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Her fathers ring
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The billionaire virgin wife Her fathers ring
The past doesn’t knock—it breaks inIsabella barely slept.Even wrapped in the expensive warmth of Damian’s penthouse sheets, she kept waking in a cold sweat, haunted by shadows with no faces and names that didn’t belong to her anymore.Every time she closed her eyes, she saw red heels and sharp smiles. Every time she exhaled, she heard Helena’s voice again—Then she won’t just be his secretary. She’ll be his ruin.She hadn’t told Damian what she overheard.Not yet.Because something had shifted inside her after last night’s reveal.If Damian had known her since Russia, if he’d kept that photo for years, then this wasn’t coincidence.This was design.And she wasn’t ready to ask why.The most powerful man in Manhattan slept under the same roof, two doors down, with a picture of her tucked away like a secret he never planned to share.By 6:40 a.m., she was already seated at her desk outside Damian’s office. Earlier than usual, but not early enough to stop the gnawing feeling in her chest
The billionaire virgin wife Red heels and sharp smiles
A smile can be sharper than a knifeIsabella turned from the kettle slowly.The breakroom was empty—at least, it looked that way. But she had felt it again. That weight behind her neck. That prickling instinct she’d learned not to ignore.The scent of vanilla and money drifted in before the click of her heels. Isabella didn’t have to turn around to know it wasn’t just another intern. There was a presence some women wore like perfume, expensive, confident, lethal. And this one was laced with warning.She turned slowly, heart already picking up pace.Afriaid of who she might see when she turns.“Isabella, right?”The woman’s heels had clicked too confidently. Too deliberately.And she didn’t blend in.No one wore red heels in Jaxon Corp. No one except her.Helena Knight. Damian’s sister-in-law.She hadn’t even known he had a sister-in-law until yesterday, when his assistant had whispered it under her breath while filing the floor’s clearance records.Helena was married to Damian’s older
The billionaire virgin wife The Line You Can’t Cross
sometimes the danger hides behind protection The cold wind scraped against her cheeks, but Isabella didn’t move.She stood at the edge of the penthouse balcony, thirty-nine stories above the city, her hands gripping the glass railing like it could anchor her to reality.The truth was still echoing in her skull.“I didn’t hire you because of your résumé… I hired you because I couldn’t forget you.”“I want to keep you.”Those words didn’t feel romantic.They felt like chains.Behind her, the sliding door opened. Softly. No footsteps. Just presence. She didn’t turn around.“Was any of it real?” she asked.Damian’s voice didn’t answer right away. “What do you mean?”She exhaled slowly. “The interview. The job. The keycard. The drawer. All of it. Did you orchestrate everything just to keep me here?”“No.”“Liar.”She heard him stop two feet behind her.“You didn’t think I’d find out?” she whispered. “That you watched me? Followed me? That you kept a photo of me from years ago?”His voice
The billionaire virgin wife The girl in the photograph
Damian rarely misjudged people.He’d spent his entire adult life detecting lies, reading fear like a language, picking apart smiles that concealed daggers. In boardrooms, he thrived. In war zones, he survived. And in business, he dominated.Because Damian didn’t get emotional.Emotions were leverage. Noise. Clutter.He never let them in.Until her.Until tonight.She sat on the guest bed now, her back straight, her fingers wrapped around the old photo like it might fall apart if she let go.But Isabella Volkov wasn’t any of those things.She wasn’t a strategist.She wasn’t a threat.She was a ghost.The girl he’d never been able to forget.She looked up at him with wide, stunned eyes. Vulnerable, but not weak. There was something fierce in her confusion. Like her instincts wanted to run but her heart wasn’t ready to follow.He watched her silently, the tension between them thickening like storm clouds before a downpour.Her voice came out small.“Who gave you this?”He didn’t move. “N
The billionaire virgin wife The Penthouse
The private elevator rose without a sound, but Isabella’s heart roared like thunder in her chest.She was alone with him. Again.Damian Knight stood beside her, motionless, composed, unreadable and with one hand in his coat pocket, the other gripping a phone that hadn’t lit up once. He hadn’t said a word since they stepped in, and yet his presence filled every inch of space between them. It wasn’t loud. It was… unshakable.Like a shadow that didn’t need sunlight to exist.She tried to keep still, but her fingers kept brushing against the edge of her coat. Her jaw tightened. Her breathing stilled, she tried not to fidget but her hands gave her away.She stared straight ahead. She was trembling He didn’t look at her until the elevator reached the thirty-ninth floor. Then, almost without emotion, he turned his head slightly and said, “You’re shaking“I’m not.”“You are.”She pressed her hands tighter in her lap. “I’ve never been in a penthouse before.”“You’ll get used to it.”There was
The billionaire virgin wife He’s Watching Me
After the man stepped into the elevator and vanished, Isabella stayed frozen for several moments. The scent he left behind—citrus and smoke—still clung to the air like an invisible fingerprint.She forced herself to focus. To breathe.Damian hadn’t called her in. No one on the floor looked alarmed. Life at Jaxon Corp was moving like a well-oiled machine. Maybe that was what scared her the most was how easily a threat could slip in and out of such a place without anyone blinking.She turned back to her screen, heart pounding against her ribs. Her fingers hovered above the keyboard as she reviewed the updated call logs, the investor summaries Damian had forwarded, the legal brief she was supposed to revise by noon. It all felt pointless now. Fragile.But she worked anyway.By 11:50, she needed air.She slipped out of the executive floor and rode the elevator down to the twelfth, where the Jaxon Café buzzed quietly. She ordered a coffee she wouldn’t finish and a sandwich she wouldn’t tou
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