Semua Bab THE BILLIONAIRE’S OBSESSION : Bab 141 - Bab 150

The soft hush of morning wrapped itself around them like a warm cocoon.Sienna stirred slowly, her body entangled with Damien’s beneath the light sheets. The window shutters were slightly open, and sunlight spilled through them in golden slants, painting lines across the bed. Outside, the Aegean Sea sparkled like it was made of crushed diamonds, calm and endless.Damien’s arm was slung around her waist. His breathing was deep, steady. Peaceful.She studied his face the strong jaw that always tensed when he was holding something back, the slight crease between his brows that remained even in sleep, and the shadow of stubble along his cheek. This was the Damien the world never saw. Not the ruthless billionaire. Not the scandalized heir. Just… him.Her Damien.She slipped out of bed carefully, padded barefoot across the marble floor, and stepped onto the private terrace. A breeze swept over her, carrying the scent of sea salt and sun-warmed stone. She closed her eyes, letting it wash ove

The dinner was a trap.Not the kind you walked into unknowingly but the kind you stepped into with your eyes wide open, daring the other person to flinch first.Damien reserved a private room at one of the most exclusive rooftop restaurants in Manhattan. Sienna wore red bold, dangerous, and unforgettable. Damien’s charcoal suit was pressed to perfection, but beneath the surface, he was a storm held together by sheer control.Alec arrived ten minutes late, as if he owned the place.He walked in with that easy smile, that false warmth in his eyes, and hugged Damien like they were still brothers.You look good, man, Alec said. Greece must’ve been good to you.Damien’s expression didn’t change. He nodded once and gestured to the table.Sit. We have things to celebrate.Sienna poured champagne, her smile polite, too smooth to be genuine.Celebrate what exactly? Alec asked, swirling his glass.Loyalty, Damien replied. And the people who pretend to possess it.For a moment, Alec froze. His e

The city buzzed with noise, but inside the penthouse, it was too quiet.Damien sat on the edge of the bed, his elbows on his knees, staring down at the cryptic message Alec had posted. His phone dimmed and brightened again. Notifications were flooding in investors asking questions, journalists poking around, old acquaintances reaching out as if they had always cared.But none of that mattered.What mattered was the chill in Alec’s words.Just wait.Sienna walked in from the bathroom, her damp hair wrapped in a towel, her robe tied loosely around her waist. She saw the look in Damien’s eyes and knew instantly.He’s retaliating, she said.Not with facts. With fire. And shadows.Damien turned the screen toward her.Sienna read the words again, slowly. Her stomach twisted.This isn’t just a threat to you, Damien.I know.He’s going to come after me, she whispered.Damien stood and cupped her face in his hands.Let him try. I will bury him before he lays a single finger on you.She nodded,

Damien stood at the edge of the rooftop helipad, the wind tugging at his coat as the city lights flickered beneath him. It was past midnight, but sleep was a luxury he hadn’t known in days.Behind him, Logan approached cautiously.We traced the leak. The person who sent the courtroom footage to Alec works for one of your oldest affiliates someone you trusted.Damien didn’t even flinch.Name?Brent Lawson.Damien’s jaw clenched. Brent had been with the company for over seven years. Quiet. Reliable. Efficient.Or so he thought.Logan continued, Alec paid him to dig into old employee files, financial records, sealed case histories. Everything.How much did he take?Enough to ruin you.Damien turned slowly, eyes sharp like a blade.Then it’s time we start taking things back.Downstairs, Sienna sat cross-legged on the bed, surrounded by papers, files, and old court documents she hadn’t seen in years. The ones Alec was now threatening to release.Her heart ached, not from the pain of her pa

The air at the dock was thick with salt, smoke, and silence. Alec stared at the man standing in front of him the one he believed had disappeared for good.Luther Kane.Damien’s former security chief.Fired. Exiled. Silenced after a scandal Alec had orchestrated years ago to bury a major cover-up.You were supposed to be dead, Alec said slowly.Luther smirked.I was supposed to stay quiet. But you made one mistake.Alec narrowed his eyes.And what’s that?Luther stepped forward.You forgot I kept receipts.He pulled a slim flash drive from his coat and tossed it to Alec.On there are voice notes, signed contracts, offshore wire transfers, and about seven different crimes that would make the FBI salivate.Alec’s jaw clenched.You think blackmailing me will end well for you?This isn’t blackmail, Kane said, voice cold. It’s justice.I’m not handing it to the police.I’m handing it to Damien.Alec lunged, grabbing Luther’s collar, but the man barely flinched.Try it, and I’ll leak the fil