All Chapters of A BILLIONAIRE'S MARRIAGE DEAL: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The early morning sun cast a pale glow through the hospital window, illuminating the quiet room where Alex lay resting. His face was still, peaceful for now, but the faint beep of the heart monitor was a constant reminder that his fragile health hung by a thread. Sarah sat close, her fingers gently brushing over his tangled hair, watching every shallow breath with a mother’s vigilance.Days had blended into nights over the past weeks, a ceaseless cycle of hospital visits, whispered prayers, and stolen moments of hope. Alex’s battle was slow, the surgery only the beginning of a long road toward recovery. Every test result, every change in his vitals tightened the knot in Sarah’s chest. Yet through it all, she remained a steadfast guardian, her fierce determination fueled by love.Her phone vibrated softly against the bedside table, breaking the fragile stillness. Glancing down, she saw Damon’s name flashing on the screen. A brief message: Meeting at 10. Urgent. Come prepared.Sarah exh

The early morning light filtered weakly through the slats of the blinds in the Draven estate’s secure operations room, casting long lines of pale gold over the sleek consoles and banks of screens. The space buzzed softly with the low hum of computers and the electric tension that always preceded a high-stakes mission.Damon Draven stood at the center of it all, his tall frame rigid and his jaw clenched as he studied the array of encrypted files flashing across the monitors. Around him, Lou and Lucas were already in full gear — Lou’s fingers flew over her tablet, launching complex hacking sequences, while Lucas cross-referenced leaked intel with Draven’s internal data.Sarah, ever the observer and emotional core of the group, paced nervously at the side of the room. Her heart was heavy with the weight of the battle ahead—and heavier still with the thought of Alex, her nephew, lying in a hospital bed, fragile but fighting for his life.“Focus, Sarah,” Damon said, catching her eye. “We n

The hospital room in Boston was sterile and cold, despite the high-tech equipment and faint hum of life-saving machines. Damon sat in the chair next to the hospital bed, watching Alex sleep. The boy’s face looked pale under the fluorescent lights, the breathing tube rhythmically rising and falling with mechanical precision. He looked so small. So vulnerable.Damon’s fingers tightened around the armrest, his heart heavy with an emotion he rarely allowed himself to feel—helplessness. Business empires he could rebuild. Enemies he could crush. But this—watching a child fight for his life—this was something else entirely.A soft knock at the door stirred him. A nurse peeked in and smiled kindly. “Mr. Draven, the surgeon would like a quick word before the procedure.”Damon stood, adjusting his coat, and glanced back at Alex. “I’ll be right back,” he murmured, though the boy couldn’t hear him.Down the hall, Dr. Harding waited—tall, gray-haired, confident. “We’re ready to proceed. We’ll begi

The air inside the storage unit turned cold.Sarah stared at the card in her hands, Katrina’s message burning like acid in her chest:“The real betrayal is still sitting at your table.”Elena stood still beside her, sweeping the shadows with trained eyes. “She’s not bluffing.”“No,” Sarah whispered, her voice tight. “She wants us to start suspecting each other.”They stepped out into the dying light, locking the unit behind them. Sarah tucked the card into her coat pocket, her mind racing. Who was the traitor Katrina hinted at? She’d already infiltrated Draven Tech once. Had she planted someone even closer?Elena’s voice cut into her thoughts. “If this is psychological warfare, she’s doing a damn good job.”“Yeah,” Sarah muttered. “But she overplays. Every threat she sends us is also a clue.”Back in New York, Damon was on a secure call with Lou and Lucas. He had just shared the contents of the envelope Sarah found.“She’s shifting tactics,” Lou said. “Less brute force, more misdirect

The cold hum of the server drives buzzed in the background as Lucas and Lou worked through Vaughn’s encrypted files in Draven Tech’s underground lab. Vaughn himself sat chained to a reinforced chair nearby, bloodied but grinning like a man who knew more than he’d ever confess.“He’s mocking us,” Lou muttered, tapping on her keyboard. “I’ve cracked three partitions, and all I keep finding are dead ends—mirror loops, burned indexes. He’s hiding something.”Lucas glanced at the prisoner. “You don’t go to these lengths for nothing. This data means everything to Katrina.”Vaughn coughed. “You’re not going to find it here.”Damon stepped into the room then, his expression unreadable. “That’s why you’re going to tell us.”Vaughn looked up, his lip split but eyes gleaming. “Even if I did… you wouldn’t know what to do with it. Katrina’s plan is already in motion.”Sarah’s voice echoed from behind them. “Then maybe we’ll just stop it without your help.”All heads turned as she entered, still in