Semua Bab THE BILLIONAIRE’S OBSESSION : Bab 71 - Bab 80

Sienna paced the length of the suite, her nerves fraying with every second that passed. The silence felt suffocating, pressing in on her like a vice. Damien had been gone for hours, leaving only a cryptic promise that he’d handle things. But handling things in Damien’s world often meant playing with fire, and she wasn’t sure if he’d come out unscathed this time. She glanced at her phone for the hundredth time. No messages. No calls. The gnawing unease in her stomach twisted into full-blown panic. Just when she was about to call him, the door swung open. Damien stepped in, his expression unreadable, his movements precise yet burdened. He locked eyes with her, and in that moment, she knew something had gone terribly wrong. His suit jacket was gone, his white dress shirt slightly unbuttoned at the collar, revealing a tense line of muscle. His hands were shoved into his pockets, but Sienna noticed the subtle tremor in his fingers before he curled them into fists. "You’re back," sh

Sienna’s pulse pounded in her ears as Damien’s grip tightened around her wrist, his touch searing into her skin like fire. His emerald eyes burned with something dark, something she couldn’t decipher but it wasn’t just anger. It was something far more dangerous. “You think you can just walk away from me?” His voice was low, lethal. She swallowed hard, her heart hammering against her ribs. “Damien, let me go.” His jaw clenched, but he didn’t release her. Instead, he pulled her closer, until their bodies were nearly flush against each other. The heat radiating from him was intoxicating, and for a brief moment, she forgot why she was even trying to leave in the first place. “You’re mine, Sienna.” His breath ghosted against her lips, his fingers tightening on her waist. “No matter how much you fight it.” She shivered. Not from fear, but from the overwhelming force of the connection between them. Every rational part of her screamed to break free, to push him away and run but her

Sienna’s grip on the phone tightened, her breath uneven as Damien’s words settled deep in her chest. *You know where you belong.*She hated how easily he could say it, how effortlessly he could drag her back into the storm, as if she hadn’t just spent the past hour convincing herself she was done with him. But was she? Her silence stretched, thick and suffocating. “Sienna,” Damien’s voice was lower now, edged with something raw. “Say something.” She swallowed hard. “I can’t do this right now.” “You’ve been saying that for weeks.” “Because it’s true,” she snapped, her emotions slipping past the fragile control she had left. “I can’t keep doing this running to you, letting you consume me, only to end up right back where I started. I just lost someone tonight, Damien. Someone who actually cared about me, someone who—” “That’s what this is about?” His voice hardened. “Lucas?” Sienna pressed her eyes shut, her fingers trembling. “It’s not just about Lucas. It’s about ever

Sienna’s fingers trembled as she stared at the text message glowing on her phone. The sender was unknown, but the words sent an icy chill down her spine. "He’s lying to you. Ask him about Vienna."Her breath hitched, and her stomach twisted into knots. Vienna? The name meant nothing to her, but the way it was framed like a warning, like a bomb waiting to go off made her heart pound. She swallowed hard, rereading the message as if the letters would morph into something less sinister. Who sent this? And why now? The sound of running water from the en-suite bathroom filled the silence. Damien was in the shower, unaware of the storm brewing in her chest. Sienna turned the phone over in her hands, debating what to do. Should she ignore it? Delete it? Confront Damien the second he stepped out? Doubt gnawed at her. No. This was exactly how their relationship had fallen apart before secrets, unanswered questions, deception. She couldn’t go down that road again. Her grip on t

Sienna’s fingers curled into the bedsheets as she tried to process Damien’s words. "They think I still owe them."A slow, creeping dread spread through her chest. She forced herself to meet his gaze. “Owe them what, Damien?” His jaw tightened. “Everything.” Her breath hitched. “What does that even mean?” He ran a hand through his hair, frustration evident in the way his fingers trembled slightly. It was rare to see Damien unsettled, but whatever ghosts from his past had returned they were haunting him now. “I was never supposed to walk away,” he finally muttered. Sienna frowned. “Walk away from what?” Damien hesitated. Then, with a heavy sigh, he sat on the edge of the bed, his head dropping into his hands. “The people Vienna got involved with,” he said slowly, his voice thick with something dark. “I wasn’t just an outsider in her mess, Sienna. I was part of it.” A cold shiver ran down her spine. Damien lifted his gaze to her, the torment in his blue eyes unmista