Semua Bab THE BILLIONAIRE’S OBSESSION : Bab 61 - Bab 70

Luca’s laughter was a slow, mocking sound, filling the warehouse like a ghostly echo. Blood seeped from the bullet wound in his leg, soaking into the concrete floor beneath him, but he didn’t seem to care. If anything, he looked entertained. Sienna kept her gun trained on him, her grip firm despite the adrenaline pulsing through her veins. Her heart hammered, but she wouldn’t let him see any hesitation. “You lost,” she said coldly. Luca smirked, his dark eyes gleaming under the dim lighting. “Did I?” Damien crouched beside him, his expression unreadable. “Your men are dead. Your empire is crumbling. If you think you’re walking away from this, you’re more delusional than I thought.” Luca exhaled a short, humorless laugh. “You really think this ends with me?” He shifted slightly, wincing at the pain, but his smirk never faded. “You don’t get it, do you? There’s always someone bigger. Someone worse.” Damien’s jaw tightened. “We’ll deal with them too.” Luca chuckled, shaking

The streets were eerily quiet, but Sienna knew better than to believe in silence. It wasn’t safety it was a warning. Damien’s grip on her wrist was firm as they moved swiftly through the alleyways, Reese trailing behind them, his breathing ragged from the gunshot wound. The scent of damp concrete and gasoline filled the air, mixing with the lingering stench of gunpowder from the ambush they had barely escaped. Sienna’s mind was still racing. Who were those men? Luca’s allies? Or someone else entirely?“Where are we going?” she asked under her breath, glancing over her shoulder. No sign of their pursuers, but she knew they weren’t far behind. Damien didn’t break stride. “Somewhere they won’t find us.” Reese groaned. “I’d prefer somewhere with a drink and a first-aid kit.” They ducked into a dimly lit parking garage, the kind that reeked of oil and desperation. Damien led them up a flight of stairs to the rooftop, where they finally stopped. From this height, the city stretche

Darkness swallowed the warehouse, thick and suffocating. Sienna’s pulse pounded in her ears as the world plunged into chaos. The sudden blackout sent her senses into overdrive. The scuff of hurried footsteps. The sharp intake of breath. The cold hum of silence before the inevitable storm. Then gunfire. The sharp crack split through the air, ricocheting against metal crates. Sienna dropped low, instinct kicking in before thought. A grunt of pain. A body hitting the floor. Her breath hitched. Damien. Blindly, she reached out, her fingers brushing against something solid his arm. Warm, tense. Alive. Move, he rasped, pulling her behind cover. Another shot rang out. Sparks flew as the bullet embedded itself in the crate beside them. Reese’s voice cut through the darkness. I swear to God, I’m going to kill Luca myself. Sienna’s fingers tightened into fists. This wasn’t just a warning. Luca had set them up. Damien’s grip on her arm was firm. We’re getting out of this. Sta

The world outside the police car blurred as Sienna’s mind raced. The flashing red and blue lights flickered through the window, casting eerie patterns across the interior. The tension in her chest was unbearable, pressing against her ribs like a vice. The officers in the front seats spoke in hushed voices, their words muffled by the hum of the engine. Her hands, still cuffed behind her back, ached from the rigid metal biting into her skin. She needed to think. She needed a way out. The night air was thick with the scent of saltwater as they drove past the docks, the ocean stretching endlessly into the darkness. The city skyline loomed in the distance, towering buildings illuminated by scattered neon lights. She stole a glance at Damien, who sat in another police car ahead of hers. His silhouette was rigid, unmoving. Her heart pounded. Damien always had a plan. Always. But this time, Luca had outplayed them. The thought sent a bitter chill through her veins. Luca

Sienna stood motionless in the middle of the penthouse, the silence left behind by Damien’s departure pressing down on her like a physical weight. The moment he had walked out, something inside her had cracked open, spilling a pain so raw it left her breathless. She wanted to chase after him, to beg him to stay, but her feet wouldn’t move. Instead, she sank onto the nearest couch, her mind replaying his last words over and over. *"Love isn’t enough, Sienna."* She covered her mouth, stifling a sob as she curled into herself. How had things spiraled this far out of control? She had thought she was protecting him protecting them but instead, she had only pushed him further away. Her phone buzzed on the table beside her, the sharp vibration shattering the stillness. She flinched before slowly reaching for it. Unknown number. Frowning, she hesitated before answering. "Hello?" A brief pause, then a voice she hadn't heard in years. "You’ve really done it now, haven’t yo