บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire's Pawn : บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

Camille’s Gambit Camille’s POVWith her hands resting softly on the table and her back straight, Margaret Steele exuded composure. But she etrayed her eyes—calculating, assessing, like she was deciding whether to tolerate my presence or crush me under her designer heels.I picked up the fragile porcelain cup in front of me and sat back in my chair, crossing one leg over the other. I took my time sipping my coffee, allowing the tension between us to grow like smoke. “You seem surprised,” I said finally, setting the cup down with a soft clink. “Didn’t think I’d have the audacity to seek you out, did you?” A slight smile curled Margaret's lips, but it stopped short of her eyes. “Audacity has always been one of your best traits, Camille. It’s what made you such a… memorable moments in Roman’s life.” My voice was low and deliberate as I chuckled. “Memorable. Is that what they’re calling it these days? Well, let’s not beat around the bush Margaret. Roman and I—we have unfinished bu

The Heirloom Roman's POVLike a razor piercing the silence, Naomi's question hung in the air. “What exactly is this heirloom?” I stood there staring into her unblinking eyes, and for a second I thought about ignoring the question. But then I noticed the genuineness in her eyes—her desire to sympathize with me and share my sorrow. I had to be honest with her. "It's a ring," I muttered. "A simple one. Gold with a small emerald.” She scowled with perplexity. "A ring? Why would Camille want something like that?” “It’s not just any ring,” I replied, moving toward the window. The morning light spilled into the room, casting golden rays that reminded me of another time, another place. “It belonged to my mother. She wore it every day.” I let the memories flood my mind as I closed my eyes. I could vividly see my mother, reaching out to hold my hand with a smile as radiant as the sun. I will always remember the melody of her laughter, which encircled you and gave you a sense of s

A Fractured Bond Naomi’s POVI didn't wait for Roman to finish speaking. Against the storm that was roaring inside of me, his voice and his excuses were like white noise. My legs moved on their own, carrying me out of the loft and back into the cold night. "Wait, Naomi!" Desperate and begging, his voice echoed behind me, but I didn't stop. Every step I took was a determined beat to get away, and the click of my heels on the pavement mirrored the beating in my chest. Away from him. Away from the betrayal. Just as I got to my car, Roman caught up with me, his hand firmly but softly gripping my arm. His voice cracked as he begged, "Please, Naomi. Allow me to explain." With unshed tears blazing in my eyes, I turned to face him. “Explain what, Roman? That you were just ‘talking’ to her while she practically undressed in front of you? Or that you conveniently forgot to mention this little rendezvous when I asked where you were?” “She means nothing to me!” he insisted, his hand s

Elijah’s ProposalNaomi’s POV"Elijah?" The uncomfortable silence was broken by my words. I felt shock, confusion, and anger swirling inside of me and crashing into each other like a hurricane. "Why are you calling me? After everything? And using an unknown number—seriously?” There was a pause, just long enough for my annoyance to grow. “I didn’t think you’d answer if you knew it was me,” Elijah said finally, his voice steady but tinged with something that might have been remorse. “You’re damn right I wouldn’t,” I snapped. My grip on the phone tightened. “What could you possibly want now? I told you to stay out of my life.” “Naomi, I’m not here to bring up the past,” he said, his tone calm but firm. “This is about an opportunity.” "An opportunity?" I repeated, my words brimming with incredulity. “Can you listen yourself? You’re the last person I’d trust with anything resembling an opportunity.’” “I deserve that,” Elijah admitted, his voice low. “I know I’ve made mistakes—m

The Warehouse ConfrontationNaomi's POVCamille's eyes gleamed with an unnerving blend of amusement and hatred. As she walked further into the darkened warehouse, her heels clicking hard on the concrete floor, my heart raced. "Camille," I said, my voice steady despite the storm raging inside me. "What are you doing here?" Camille's eyes widened, her voice dipping with innocence. "Oh, Naomi, please don't act surprised. Did you really think this brief meeting would take place without me?” Her eyes strayed to Elijah, who was standing apart with his arms folded and with an unreadable expression on his face. Like two predators circling the same prey, there was a noticeable tension between them. “Elijah,” I said, turning to him. “What is this? So you are still working with her?” With a grim laugh, he stepped forward. “Working with her? No, Naomi. Camille and I are simply… aligned. We have a common goal." "And what is that goal?" I demanded, raising my voice.“To bring Roman Blac