Semua Bab THE BILLIONAIRE’S OBSESSION : Bab 131 - Bab 140

The black SUV pulled away from the curb in a slow, calculated motion. The man behind the wheel wore dark shades and a stony expression, but his eyes remained fixed on the towering skyscraper in his rearview mirror. In his hand was a silenced pistol. Under the driver’s seat lay a dossier with one name circled in red ink.Sienna Carter.His instructions had been clear.No witnesses.No hesitation.Inside the high-rise building, Damien’s office buzzed with quiet urgency. Armed security personnel lined the halls in civilian disguise. Surveillance feeds rotated on the giant screens behind Adrian’s desk. Everyone was on edge, yet pretending to function like it was just another Monday.Sienna sat near the large glass window, a steaming cup of chamomile tea in her hands, but her nerves refused to settle. Every time a phone rang or footsteps echoed outside the door, her heart jumped.“You don’t have to stay here,” Damien said gently, coming over to sit beside her.She looked at him. “I’m not r

The wind howled outside as rain lashed against the tall windows of the penthouse. Lightning cracked across the sky, painting jagged shadows on the marble floor. Inside, the atmosphere was heavy, like the entire building was holding its breath. The storm was nothing compared to what was happening between them.Sienna stood in the hallway, barefoot and frozen, her reflection staring back at her from the tall mirror. But it wasn’t her not really. Not anymore. The woman in the mirror looked the same, but something behind her eyes had changed.Everything she thought she knew had been shatteredEvery memory suddenly felt borrowedEvery breath felt like it belonged to someone elseA projectAn experimentNot just a target, but a blueprintHer hand touched the cool glass of the mirror. She traced her own features with her gaze, wondering how something so familiar could now feel like a lie.Behind her, footsteps approached. Slow. Hesitant. She didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. She

The flash drive felt heavier than it should have. Like it held the weight of everything Damien never told her. Sienna sat at the vanity table, her laptop open, fingers hovering over the keys as the drive loaded. Her heart thudded in her chest like a warning drum. Whatever she was about to see… it would change everything.The folder opened.Dozens of encrypted files lined the screen, most labeled with vague names. Some had numbers. Others had initials she didn’t recognize. And one… was labeled *V.K.*Vincent Knight.Her pulse spiked.She clicked it.At first, all she saw were scanned documents. Legal contracts. Bank transfers. Shell companies with names that meant nothing until she looked closer. One of the companies had an address she recognized.It was a charity organization Damien had donated millions to just last year.But the paper trail said otherwise.The funds had been rerouted through a dummy foundation and landed right in Vincent’s offshore account.She covered her mouth, her

The silence in the penthouse wasn’t peaceful it was loud, piercing, and sharp like broken glass scattered across marble floors. Sienna sat on the edge of the bed, her back straight, fingers twisted in the hem of her dress as she stared at the floor like it held all the answers she’d stopped asking for.Damien stood by the window, unmoving, the city lights casting golden shadows on his clenched jaw. Neither of them had spoken for several minutes. Not after she told him what she’d discovered. Not after she whispered the one question that had shattered the last thread of trust between them.You knew about my mother all along, didn’t you?She hadn’t screamed. She hadn’t cried. She just asked the question with the kind of calm that made his blood turn cold.And he hadn’t denied it. That was the worst part. He hadn’t said a word. No lies. No explanations. Just silence.Sienna slowly stood, her movements painfully controlled, like a puppet trying not to fall apart in front of the one who cut

The morning sunlight slipped through the cracks in the curtain, delicate and warm, but it wasn’t the light that woke Sienna it was the soft, steady rhythm of Damien’s heartbeat beneath her ear.She lay curled against his bare chest, tangled in the sheets and in him. His arm was draped protectively around her waist, his fingers absentmindedly stroking her spine in a lazy rhythm that grounded her more than any words ever could.It felt safe.It felt real.But safety, she’d learned, was always temporary in Damien’s world.She tilted her face up to study him. His eyes were closed, lashes casting faint shadows against his cheekbones. For a moment, he looked peaceful. Vulnerable. Like the weight he carried had momentarily loosened its grip.And for the first time in a long time, she allowed herself to imagine a future. Not just fragments or fantasies but actual mornings like this. Shared coffee. Arguments over who finished the milk. Laughter in the kitchen. Maybe even Her thoughts were cut