All Chapters of A BILLIONAIRE'S MARRIAGE DEAL: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The footage looped again on the screen, each repetition a punch to Sarah’s gut. Alex—her Alex—was standing beside Katrina, looking confused but unharmed. His tiny hand was clutched tightly in Katrina’s gloved one. Behind them, the Brooklyn Memorial Hospital loomed like a cruel backdrop.Sarah’s legs nearly gave out.“She has him…” she whispered, voice trembling. “She has Alex.”Damon caught her before she collapsed completely, guiding her to the nearest chair. “We’ll get him back. I swear to you, Sarah. We’ll bring him home.”Lou was already pulling up hospital records, her fingers flying over the keys. “The footage was captured less than an hour ago. She made sure we’d see it. This wasn’t about hiding—it was a message.”Lucas, still pale but recovering, stood silently beside them, jaw tight. “She’s provoking us. Trying to make us act emotionally.”Sarah shook her head. “No. This isn’t a tactic. This is a warning. She wants me to know she’s in control.”“She doesn’t know you like I do

The morning light filtered through the bulletproof windows of the Draven penthouse, a pale golden hue struggling to bring warmth to a world that had gone cold. Sarah sat at the kitchen island, her fingers wrapped tightly around a steaming mug of coffee she hadn't touched. She stared blankly at the silent television screen across from her, where muted headlines crawled across the bottom: Billionaire’s Scandal Deepens – Anonymous Leaks Surface.Damon entered the room silently. His hair was tousled, his jaw shadowed with stubble, and his usual ironclad composure had cracked slightly at the edges. He stopped when he saw her and exhaled a long breath, the kind people released when words were no longer enough.“They leaked something again,” she said, her voice flat. “This time, it’s photos. Of you and Katrina. From years ago.”“I know,” he replied, walking over to her. “Lucas called me an hour ago. He’s trying to contain it, but the press has blood in the water.”Sarah finally looked up. “T

The SUV cut through the winding mountain roads, headlights slicing through the mist. The Draven convoy—three black vehicles moving in tight formation—headed toward the Catskills cabin, the tension inside thick enough to choke on. Damon sat in the backseat with Sarah, his hands clasped together, eyes locked on the road.“Who was in the photo?” she finally asked.Damon hesitated. “Someone I once trusted. Someone I once loved.”Sarah turned toward him. “What happened to them?”His jaw tightened. “They died. And Katrina was there when it happened. She’s been waiting to use that night against me.”Before she could ask more, Lou’s voice crackled through the comms. “We’re five minutes out. Perimeter scan shows movement. Infrared picks up at least three heat sources inside the cabin.”Lucas added from the lead vehicle, “We go in silent. Assume the worst.”Sarah gripped Damon’s hand. “If she wanted to hurt you, why not release the photo already?”“Because she’s waiting for the right moment,” h

The city never truly slept, but tonight its usual buzz felt muted, like the calm before a violent storm. Damon and Sarah slipped through the dimly lit streets of the east sector, moving with purpose beneath the flickering streetlights. Every shadow seemed to stretch longer, every whisper of wind carried the weight of unseen eyes.“Stay close,” Damon murmured, his voice low and edged with caution. His grip on Sarah’s hand tightened as they navigated a narrow alley, the distant hum of traffic a constant reminder they were still in the heart of danger.Sarah swallowed her nerves, the knot in her stomach tightening with every step. The cold night air bit through her jacket, but it was the unknown that chilled her most — the enemy could be anywhere, watching, waiting to strike.Ahead, a flicker of movement caught Damon’s eye. He halted, signaling Sarah to do the same. The soft scrape of footsteps echoed behind a dumpster. Damon’s pulse surged as he motioned for Sarah to take cover behind a

The first rays of dawn struggled through the heavy gray clouds that lingered over Brooklyn, casting a pale light on the Draven penthouse. Inside, the atmosphere was thick with tension and anticipation. Damon Draven stood at the window, his silhouette outlined by the early morning light. The city stretched endlessly beneath him, but his mind was miles away—fixed on the confrontation looming just hours ahead.Sarah’s footsteps were soft but steady as she approached. She carried two steaming mugs of coffee, the rich aroma a brief comfort amid the storm brewing in their lives.“You look like you haven’t slept in days,” she said softly, setting a mug beside him.Damon turned, his eyes heavy but burning with determination. “I haven’t. Not since Katrina reemerged. Everything hinges on today.”Sarah placed a reassuring hand on his arm. “We’ll get through this. Together.”He gave a faint, grateful smile. “I don’t think I could have done this without you.”Together, they walked to the conferenc