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CHAPTER ELEVEN: DESIRE (2)
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Winning Heaven's Heart CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT: THE ENEMY OF MY ENEMY
Lilian's POVGosh, I don't know why my useless maid won't stop bothering me. Mira has been going on and on about this food for hours.“Miss Lilian, please,” she says again, holding the tray pleadingly. “You need to eat something.”I can't even be bothered to look at her. I’m sitting in the vanity, staring at my own reflection, tracing the perfect lines of my face with my eyes. How could anyone resist this? How could he resist this?What the fuck happened to us?One moment, Damien was head over heels in love with me—obsessed, really. He didn't give a damn about his vows or his useless wife.Now, all of a sudden… he's what? In love with her??My stomach suddenly rumbles but I ignore it knowing my perfect figure has been curated from years of discipline.“Miss Lilian, please…” Mira begs again, her voice grating on my last nerve. And even though she probably means well, she's getting on my fucking nerves.“I said I'm not hungry!! Get out,” I snap, finally whipping my head around to glare
Winning Heaven's Heart CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN: A SEAT AT THE TABLE
Damien’s POVThe city peels past my windshield as I drive. My hands are steady on the wheel revealing my barely contained fury.I'm trying not to lose it. Really, I am.My father used to say a man’s worth could be measured by how well he could command a room and control his emotions. As I turn onto the private building, I park at the side, cut the engine, and sit for a beat longer than necessary.I laugh self deprecatingly at the situation I'm faced with. I didn’t expect it.I never would have expected it from him. And that, more than anything, irritates me.I step out of the car, taking a deep breath to appear calm. Cold. Inside, the floor is polished stone. The building's design is truly immaculate. The men stationed near the entrance nod respectfully as I enter. There was a time I thought I’d choose differently.Back then, the business was something I wanted nothing to do with. A family legacy that I had detested. But the world has a way of reminding you where you belong. When
Winning Heaven's Heart CHAPTER FORTY-SIX: I'M A PROFESSIONAL, I PROMISE
Heaven’s POVThe moment my legs start functioning again, I beeline straight for the bathroom before anyone can get a good look at me.I grip the sink and wince at my reflection. My hair looks like I tried to wrestle someone... and lost. My cheeks are still pink, and my neck—Dear God. Did he have to mark me too?I splash cold water on my face, trying to cool the heat still rolling through me. I dab at my lipstick, reapply, blot, reapply again because it’s still not looking right. I grab my comb and attempt to smooth my hair back into something resembling “I am a professional adult” instead of “my billionaire husband just pleasured me in the car.”I exhale shakily.“Okay. Okay. You’re fine. Everything is totally normal.”My reflection raises a very judgmental eyebrow but I can't do anything about it so I groan and step out of the restroom.My phone buzzes.Damien: Have a good day at work, babe.Me: I can’t even walk straight.Damien: Not my fault you’re easy for me, baby.My knees thr
Winning Heaven's Heart CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE: OUR KIND OF NORMAL
Damien’s POV She’s still curled in my lap, warm and soft, her cheek pressed over my heart like she’s listening to it beat just for her.My fingers trace idle patterns along her spine, through the thin silk of the little slip she slept in.The room smells faintly of sex and her vanilla-and-jasmine scent, and for the first time in hours, my head is blissfully quiet.I press my lips to her temple and feel her smile against my shirt.“You going into the office today, baby?” I ask, my voice still rough from what she did to me against the door.Her head jerks up, eyes widening. “Oh—that’s right.” She sits up straighter, hands gripping my shirt lightly. “I actually wanted to tell you something.”My brows lift. “What is it, baby?”Her cheeks flush that perfect shade of pink I’ll never get tired of. She swats my chest lightly. “Well, Sydney’s major investor for the new line just pulled out. Like, completely bailed. She’s panicking because they’re supposed to show at Paris Fashion Week in eigh
Winning Heaven's Heart CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR: STEADYING HIS STORM
Heaven’s POVMy eyes blink open into darkness.For a second, I don’t know why I wake up so early—until the empty space beside me registers.Damien isn’t here.I stretch my hand across the sheets. It's cold. A strange tug curls in my stomach.Where did he go? At this hour? Did something happen to him?I slip out of bed, wrapping my arms around myself as I pad across the room. The minute I step outside I hear the low voices coming from his study.Raised urgent voices.I freeze.What...are they talking about?My heartbeat kicks up, but my feet move on their own. I inch closer, blinking against the dim lighting, and press my ear to the door.“…not adding up—”“—Felix might’ve—”“—keep it quiet until—”I strain to hear more, my brows knitting tighter. What are they talking about? Why is Damien—Suddenly, there's complete silence.My breath catches.Shit.Before I can step back, my husband's deep voice cuts through the thick quiet. “Baby… we know you’re there.”I jolt backward. Fuck. The h
Winning Heaven's Heart CHAPTER FORTY-THREE: BLOOD AT MY DOORSTEPS
Diego’s POV Why the fuck is the warehouse so cold? I don't know why I have to be the one to deal with this dumb bimbo.I'd never even understood how Damien preferred this fake plastic slut to his gorgeous wife but whatever, that's not my business. At least his brain is back.I shove the gun barrel under Lilian’s chin, and her whole body trembles. “Move,” I mutter, annoyed at the speed she's walking with.I don’t know what she did. Damien didn’t tell me, and I didn’t ask cause I don't care. Orders are orders. And you don’t survive in Damien’s circle by being curious. You survive by shutting up and doing the damn job.Her heels scrape against the floor as I march her inside. She barely fights, just stares at me with fear. Ugh, weak people grate my nerves the most.I drop her onto the chair in the center of the room. And I’m looping a rope around her wrist when—CLANG.A metal impact from somewhere in the dark.What the fuck? Is there someone here?“Stay put,” I growl, even though she
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