Semua Bab Your Lips to Mine #5: The Billionaire's Heart on Trial: Bab 41 - Bab 50

It was supposed to be a quiet afternoon. Dominic and I had just wrapped up a few meetings, and I thought we could finally take a breath. But as always, just when things start to feel like they might settle, the storm comes rolling in. I could sense the tension before Dominic even spoke. The lines around his mouth had deepened, his jaw clenched tight as he stared at the phone in his hand. He was always so composed, so controlled in front of others, but I had learned to read the subtle signs. This wasn’t good. “I need to talk to you,” Dominic said, his voice low, his tone serious. I didn’t say anything at first. I just nodded, setting my files aside. "What's going on?" He paced for a moment, clearly weighing his words. “Lucas Reed,” he finally said. “He’s back, and he’s making a move.” My heart skipped a beat. Lucas Reed was a name I hadn’t heard in years. A former business associate of Dominic’s, Lucas had been a trusted ally during the earlier days of his company’s expansion. But

The day of the meeting with Lucas Reed arrived like a storm, and I could feel the tension in the air as Dominic and I walked into the conference room. It wasn’t just another business meeting—it was the meeting. The one that could change everything. Lucas had been circling us for weeks, making veiled threats and playing the long game. But today, I wasn’t about to let him win. I had a plan, and I was determined to make it work. As I stepped into the room, I could see the smug look on Lucas’s face. He thought he had us cornered. He had been trying to pry apart Dominic’s business with carefully calculated moves, playing on the vulnerabilities he knew about from years of partnership. But what he didn’t realize was that this wasn’t just about business for Dominic and me anymore—it was personal. We weren’t just defending a company; we were defending each other, and that made all the difference. Dominic stood next to me, his hand brushing against mine for a brief moment of reassurance. I di

The boardroom was tense, the kind of tension that crept under your skin and made you second-guess every word you spoke. The air was thick with the weight of what was at stake, the high stakes of the negotiation we were in. On one side of the table sat a group of investors, their eyes cold and calculating, while Dominic and I sat on the opposite end, ready to fight for everything we had worked for. But underneath all the professionalism, there was something else, something palpable between us—a connection that was impossible to ignore. As Dominic and I exchanged glances across the table, it was hard to separate the business from the personal. Our usual chemistry, the kind we had built over time, was no longer just a spark of professional respect. It was a full-blown flame, burning hot and intense. My heart raced, and I could feel his eyes on me, watching me with a sense of intensity that went beyond the deal. He had always been the man in control, the one who commanded the room, but n

I’ve always prided myself on being in control. A lawyer’s job is, by nature, one of strategy and precision, and I’ve always excelled at it. I built my career on understanding the law, the facts, and the people behind each case. I knew how to read people, how to anticipate their moves before they made them. But now, standing on the edge of this mess that Lucas Reed had created, I couldn’t help but feel like I was losing control of everything. The weight of it all was crushing, and the last few weeks had felt like a blur of threats, strategizing, and constant tension. Every time I thought we were making progress, something else would happen—another attack, another warning, another situation where I had to remind myself to keep fighting, even though every instinct in me screamed to walk away. I had no choice, though. I couldn’t walk away. Not now. But the problem with being in the middle of this fight with Dominic was that, despite all the love we shared, the situation was becoming to

The weight of the last few weeks sat heavily on my shoulders as I walked into my office. The soft hum of fluorescent lights overhead barely registered as I took in the mountain of files strewn across my desk. Each document, each folder, represented a piece of the puzzle we’d worked tirelessly to solve. Today was the day Dominic and I would finally make our move against Lucas Reed—a man who had gone from a trusted ally to a formidable enemy in what felt like the blink of an eye. I barely had time to sit down before my assistant poked her head through the door, a steaming cup of coffee in her hand. “Long night?” she asked, setting the mug down on the edge of my desk. “You could say that,” I replied, offering a tired smile. “Thanks, Lily. I’m going to need all the caffeine I can get today.” She nodded knowingly and left me alone to prepare. I leaned back in my chair, closing my eyes for a moment. Dominic and I had been through so much together, both personally and professionally. But