A BILLIONAIRE'S MARRIAGE DEAL のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 131 - チャプター 140

The night hung heavy over the city, smoke rising from the buildings that had borne witness to the Dravens’ latest confrontation. Damon, Sarah, and Alex crouched behind a low wall on the adjacent rooftop, catching their breath. Lou and Lucas checked their surroundings, eyes sharp, scanning every shadow for movement.Alex shivered, clutching Sarah’s jacket. “Are they going to come back?” he whispered, fear threading through his words.Sarah brushed his hair back gently. “They can try, sweetheart. But we’re ready for them. And we’ll keep you safe, no matter what.”Damon’s eyes scanned the streets below. The fires and chaos weren’t just collateral — they were messages. Katrina’s operatives were showing that the Dravens were vulnerable, that even with strategy, love, and courage, the danger never truly ceased.He placed a hand on Sarah’s shoulder. “Tonight is only the beginning. They’ll escalate, and we need to anticipate their next moves.”Sarah nodded. She tightened her grip on Alex, then

The penthouse was quiet, deceptively so. Damon sat in the corner office, dark eyes scanning the encrypted files they had seized from the warehouse. Every line of data, every communication, was a piece of a puzzle — a puzzle that revealed the full scope of Katrina’s lingering network and the hidden enemies still embedded within the city.Sarah entered, still damp from the rain outside, Alex trailing behind her. She moved with a quiet authority, her eyes meeting Damon’s. “What have we found?”Damon gestured to the files spread across the desk. “Enough to know this isn’t over. There’s a deeper layer — someone manipulating the pieces from the shadows, someone we didn’t see coming. And it’s personal.”Alex tugged at Sarah’s hand, breaking the tension. “Are we going to be okay?” His voice was small but firm.Sarah knelt, brushing his hair back. “We’re going to be okay, baby. We always are, because we stick together.”Damon’s gaze softened as he watched them. He moved closer, placing a hand o

The city lights shimmered across the wet streets as Damon drove the SUV, Sarah beside him, eyes sharp and alert. The calm of the morning and the quiet hours had been deceptive. Lucas’s urgent message had shattered the fragile peace: Alex had been targeted. Someone had tracked them, discovered his location, and taken action.Sarah’s hand gripped Damon’s, strength and fear intertwined. “Where is he?”Damon’s jaw tightened. “Safe for now, but not for long. Whoever did this knows our routines. They’re bold. Calculated. And they want to hurt us where it matters most.”Sarah’s eyes burned with determination. “Then we make them regret it. Tonight, we end this — for good.”The team was already in motion. Lou coordinated surveillance, blocking escape routes and monitoring threats. Lucas decrypted communications, feeding real-time intel to Damon and Sarah. Every plan, every contingency was laid out with precision. But this time, the stakes were personal, and that sharpened their focus like nothi

The silence that followed the chaos was almost disorienting.Hours had passed since the warehouse assault. Alex slept peacefully in his room, wrapped in the safety he had nearly lost. Dawn stretched its soft palette over the skyline, brushing the penthouse windows with gentle hues of pink and pale amber. The world outside began its daily hum — horns, morning chatter, the familiar buzz of the city waking up.Inside, however, there was stillness. A calm earned through fire.Sarah stood by the balcony again, but this time, she wasn’t trembling. Her fingers lightly touched the cool glass as she watched the sun emerge over Brooklyn. She breathed slowly, deeply. For the first time in months, her lungs didn’t feel tight with fear.Footsteps approached quietly behind her.Damon.His movements were slower than usual — exhaustion wrestling with adrenaline’s remnants. But his eyes found her, and that was all the energy he needed. He rested his hand on the small of her back.“You didn’t sleep,” he

Sarah woke to the soft warmth of sunlight drifting across the sheets, painting golden trails along the bedroom walls. Damon’s side of the bed was warm, recently vacated, but without the emptiness that used to linger when he moved away. His presence filled the room — the faint scent of his cologne, the rumpled imprint beside her, the certainty that he would return.She stretched, letting the peace of the moment settle inside her. A day without gunfire or alarms was still unfamiliar, almost precious.She wrapped the sheets around herself and stepped quietly into the hallway, drawn by the sound of soft voices. When she reached the dining room, the sight waiting there froze her — in the best way.Alex sat at the table, swinging his legs freely, a small carton of juice in hand. Damon was standing behind him, sleeves rolled up, guiding the last pancakes from the pan to the plate. The CEO, the feared and respected business wolf of Brooklyn, wearing a subtle smile as he tried not to burn break