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Threads of Deception

Author: Vera knight
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-13 22:06:17

The hotel suite in Moscow was silent except for the low hum of Damian’s laptop. The curtains were drawn tight against the night, though faint streaks of neon from the city outside slipped through the gaps, casting sharp lines of color across the walls. The room smelled of coffee and stale air. Papers, folders, and empty cups littered every surface, turning the luxurious space into something more like a war room than a penthouse.

Damian sat hunched forward at the desk, his shirt sleeves rolled up, the top buttons undone, his tie long discarded on the floor. His jaw was shadowed with the rough stubble of several sleepless days. His eyes, bloodshot and ringed with exhaustion, were fixed on the screen before him. Each line of text he read pressed into his skull like a hammer, but he could not stop.

Every document, every testimony, every file he tore apart had one goal, to prove Isabella’s innocence. To strip away the lies Helena and her allies had wrapped around her like chains.

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  • The billionaire virgin wife   The Woman Fate Gave

    The city stretched beneath them like a galaxy of lights, Manhattan alive with its endless pulse. From the balcony of their penthouse, the night air carried a soft breeze, warm against Isabella’s skin. She leaned into the railing, her hand drifting instinctively to the gentle curve of her belly. The glow of the skyline seemed to mirror the quiet radiance within her, as if the universe itself was bowing to the life that was growing inside her.Behind her, Damian stepped out. His presence filled the space before he even spoke, that silent command he carried everywhere he went, but tonight there was something different. The edges of his dominance had been tempered by something richer, something deeper, as though the hard lines of the man had been softened by the very love he once believed he was unworthy of.He slipped his arms around her waist, pulling her back into the steel warmth of his chest. His hand covered hers, protective and sure, resting where their child grew. The simple gestu

  • The billionaire virgin wife    A New Beginning

    The applause from her speech still echoed in Isabella’s mind hours later as she sat in the quiet warmth of the penthouse. She hadn’t stopped smiling all evening. Damian had wrapped her in his arms after the gala, murmuring words of pride against her hair, and for once she truly believed she belonged in the world he had given her.The city glowed outside the floor to ceiling windows, skyscrapers shimmering like a galaxy of stars scattered across the earth. Cars below moved in glittering streams of red and white, the city alive, but in their home there was a cocoon of stillness. The penthouse felt like another world entirely, a world where she could breathe freely.Yet even here, the gnawing sensation in her stomach refused to let go. The dizziness. The waves of nausea she had been dismissing as nerves. The way her body felt both exhausted and alive at once. It all made too much sense, and the truth pressed closer with each passing breath.Her reflection in the mirror earlier had startl

  • The billionaire virgin wife   A Voice for the Voiceless

    The ballroom shimmered with light. Crystal chandeliers hung above rows of tables filled with reporters, philanthropists, and officials. Cameras clicked endlessly, their lenses drinking in every second. The air itself seemed charged, every breath heavy with expectation, every whispered conversation drowned out by the echo of what was about to unfold.At the center of the stage stood Isabella knight.Her palms were damp against the wooden podium, and she could feel her heart beating against her ribs as though it wanted to escape. She almost swayed under the weight of so many eyes upon her, but she didn’t retreat. Retreat was the one thing she had promised herself she would never do again. For weeks she had dreamed of this moment, and for years she had been silenced by fear, shame, and the poisonous whispers of others. Tonight, that ended.Damian sat in the front row, his shoulders broad and imposing, his presence like a mountain no one dared climb. He had been her shield in private batt

  • The billionaire virgin wife   Equal at His Side

    The boardroom was silent, but not with peace. It was the kind of silence that had weight, pressing against the chest, filling the lungs with unease. The tall windows behind Damian knight spilled morning light across polished oak and glass, yet the brightness only seemed to highlight the uncertainty in the air. Rows of executives sat in their high backed chairs, some leaning forward with carefully veiled interest, others reclined with arms crossed, their faces schooled into polite blankness. They had followed Damian for years. They had obeyed his every directive, carried out his vision with unquestioned loyalty.But this morning, they waited for something different.Damian rose first. His chair slid back with the sound of leather against stone flooring. Every pair of eyes tracked his movement. He was a man who rarely wasted words, and when he spoke, the world listened. That was the way of Damian knight. Yet today, he did not stand alone.Isabella rose with him.It was not a small gestu

  • The billionaire virgin wife   A House for the Forgotten

    The ink on her inheritance papers was barely dry, yet Isabella’s thoughts were already far from wealth. The lawyer’s words still echoed faintly in her ears, but she was no longer listening to numbers or percentages. Wealth had once been something distant, almost abstract, belonging to other people. Now it sat heavily in her hands, yet her mind wandered elsewhere, toward memories of cold nights, trembling hands, and a girl who had once felt invisible in the vast world.She sat at the long oak table in Damian’s office, blueprints spread before her like a sea of possibilities. The smell of parchment and ink filled the air, mingling with the faint scent of the fire burning in the hearth. Buildings. Walls. Empty spaces waiting for purpose. Accounts with numbers that once felt untouchable, now hers to direct with a single word, a single decision. For the first time, the power did not frighten her, it filled her with determination.“I don’t want palaces,” she said firmly, her voice carrying

  • The billionaire virgin wife   Restoring What Was Lost

    The lawyer’s office smelled faintly of polished wood and old paper, the kind of place where legacies were written and rewritten. The scent was not merely from furniture polish or the brittle pages of case files, but from generations of decisions and battles that had been fought within these walls. Every shelf lined with law books seemed to whisper of fortunes defended, of empires crumbling, of heirs who walked in defeated or triumphant. The heavy curtains filtered the afternoon sunlight into soft amber, painting the room with an air of solemn reverence. Isabella could almost imagine her father sitting here once, long before betrayal touched their lives, discussing estates and future plans with that same calm determination he had always carried. The thought pressed into her chest, bittersweet and sharp.Isabella sat between Damian and Eleanor, her palms pressed flat against the table as the final document was slid toward her. The cool surface beneath her fingers grounded her, though he

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