A BILLIONAIRE'S MARRIAGE DEAL のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

The room was suspended in time. The image of Betty—alive, walking through a crowded street in Madrid—glowed from Lou's tablet like a ghost rising from the grave. No one moved. No one spoke. The weight of revelation had collapsed the air from the room.Sarah was the first to find her voice. "That can't be real. It must be a deepfake, or—""No," Lou whispered, her face still pale. "I've run it through two filters already. The metadata is clean. Timestamp, geo-tag, digital integrity. It’s not doctored. It’s her."Celia stared at the screen with a numb kind of horror. "I went to her funeral. I saw her body. We... we buried her.""We buried a lie," Damon said hoarsely. "Which means everything since then—the scandal, the sabotage, the threats—was orchestrated with the intent to destroy me from within.""Why?" Sarah asked. "What could Betty possibly gain by pretending to be dead?"Lou's fingers danced across the screen. "It gets worse. The video came with a message—encrypted, routed through

The quiet of the Draven estate was different this evening. It wasn’t the usual, serene calm that came with dusk. It was heavier—thick with unspoken questions and unacknowledged fears. Sarah stood at the threshold of Damon’s study, her hand lightly brushing the frame, listening to the low hum of jazz playing from inside. Damon was seated at his desk, a glass of bourbon in his hand, but he wasn’t drinking. He was staring at the amber liquid as if it held all the answers to the chaos unraveling around them.She stepped in slowly. “You haven’t said much since the call.”Damon’s jaw flexed. “Because there’s not much left to say.”“Katrina won’t stop,” Sarah said softly, sitting across from him. “Even when we think we’ve contained her, she finds another way.”“She’s not the only one I’m worried about now,” Damon replied, setting the glass down with a soft clink. “Lucas has been… distant. And Lou is acting like she’s hiding something.”Sarah frowned. “Do you think they’re involved?”“I don’t

Damon stared at the frozen security footage projected onto the screen, every detail etched sharply in his mind. The figure slipping through the shadows of the Draven Tech building was no ordinary guard. The patch on the uniform identified them as outsourced security from their DC branch — a transfer that had never been authorized. The truth hit Damon like a punch to the gut. Katrina hadn’t just been attacking them from outside; she had someone embedded deep inside his company for months. Someone with access to their most sensitive secrets.Lou leaned in closer, eyes narrowed. “They’ve had full access to the server room — the nerve center where we stored all our strategies and plans. Every leak, every close call—it wasn’t luck. It was surveillance.”Lucas’s voice was heavy with frustration. “This changes everything. We have to pull the servers offline immediately, quarantine every connection, and start over. We can’t trust anyone, not even people we’ve known for years.”Sarah stood abr

The dawn light crept slowly through the blinds of Damon’s office, casting long slats of gold across the sleek mahogany desk. Outside, the city began to stir, oblivious to the storm that had raged in the dark hours.Damon sat, exhaustion etched deep in the lines of his face, eyes fixed on the dossier in front of him. The capture of Katrina Andre was a victory — but far from the end of their battle. Her empire was vast, her reach deeper than anyone had dared imagine.Lou entered quietly, carrying two steaming cups of coffee. She set one down beside Damon and leaned against the doorframe, eyes sharp and unreadable.“She’s locked down tight,” Lou said. “Interrogation will begin once the FBI arrives. But from what Elena and I saw, Katrina’s silence is a fortress.”Damon sighed, rubbing his temples. “She’s playing a longer game. She knows what she’s risking.”Sarah appeared then, her steps light but resolute. She sat opposite Damon, reaching out to squeeze his hand. “We’ve come this far. We

The morning light filtered through the heavy curtains of Damon’s penthouse, casting long shadows over a room thick with exhaustion and unanswered questions. The events of the previous night played on a loop in his mind — Elena’s betrayal, the sting of deception, the dangerous unraveling of everything they had fought to protect.Sarah sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers nervously tracing the wedding band Damon had slipped onto her finger just weeks ago. The ring felt heavier now, a symbol not just of their union, but of the battles that awaited them.Damon finally broke the silence. “I never imagined it would come from someone so close.”Sarah nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat. “Neither did I. But it only means one thing — we need to be smarter. More cautious. No more blind trust.”He ran a hand through his hair. “Lucas is coordinating with the authorities to monitor all known associates. Every connection Elena had is under investigation.”Sarah’s eyes searched his face. “A