Todos los capítulos de A BILLIONAIRE'S MARRIAGE DEAL: Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

The hidden tunnel opened into a private underground parking space — sleek black SUV waiting with its engine cold but ready. Damon tapped a code into his watch, and the armored plates quietly unlocked with a click.Sarah climbed in beside him, pulse drumming against her ribs like a warning she refused to obey. She buckled her seatbelt and inhaled slowly… steadying herself.Damon slid behind the wheel, jaw clenched, hands steady. “Lucas is already at the transfer point with Alex,” he said, his voice clipped with focus. “We’ll meet them soon, but first, there’s somewhere we need to go.”She studied his profile — the dangerous calm, the sharp intelligence behind every move. Something had changed in him. He wasn’t reacting to the enemy anymore.He was planning their downfall.“Where?” she asked.Damon’s expression hardened. “To the source of the leak.”Her stomach tightened. “You think the traitor is close?”“I know it.” He shifted into drive, the SUV humming to life.They emerged onto a ra

Damon paced the dim substation like a caged predator — controlled only by the thread of Sarah’s hand curled around his wrist. Rain hammered the metal roof above them, each drop striking like an impatient warning.Alex was in danger. And the enemy was no longer hiding in shadows.“Damon,” Sarah said gently. “We need a plan, not panic.”His eyes lifted to hers — dark, burning, but focused. “You’re right.”Lucas, still recovering on the floor, coughed out a humorless laugh. “She usually is.”Damon ignored the comment, his attention zeroing in on the schematics posted on a rusted control panel.“This utility network connects to emergency transit tunnels,” he said, tracing a path with his finger. “We can intercept the van moving Alex.”Sarah leaned closer, studying the map. “But if they planned separation, they’ll anticipate pursuit. It’s a trap.”Damon turned, cupping her jaw. Not soft — grounding. “I don’t care. If Alex suffers even a bruise because of me—”“He won’t.” Sarah placed her h

The moment the hospital door closed behind them, Damon’s focus snapped into full precision mode. The fire, the chaos, the near-misses — all of it sharpened his mind like a blade. Katrina had overplayed her hand. Now it was time to take control.Lucas spread a digital map across the hospital’s secured laptop — drones, city grids, and satellite feeds illuminated the dark room. Sarah leaned in beside him, alert and ready, her hands hovering near the keyboard in case her insight became necessary. She’d seen Damon in battle enough to know this wasn’t just about brute force. This was chess — lethal, calculated, unforgiving.“They’re moving fast,” Lucas said, pointing to several blinking markers. “Katrina’s inner circle has shifted — multiple safe houses, armored transport units. Whoever she trusts the most is coordinating movements from at least three locations simultaneously.”Damon’s jaw tightened. “We need to narrow the field. Prioritize the threat with the most influence over her operati

The first rays of dawn filtered through the Draven estate’s floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a pale gold light over the quiet living room. Damon sat in a leather armchair, Alex curled up on the couch, still exhausted from the previous night’s chaos. Sarah entered quietly, a cup of coffee in hand, and paused to watch them — the small family they had built amidst danger.Damon looked up as she approached, his dark eyes softening. “Morning,” he murmured, voice rough from little sleep.Sarah offered a small smile. “Morning. You look like hell.”He smirked faintly. “Only on the outside. Inside, I’m fully operational.”Alex stirred, rubbing his eyes, and Damon’s attention shifted immediately to him. “Good morning, champ,” he said gently. “Sleep well?”Alex nodded, his small fingers curling around Damon’s hand. “I had scary dreams,” he admitted quietly.Damon pulled him close, pressing a comforting kiss to the top of his head. “They’re gone now. You’re safe.”Sarah settled beside them, leani

The door to Alex’s room splintered under Damon’s force, wood cracking and splinters scattering across the floor. Smoke poured from the hallways, acrid and suffocating, but Damon didn’t falter. His focus was singular: Alex.Inside, the boy was huddled in the corner, tears streaking his cheeks, hands pressed over his ears. The masked operative from earlier was unconscious at the far side of the room, clearly incapacitated by Sarah’s precision shots.“Alex!” Sarah shouted, rushing to his side, her hands gentle as she brushed away his tears. “It’s okay, sweetheart. You’re safe. You’re really safe.”Alex clung to her, shaking. “They… they came back!” His voice trembled. “They said… they said—”“They won’t touch you again,” Damon said firmly, stepping close. His eyes swept the room, calculating exits and threats in microseconds. “No one is getting near you, Alex. Not now. Not ever.”The boy buried his face into Sarah’s chest, finally allowing himself to breathe again. Damon’s hand rested pro