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Chapter eighty-five
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The Billionaire's Temporary Mistress Chapter Ninety-two
Sophie POVThe scent of vanilla and cinnamon, Lila’s favorite cookies usually wrapped the Blackstone penthouse kitchen in a warm, sugary embrace. Today, it felt like a suffocating blanket, thick and cloying, pressing down on me as I carefully placed another batch onto the cooling rack. The rhythmic “thump-thump-thump” of Lila’s forgotten soccer ball against the terrace door, a sound usually met with fond exasperation, now echoed with a hollow loneliness. Damien was sequestered in his study, the low, resonant murmur of his voice cutting through the silence, another late conference call with Tokyo for Blackstone Enterprises. The penthouse, usually a haven of controlled chaos and love, felt cavernous and unsettlingly still.Then my phone shattered the fragile peace. It vibrated violently on the Carrara marble countertop, the screen flashing with the name I dreaded seeing outside of scheduled parent-teacher conferences: “St. Agnes Academy;Ms. Henderson.” My fingers, dusted with flour, s
The Billionaire's Temporary Mistress Chapter Ninety-one
Sophie’s POV The quiet was deceptive. Not the peaceful hush of contentment that sometimes settled over the penthouse after Lila was tucked in, stories read, nightlight casting its gentle glow. This was a held breath. A fragile stillness stretched taut over unseen depths. The city lights beyond the vast windows glittered like scattered diamonds on black velvet, indifferent to the tremors running beneath the surface of our hard-won peace.Damien lay beside me, finally asleep after hours of restless shifting. The tension hadn’t left his body; it had merely sunk deeper, coiling in the hard lines of his shoulders, the slight furrow between his brows even in unconsciousness. Moonlight silvered the stark planes of his face, making him look carved from marble, beautiful, powerful, yet terrifyingly vulnerable. I traced the line of his jaw with my gaze, my own body humming with a low-level anxiety that had become a familiar, unwelcome companion."Two months." Two months since the discarded te
The Billionaire's Temporary Mistress Chapter Ninety
Sophie's POV The penthouse, once a gleaming monument to power and isolation, now thrummed with a different kind of energy. It wasn't the frantic pulse of crisis, nor the brittle tension of the countdown. It was the warm, complex, sometimes messy symphony of healing. Of life, cautiously rebuilding itself after the earthquake. **Autumn**Sunlight, rich and golden, streamed through the vast windows, painting long rectangles across the deep rug in the living room. In the center of one pool of light, knelt Damien Blackstone. Not the CEO, not the avenger, but simply... Papa. Before him, seated cross-legged with intense concentration wrinkling her small nose, was Lila. Between them lay a battlefield of polished ebony and maple: a chessboard.Damien’s large hands, capable of signing billion-dollar deals or crushing threats, now moved with infinite care. He picked up a pawn, Lila’s pawn. "See this little soldier, sweetheart?" His voice was a low rumble, softened into a gentleness that
The Billionaire's Temporary Mistress Chapter eighty-nine
Sophie’s POV The silence that followed Judge Peterson’s gavel wasn't silence at all. It was the roaring vacuum left after a detonation. Sound rushed back in fractured waves: Alister’s guttural snarl of rage, the sharp scrape of his chair as he lunged forward only to be physically restrained by his lawyer and a vigilant bailiff; the gasps and murmurs rippling through the spectators like startled birds; the frantic clicking of camera shutters capturing Damien on his knees, Lila fused to his chest; Franklin’s shaky exhalation of pure relief beside me; and beneath it all, the frantic, fading drumbeat in my own ears, "thirty-seven hours."But the loudest sound was the one echoing in the cavernous space Damien’s heart had just become. It was the sound of walls built over a lifetime of control and isolation crashing down, replaced by the raw, unfiltered torrent of love pouring from him into the small, trembling body clinging to him. He held Lila like she was the only anchor in a hurricane,
The Billionaire's Temporary Mistress Chapter eighty-eight
Sophie’s POV The air in the cavernous, wood-paneled courtroom tasted like dust and dread. High ceilings echoed with the rustle of expensive suits, the muted coughs of spectators, the sharp clicks of lawyerly heels on polished marble. Sunlight streamed through tall, arched windows, illuminating swirling motes of dust that danced like trapped spirits. It felt less like a hall of justice and more like an arena, cold and impersonal, where our fragile future was about to be dissected. "Thirty-seven hours." The numbers blazed behind my eyes, a countdown synchronized with the frantic thud of my heart against my ribs.Beside me, Lila sat rigidly upright in the too-large chair, her small feet dangling inches above the floor. She was a vision of heartbreaking vulnerability in the simple blue dress John had miraculously procured, her dark hair neatly braided. Yet, beneath the surface calm, I felt the tremor running through her slight frame, a constant vibration of terror. Her hand, icy cold, wa
The Billionaire's Temporary Mistress Chapter eighty-seven
Sophie’s POV - Expanded The Blackstone penthouse, usually a monument to cool power and sleek control, felt utterly alien. Silence, thick and watchful, had replaced the city’s hum beyond the bulletproof glass. It wasn't peaceful; it was the silence after a bomb blast, the kind where every creak of the floorboards, every sigh of the climate control, felt like an intrusion. In the center of this unnerving quiet, radiating a silent storm of her own, sat Lila.Three days. "Sixty-nine hours." The numbers pulsed behind my eyes, a relentless counterpoint to the fragile rhythm of Lila’s breathing. She hadn’t spoken. Not a word. Not a whimper since that tiny, choked sound at the fire scene. She sat curled like a wounded fawn in the center of the vast, cream-colored sofa in the living room, dwarfed by its opulence. The grey blanket from the fire truck was still wrapped tightly around her thin shoulders, a grimy, char-scented shield against a world that had burned her twice over. Her dark eyes,
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