Lahat ng Kabanata ng A BILLIONAIRE'S MARRIAGE DEAL: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

With the new lead about Katrina’s bank account being accessed from a New York terminal, Damon knew the threat had escalated beyond a ghost story. This wasn’t just a fight for his company or reputation anymore — it was personal. And every inch of the penthouse felt like a cage tightening around them.He spent the early morning hours moving through his private study, eyes scanning lines of encrypted data and security logs, trying to trace the source of the intrusion. Every new clue only deepened the mystery. Someone was inside their circle, someone close enough to bypass even the most sophisticated security measures.Sarah watched from the doorway, her arms crossed, trying to steady the whirl of anxiety threatening to overwhelm her. The glamorous, polished life she’d stepped into was crumbling, replaced by a murky underworld of lies, betrayal, and shadow games.“They’re inside our walls,” Damon muttered, voice rough with exhaustion. “And they’re ruthless.”Sarah stepped closer, her fing

Damon stood and walked over to the window, staring out at the city that never truly slept. The night air pressed against the glass, and for a moment, he wished he could just vanish into the skyline, leave all this behind—the scandals, the threats, the contract marriage with a woman he barely knew but was beginning to care for more than he’d admit.Sarah’s voice pulled him back from the edge of his thoughts. “You don’t have to carry this alone, Damon. I’m here. We’re in this together, whether you like it or not.”He turned, caught her gaze, and for the first time, something genuine flickered in his eyes. “Together,” he echoed, the word tasting strange but not unwelcome on his tongue.Lucas cleared his throat, reminding them both of the reality waiting just outside the penthouse walls. “We need to set tighter security protocols. Katrina is ruthless. She won’t stop until she has what she wants—or until she destroys everything.”Sarah swallowed hard, the weight of the situation settling o

The morning light filtered weakly through the drapes, casting long shadows across the penthouse. Damon sat behind his massive mahogany desk, a half-empty glass of whiskey forgotten at his side as he stared at the screen of his laptop. The emails Lou had uncovered were damning—coded messages between Katrina and someone on Damon’s own staff, encrypted and full of dark promises.He ran a hand through his hair, tension etching deep lines on his face. The man who controlled billions was suddenly powerless in the face of a traitor hiding in his inner circle.Sarah appeared in the doorway, the soft click of her heels barely audible over the pounding of his heart. Her eyes, sharp and fierce despite the exhaustion they bore, locked onto the screen.“Anything new?” she asked, stepping closer.He motioned toward the screen. “Mason. The driver.”Sarah’s breath hitched. Mason had always seemed loyal, unassuming. But the truth was a merciless blade.“I can’t believe it,” she whispered.Damon slamme

The sterile white walls of the hospital room felt like a prison, cold and unwelcoming despite the soft hum of machines monitoring Alex’s fragile heartbeat. Sarah sat beside the small bed, her fingers intertwined with the boy’s, his pale face peaceful now but hauntingly fragile. The surgery had gone better than expected, but the danger was far from over.Each beep of the heart monitor echoed in the silent room, a reminder of how close they were to losing him. Sarah’s eyes refused to leave Alex’s face, willing him to stay strong. Her thoughts swirled with every what-if—the surgery’s success was only the first battle in a war that seemed to grow fiercer by the hour.Damon stood by the window, the Brooklyn skyline shimmering beyond the glass—a world that suddenly felt so distant, so unreal. The pain in his shoulder throbbed relentlessly beneath the bandages, a constant reminder of the night’s violence and the stakes they were now tangled in. His mind was a storm of strategies and threats,

The rain came down hard, drumming a frantic beat against the windows of the Draven penthouse. Sarah stood by the glass, her fingers curled around a mug of untouched coffee, eyes tracing the skyline shrouded in mist. Damon hadn’t come home last night. Again.She didn’t want to care. She reminded herself a thousand times that this was all just a contract. A deal inked in desperation and mutual gain. But the tightening in her chest said otherwise.Behind her, the door creaked open. Lou’s voice, low and cautious, drifted in. "He’s downstairs. Lucas is with him."Sarah didn’t turn. “Thanks.”Lou lingered, hesitant. “He looked... different. Not drunk. Not angry. Just... broken.”Sarah’s throat tightened. She placed the mug on the sill and turned, her robe swishing around her legs. "Broken men build walls. Damon builds fortresses."“I think this time, one cracked.”Sarah walked past her without another word. She descended the stairs with a grace that masked the war within her. When she enter