Library
Maghanap
Home / Romance / Vegas Vows: A Billionaire's Gamble / Confrontation

Share

Confrontation

Author: Lucky
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-11-02 21:33:14

Chapter 16:

(Sophia's POV)

The sound of the elevator echoed softly through the hallway.

He was home.

For a moment, I couldn’t move. My heart was beating so fast it hurt. The phone screen still glowed on the floor beside me, the words burning into my eyes.

DAMIAN AND CLARA: LOVE IS BACK!

That headline was like a knife. I had read it again and again, hoping it would somehow change. But it didn’t. It stayed there, cold and cruel, flashing like a warning sign in the dark.

I took a deep breath and wiped my face with shaky hands. My tears had dried, but the pain in my chest was still there. It was sharp, heavy, and real.

I looked at the small suitcase I had packed. It sat by the door, filled with my things—the only things that were truly mine. The dresses, the jewelry, the luxury around me—none of it belonged to me. It never had.

The elevator door closed again. I heard footsteps. Slow, steady, confident. The sound of a man who never lost control.

Damien Lancaster.

The
Patuloy na basahin ang aklat na ito nang libre
I-scan ang code upang i-download ang App
Nakaraang Kabanata Susunod na kabanata
Locked Chapter

Pinakabagong kabanata

  • Vegas Vows: A Billionaire's Gamble   Invitation

    --- Chapter 55: (Damien’s POV) The invitation felt heavier than paper should feel. It rested in my hand like a verdict, printed on thick, cream-colored cardstock, the letters pressed in gold foil that caught the light every time I moved it. This wasn’t just an announcement. It wasn’t just an event. It was a declaration. A rebirth. A war. And a quiet statement of my irrelevance. It had been addressed simply to Mr. D. Lancaster. No title. No warmth. No familiarity. The envelope had been plain, sealed carefully, delivered by a courier who disappeared before security could even log his arrival. A ghost delivery. Clean. Intentional. It had Sophia written all over it. I stood by the window of my penthouse office, the city lights glowing beneath me, the invitation still in my hand two hours after Lila had walked out and shattered what little denial I had left. The paper felt cold. Fragile. As if one wrong move would tear it in half. I read it again. Lancaster Designs Presents t

  • Vegas Vows: A Billionaire's Gamble   Lila's Intervention

    Chapter 54: (Damien’s POV)The air in my office felt thick and stale, like it hadn’t been replaced in days. It smelled of polished wood, expensive cologne, and something darker—regret. The kind of regret that settles into your bones and refuses to leave.It had been days since I destroyed Ethan Blake’s deal. Days since Marcus stood in this very room and said the words that still echoed in my head: You are not protecting her. You are punishing her.No matter how hard I worked, I couldn’t escape them.I had thrown myself into business with a brutal focus. I closed deals at record speed. I restructured assets that didn’t even need restructuring. I created chaos where there was none, just to keep my mind busy. Meetings blurred into calls. Calls blurred into contracts. I barely slept.But when night came, when the penthouse went silent, Sophia’s absence filled every corner. Her laughter no longer echoed down the hallway. Her quiet presence was gone. And no amount of money or motion could

  • Vegas Vows: A Billionaire's Gamble   Sabotage

    Chapter 53: (Damien’s POV)The Lancaster Group office was the only place where I felt like I could breathe, like I could think. Outside these walls, the city buzzed and roared with indifference, but in here, I was in control—or at least, I pretended I was. My corporate armor felt heavier today, thicker somehow, as if it needed to protect me not just from the world, but from myself.The aftermath of the St. Regis disaster still lingered, an invisible weight pressing against my chest. Clara was taken care of. Legally neutralized, silenced by a non-disclosure agreement, and rewarded handsomely to keep her mouth shut about the wine she had laced. I told myself it was business, nothing personal. But the truth was, every cent I spent to buy her silence left a bitter taste in my mouth.Marcus had been dealt with differently. He didn’t need a silence agreement or a payoff. He had received a raise—astronomical, by all standards—a formal apology, and strict orders never to speak about that nig

  • Vegas Vows: A Billionaire's Gamble   Anchor

    Chapter 52: (Sophia’s POV) The next day, I gave in to Ethan’s quiet persistence. Not because I was ready for company, but because the silence when Lila was at work was too heavy, too inviting for the memory of Damien Lancaster’s betrayal to creep in. “Just for an hour,” I told Ethan when he walked back into the apartment, carrying a pizza box that smelled exactly like the cheap, delicious, greasy slices we used to share in college. We sat on the floor of the living room. The TV was off. There were no flashing screens or aggressive headlines. Just the sound of the rain starting again, soft and steady on the fire escape outside. Being near Ethan was like stepping back in time, a necessary retreat from the high-stakes, high-wire act my life had become. He didn't ask about Damien. He didn't ask about the headlines. He didn't even ask about the collection pinned to the board. He simply talked about Paris, about the irritating customs delays he’d had, and about his sister's ridiculou

  • Vegas Vows: A Billionaire's Gamble   Ashes

    Chapter 51: (Sophia’s POV) The dim light of the second bedroom in Lila’s apartment offered no comfort, only shadows that mirrored the state of my soul. It had been days since the headline dropped, days since the sight of Damien's furious, possessive kiss with Clara had frozen the blood in my veins. I sat cross-legged on the floor beside the drafting table, the headline photo—printed, now, because the digital image kept reappearing like a virus—crumpled tightly in my fist. My eyes were dry, exhausted from a reservoir of tears that had simply run out. Now, there was only the cold, steady ache of devastation. The sketches of my new collection, ‘Unscripted,’ lay untouched. They were meant to be vibrant, defiant, a declaration of my independence. But independence felt fragile, purchased with the currency of utter heartbreak. I felt less like a phoenix rising and more like cold ash scattered on the floor. My mind was a painful, self-destructive loop, cycling through every momen

  • Vegas Vows: A Billionaire's Gamble   Entrapment

    Chapter 50: (Damien’s POV)The engagement dinner was a farce.It was beautiful and glittering, but completely hollow.It existed only for corporate survival.We were at the Four Seasons, in a private dining room.The windows overlooked the glowing chasm of Manhattan.Around us were board members, rival CEOs, and obedient sycophants.Every necessary piece of my prison was present.I moved through the evening on autopilot.I was a puppet, controlled by invisible strings—market stability and self-loathing.I delivered a bland, careful toast.I spoke about “rekindling deep friendships” and “the enduring strength of the Lancaster legacy.”My voice was flat.My eyes were empty.Clara, however, was radiant.She played her role perfectly.Her hand rested on my forearm at the right moments.Her expression showed gentle affection mixed with professional pride.She looked like the ideal partner.She was everything Sophia was not.Predictable.Contained.Cold.As the evening dragged on, the alco

Higit pang Kabanata

Maaari mong magustuhan

Galugarin at basahin ang magagandang nobela
Libreng basahin ang magagandang nobela sa GoodNovel app. I-download ang mga librong gusto mo at basahin kahit saan at anumang oras.
Libreng basahin ang mga aklat sa app
I-scan ang code para mabasa sa App
DMCA.com Protection Status