Semua Bab Your Lips to Mine #5: The Billionaire's Heart on Trial: Bab 51 - Bab 60

Sitting at my desk, surrounded by towering case files, I couldn’t escape the ache in my chest. For years, this room had been my refuge, my battlefield, and my pride. Yet tonight, it felt hollow. The phone call from earlier echoed in my mind. “Serena Caldwell, we’re delighted to offer you the senior partner position at Morgan & Price. It’s a rare opportunity, and we believe you’re perfect for it.” It should have been the pinnacle of my career, a dream realized. Instead, it left me tangled in a web of uncertainty. Dominic’s face flashed in my mind—his crooked smile, his steady gaze, the way he could make me feel like the world stopped spinning when he held me. What would this decision mean for us? --- Later that evening, Dominic was in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up, chopping vegetables. The rhythmic sound of the knife hitting the cutting board blended with the quiet hum of our shared space. “Hey,” he said, glancing over his shoulder as I stepped inside. His smile was warm, easy,

Standing at the edge of Dominic’s terrace that night, I couldn’t help but feel the weight of the moment. The city sprawled out before me, its lights blinking like a thousand tiny promises. Dominic was inside, preparing the final touches of what had been an unexpected but beautiful evening, and I was out here, trying to gather my thoughts. For weeks, I’d been battling with myself. I was a lawyer—a damn good one—and I knew the value of logic, of reason. But what Dominic had brought into my life defied all logic. He’d made me question everything I thought I wanted, everything I thought I was. The sound of his footsteps behind me pulled me from my thoughts. “You okay out here?” he asked, his voice soft. I turned to face him, and there he was, the man who’d somehow become my anchor in the middle of this whirlwind. “Yeah,” I said, smiling faintly. “Just needed a moment.” He stepped closer, his hands slipping into his pockets. “I know this hasn’t been easy for you,” he said. “For us. And

It started as a casual conversation. I never imagined that what began as a simple discussion with Dominic about his family history would end up revealing something so deeply unsettling. We were in the middle of another one of our long, late-night dinners at his apartment, the kind we had grown accustomed to now. The soft hum of the city drifted in through the open windows, but inside, the world felt calm. It was just the two of us, plates half-finished, each of us lost in our own thoughts. Dominic had been unusually quiet all evening, which, if I’m honest, didn’t go unnoticed. “Everything okay?” I asked, setting down my fork and meeting his gaze. He hesitated before answering, the tension in his shoulders noticeable even from across the table. “Yeah. It’s just... something I found.” My heart skipped a beat at the words, my mind immediately jumping to work, but there was a different edge to his voice. Something that told me this was more than just a business concern. “What did you

Trust had always been the bedrock of everything between Dominic and me. Or, at least, that’s what I had believed. Over time, we had built something strong, something real—something that had weathered its fair share of storms. We had confronted demons from both our pasts, fought our way through tangled webs of deceit, and fought for a future we were both willing to invest in. But when a new threat emerged, one that targeted the very core of our professional lives, I realized how fragile trust could be, even when you thought it was unshakeable. It started as a quiet whisper, an off-hand comment in a boardroom meeting that Dominic was unaware of. His corporate rival, a man by the name of Quentin Harrow, had been lurking in the background for months, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. Harrow was sharp—calculating—and I had always known that he wouldn’t just let Dominic have the upper hand without a fight. But what he didn’t anticipate was how far Dominic and I would go to pro

I had known from the moment this whole mess began that things weren’t going to be easy. But even I couldn’t have predicted just how deep the rabbit hole went. We’d fought hard to protect Dominic’s legacy, his family, and the business that he’d worked so hard to build. But now, as the pieces began to fall into place, I realized that we weren’t just fighting one man, one rival. We were up against something much larger—a conspiracy that threatened to bring everything we held dear crumbling down. It all started when I received a call from an anonymous source. At first, I thought it was another one of those tips—someone trying to get me to look into something trivial. But when the caller mentioned names I didn’t recognize, names I knew to be powerful, influential, and untouchable, my gut told me something was wrong. Really wrong. I was in my office, staring at the case files laid out before me, when the phone rang again. I saw Dominic’s name on the caller ID, but instead of answering imm