Semua Bab Your Lips to Mine #5: The Billionaire's Heart on Trial: Bab 71 - Bab 80

The storm outside mirrored the one inside me. Raindrops lashed against the windows of our penthouse, and thunder rumbled in the distance, but it was nothing compared to the tempest of emotions swirling in my chest. I sat on the edge of the couch, my legs tucked beneath me, nursing a cup of tea that had long since gone cold. Across the room, Dominic paced like a caged lion, his every movement charged with a tension that seemed to radiate off him in waves. The confrontation earlier in the day had left us both shaken. A powerful adversary—one of Dominic’s oldest rivals—had threatened not just our business but everything we held dear. The veiled threats, the smug smiles, the insinuations that we were standing on the edge of ruin—it was all too much. “Dominic, stop pacing,” I said finally, my voice softer than I intended. “You’re making me dizzy.” He stopped mid-step and turned to me, his jaw tight and his eyes dark with worry. “I can’t just sit here, Serena. Not after what he said. No

The first cracks began to show on a Tuesday morning. The kind of morning that should have been ordinary—calm, even. But lately, nothing about our lives felt calm. Dominic was pacing the living room, phone pressed to his ear, his voice sharp as he barked out orders to someone on the other end. I sat at the kitchen counter, staring at my untouched coffee, the familiar knot of tension tightening in my chest. The night before, we had stayed up late strategizing, poring over every piece of intel we could gather on Anthony and his allies. The lack of sleep clung to both of us, making the air between us heavy and prickly. As Dominic ended the call, he tossed his phone onto the couch with a little more force than necessary. He turned to me, his expression a mix of exhaustion and frustration. “We’re running out of time,” he said, his voice tight. I nodded, my throat dry. “I know.” But knowing didn’t make it any easier. --- The pressure was relentless. Every day brought new challenges,

I had always believed that the world worked in a way that was predictable, at least when it came to business. You trusted people who had earned your trust, and you dealt with enemies who threatened what you had built. But when Joshua Lawson reappeared in my life, and everything I had worked for seemed on the verge of unraveling, I was forced to reconsider everything I thought I knew. Trust, it turned out, wasn’t always about loyalty—it was about survival. The past few weeks had been a blur of tension and strategizing, each move feeling like we were inching closer to the edge of a cliff. Dominic and I were operating on borrowed time, trying to outsmart Lila and keep her from using the secrets she had threatened to expose. Every conversation felt like a tightrope walk—one wrong word, one misplaced action, and everything would fall apart. The stakes had never been higher, and neither of us had the luxury of making mistakes. I was sitting in the office, my fingers drumming anxiously on

The feeling of betrayal still clung to the air, thick and suffocating, but there was something else, too—something I hadn’t felt in a long time. It was the rush of adrenaline that came when you decided to take control. When you no longer let the situation dictate your actions, but you seized the reins, knowing that you had the power to shape your own fate. Dominic and I had spent enough time on the defensive, reacting to the chaos around us. It was time to make our move, to fight back. It was still hard to wrap my head around everything. Joshua, someone we had trusted, had been playing us from the beginning. The man who had pretended to be our ally, feeding us information and standing by our side, had been working with our enemies. It wasn’t just a betrayal of trust—it was a calculated move that threatened everything we had built. But Dominic wasn’t the type of person to let someone get away with trying to take him down. He had been through too much, fought too hard to get to where

The courtroom was silent. The air thick with anticipation. The last chapter of this long and grueling saga was about to be written. I could feel the weight of every moment, every choice we had made, resting heavily on my shoulders. We had come this far, fought through so many hurdles, and now the end was in sight. Dominic stood beside me, his presence a steady anchor in the storm that had engulfed us for so long. I could see the tiredness in his eyes, the remnants of the battles we had fought together, but there was also a sense of resolve. He had given everything to this case, just as I had. And now, we were close to seeing justice served. Joshua Lawson and Lila Harris sat across from us, their faces devoid of the bravado they had once carried so easily. Their lawyers, now defeated, seemed to know that this was the end. The truth had come out, and no amount of manipulation or lies could save them now. They had been cornered, their actions exposed for all to see. The judge enter