Semua Bab A BILLIONAIRE'S MARRIAGE DEAL: Bab 61 - Bab 65

The silence in the penthouse was no longer comforting. It felt watchful. Weighted. As if the walls had ears and the air itself carried secrets.Sarah stood at the edge of the balcony, arms wrapped around herself, the wind teasing loose strands of her hair. Below, Brooklyn glimmered with indifferent beauty—skyscrapers flashing like stars, cars weaving through veins of neon-lit streets. But nothing about the night soothed her.Behind her, Damon leaned against the doorframe, a glass of scotch in one hand, the other tucked in the pocket of his trousers. He hadn’t said much since Lucas and Lou left hours ago. Not since they’d uncovered the possibility that the mole might be someone closer than they’d ever imagined.Someone in the family.“What if it’s her?” Sarah’s voice broke the silence, soft and unsteady.Damon didn’t need to ask who she meant. “Celia?”She nodded.He exhaled slowly. “She’s my sister, Sarah.”“I know.” Sarah turned, the pain in her eyes deeper than fear—it was betrayal

The late afternoon sun filtered through the tall windows of the Manhattan penthouse, casting long golden rays across the marble floors. Sarah sat curled up on the edge of the velvet settee, a book open on her lap, though she hadn't turned a page in nearly twenty minutes. Her mind wasn’t on the words; it was lost in the haze of Damon’s touch, his confessions, and the brutal truths they’d both unearthed.Across the room, Damon stood in his usual place by the windows, his silhouette sharp against the skyline. He was still in his suit, tie loosened, shirt sleeves rolled up. But there was something different about him—softer, perhaps, or maybe just more exposed. The armor he wore every day had cracks now. And Sarah could see him—not just the billionaire or the businessman, but the man struggling beneath the weight of his choices.“You’re quiet,” Damon said, breaking the silence.Sarah looked up, startled. “So are you.”A faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “I guess I’m still adj

Midnight had never felt more alive.Damon stood at the center of the Draven operations room—an off-grid space tucked beneath the estate where only a select few had ever stepped foot. A holographic display projected Katrina’s known movements across a digital map of New York, blinking red with every flagged location. Lou and Lucas worked in tandem, their energy crackling as they fed in false information and created digital breadcrumbs leading to a fake safe house in Tribeca.“She’s been watching us, playing chess with our lives,” Lucas said, eyes locked on the screen. “It’s time we flipped the board.”Sarah leaned against the console, arms folded, watching the team with quiet intensity. “And what happens when she realizes the game has changed?”Damon met her gaze. “Then we make sure she can’t retaliate.”The bait was a forged email from a fake shell company claiming to house documents tying Katrina to an international fraud ring. They embedded location trackers, scrambled server IDs, an