A BILLIONAIRE'S MARRIAGE DEAL のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

The aftermath of the latest betrayal was like a shadow hanging over the Draven estate. Even the grand windows that overlooked Manhattan couldn’t let in enough light to cut through the darkness Damon and Sarah felt deep inside.But life, as always, refused to wait. The world outside kept spinning, and with it came a storm of new complications.Damon sat behind his polished mahogany desk, the city’s skyline a jagged silhouette against the late afternoon sun. His phone was silent now, but the silence was brittle — as if at any moment, it could explode with new threats or secrets.Lou entered quietly, a folder in hand. “I’ve compiled everything we’ve got on Katrina’s recent activities. Plus, some financial irregularities from your company’s accounts.”Damon’s gaze sharpened. “Show me.”She laid the papers out. “Katrina’s been moving money in and out of offshore accounts. Small amounts at first — but recently, large sums. Someone’s funding her, and it’s coming straight from inside the comp

The shock of Claire’s betrayal echoed through every corner of Damon Draven’s world. It wasn’t just a scandal anymore—it was a full-blown war. The media vultures circled, investors wavered, and whispers of mutiny spread through the boardroom like wildfire. The company Damon had built with iron will and sleepless nights now threatened to crumble from within.Sitting behind the sleek glass desk of the penthouse office, Damon stared at the wall of monitors streaming live feeds of news channels dissecting the scandal. His jaw clenched, his mind spinning. Claire wasn’t just a traitor—she was a ticking time bomb who had nearly detonated his empire.He rubbed his eyes and turned when the door opened.Sarah stepped inside, her heels clicking on the polished floor, her face a mask of determination. The storm outside mirrored the chaos inside: rain pelted the windows and thunder rumbled distantly. But Sarah was a different kind of storm—quiet, fierce, ready to fight.Damon’s gaze softened. “I di

The rain battered the city like a war drum, a relentless rhythm that mirrored the pounding in Damon’s head. Mason lay recovering in the private infirmary, but his warning echoed in every corner of Damon’s mind: someone from inside.Damon stood in the center of the control room, monitors flickering around him. Every feed, every camera, every sensor—he watched them all, desperate for answers. Sarah hovered at the door, arms crossed tightly over her chest. The silence between them wasn’t cold—it was cautious. Waiting.Lou entered, files in hand, her expression unreadable.“We ran facial recognition on the footage,” she said, placing the tablet on the desk. “It was encrypted, but Mason left us a clue before he passed out.”Damon scrolled through the footage. The figure wore gloves, a hood, moved with trained precision. But then—a pause. A turn of the head. And there it was. A reflection in the glass.Damon’s blood ran cold.“No… it can’t be.”Sarah leaned over his shoulder, her eyes narro

The penthouse was a fortress shrouded in silence, but inside Damon Draven’s mind, a storm raged with no end in sight. The warning call from the shadowed voice still echoed in his ears — a threat he couldn’t ignore. Katrina’s game had escalated, and every move they made seemed to be anticipated, countered, or worse, compromised.Sarah sat on the edge of the leather sofa, clutching a steaming cup of coffee, trying to steady her nerves. The weight of the past few days—the break-in, the breach, Mason’s attack—pressed heavily on her chest. But Damon’s presence beside her was a steadying force, a reminder she wasn’t alone in this fight.He paced near the window, hands buried deep in his pockets, eyes fixed on the sprawling cityscape. The rain had stopped, but the streets below still shimmered wet under the neon lights, as if the city itself was holding its breath.“We can’t keep reacting,” Damon said quietly, breaking the silence. “We have to take control. Find the mole before they destroy

The rain had soaked through Sarah’s jacket as she paced outside the waterfront warehouse, her breath visible in the cold night air. Emergency vehicles still swarmed the scene, their flashing lights reflecting off the wet pavement in eerie bursts of red and blue. But despite the chaos, all she could focus on was Damon and Lucas—trapped inside, caught in the heart of Katrina’s deadly trap.Lou hovered nearby, phone pressed to her ear as she relayed updates to the police and coordinated with security teams. “They’re trying to clear the building, but the structural damage is bad. We don’t know how long Damon and Lucas can hold out.”Sarah’s fingers tightened around her phone. “They have to hold out. They have to.”Minutes stretched into agonizing hours. The rain’s rhythm became a metronome marking every second of their waiting, every beat filled with uncertainty.Suddenly, Lou grabbed Sarah’s arm. “They found a way in. A back entrance—Damon and Lucas made it through.”Sarah’s heart surged