart pounded in her chest as she sat up, disoriented by the luxurious furnishings and the unfamiliar scent of crisp linen.Damian’s penthouse.She exhaled slowly, forcing herself to relax. The events of the past few days came flooding back—Julian’s kidnapping attempt, the assault on the island, and the terrifying escape. She ran a hand through her tangled hair and glanced at the clock. 4:37 AM. She’d barely slept.A soft knock at the door startled her. She climbed out of bed quietly and padded across the room, careful not to wake Julian who was still curled beneath the blankets.When she cracked the door open, Damian stood there in a black T-shirt and gray sweatpants, his hair slightly mussed. He looked tired, like he hadn’t slept either.“You’re awake,” he said quietly.“Not really,” she admitted. “Just… restless.”He nodded, glancing p