Todos os capítulos de A BILLIONAIRE'S MARRIAGE DEAL: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

The morning light filtered weakly through the heavy curtains of the penthouse, casting long shadows across the room. Damon sat at the head of the massive oak table in the conference room, eyes fixed on the scattered reports and security logs before him. His mind raced—each new detail weaving into a web of betrayal and danger that seemed impossible to unravel.Sarah paced slowly, running a hand through her hair, her expression grim. The events of last night still echoed in her mind: the power outages, the stolen device, the chilling voice that had taunted them in the dark. The enemy was close, closer than they’d thought.“We need to go deeper,” Damon finally said, breaking the heavy silence. “Katrina’s playing a long game. This mole—whoever it is—has access to everything. They know our schedules, our security codes, our weaknesses.”Lucas leaned back in his chair, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “I’ve been running through every name, every file. There are only a handful of people who co

The message lingered in the air like a poisonous fog, seeping into every corner of the penthouse. Damon stared at the screen, the glow reflecting off his sharp features, but his mind was already racing ahead, trying to unravel the threads of this new threat.“Endgame,” Lucas repeated, voice low. “She’s declaring war.”Lou paced the room, her heels clicking sharply against the polished floors. “She’s escalating faster than we expected.”Sarah stayed close to Damon, leaning into him as if to anchor herself. “What do we do now?”Damon’s eyes hardened. “We get ahead of her. We find the mole before they do any more damage.”Lucas nodded, already pulling up files on his tablet. “I’m cross-referencing everyone who’s had access to the penthouse’s security systems. Whoever it is, they’re professional—too precise to be a random leak.”Lou stopped pacing and stared out the window, the city’s lights like pinpricks of hope. “Katrina knows us. She’s using our fears, our weaknesses.”Sarah’s voice w

The storm outside battered the penthouse windows with renewed fury, lightning briefly illuminating the darkened room as Damon, Sarah, Lucas, and Lou gathered around the large digital security map projected onto the sleek glass wall of the private study.“The device was planted in the server room,” Lou reported, voice steady but urgent. “If it’s what I think it is, it could cripple the entire security system—and worse, expose everything we’ve been working to protect.”Damon stepped forward, eyes sharp, tracing the layout of the penthouse’s lower levels. “How long until it activates?”Lou tapped a few commands on her tablet. “Less than two hours. We have to move fast.”Sarah’s gaze hardened. “We can’t just wait. We need to find the mole now.”Lucas nodded, his expression grim. “Agreed. But this isn’t just about the penthouse anymore. Whoever’s inside is playing a bigger game.”Damon’s fist clenched. “They want to bring me down, ruin everything. But they don’t realize what they’re up aga

The rain came down hard, drumming a frantic beat against the windows of the Draven penthouse. Inside, Damon sat rigidly at the head of the long mahogany dining table, his fingers tapping rhythmically on its polished surface. The storm outside seemed to mirror the turmoil roiling inside him — a tempest that no amount of wealth or power could quell.Sarah sat across from him, her expression calm but her eyes sharp and alert. Tonight was meant to be a simple dinner — a momentary pause from the chaos that had become their lives. Instead, it felt like the calm before a storm far worse than the one outside.Lucas, Damon’s best friend and legal adviser, was already seated, flipping through a sheaf of papers that detailed the latest fallout from Katrina’s latest move. Between Lucas and Damon, the weight of the Draven empire pressed heavily on the room.Lou hovered near the doorway, her face drawn tight with worry. She had been the first to notice the subtle changes — the late-night security a

The morning sun struggled through the heavy gray clouds, casting a pale light over Brooklyn’s restless streets. Damon sat alone at the breakfast table, the untouched cup of coffee cooling in front of him, while his thoughts raced faster than the cars below.Sarah entered the kitchen, her eyes tired but resolute. She poured herself a cup of tea and sat beside him, the silence between them thick but unspoken.“We can’t keep pretending things are normal,” she said quietly.Damon finally looked up, his gaze meeting hers. “I know. But I need to figure out our next move.”Sarah reached out, her fingers brushing his hand. “You’re not alone in this.”Just then, Lou burst in, holding her phone tightly. “Damon, Sarah, Lucas just sent me a message. He says he’s found something else—something that could change everything.”Damon’s eyes narrowed. “What is it?”Lou’s voice dropped. “Evidence that Katrina isn’t just targeting you. She’s going after everyone connected to you. Family, friends… even Sa