บททั้งหมดของ Taming the billionaire's heart : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

The days that followed felt like a blur for Elena. Damien’s proposal to overhaul the project had left her with a lingering sense of exhilaration mixed with trepidation. The challenge was monumental, and the stakes were higher than anything she’d ever been part of. But it was also everything she had ever wanted—to prove herself in the corporate world, to show that she was more than just a designer. She could lead. She could change the game.But the further she delved into the project, the more she realized how much was at risk. The brand was Damien’s legacy, and if she failed… she didn’t want to even consider the consequences.It was early Friday morning when she found herself sitting in the conference room, pouring over the latest designs and reports. The room was silent except for the occasional rustling of paper or the tap of her keyboard. The deadline was fast approaching, and Elena had been working tirelessly, barely stopping to eat or sleep. Her eyes were sore, and her brain felt

Elena barely slept that night. Every time she closed her eyes, Damien’s voice echoed in her mind.“Don’t walk away from this. Don’t walk away from me.”She tossed and turned, replaying the moment in his office. The heat of his touch, the gravity of his words — it was all too much. Her heart and mind were at war, each one tugging her in a different direction. Logic told her to keep her distance. Passion told her it was already too late.By morning, the sun’s golden rays crept through her curtains, and she knew one thing for sure — nothing about her life would ever be simple again.Later That MorningElena walked into Cross Industries with her head held high, shoulders squared. Her heels clicked against the marble floors, each step a silent declaration of control she wasn’t sure she had. She had spent the entire night convincing herself that she could handle Damien — that she could work with him, resist him, and still keep her heart intact.But when the elevator doors opened on the exec

The air between them was electric, charged with the weight of everything unsaid. Their breaths mingled, still shallow from the kiss they'd just shared. Elena’s heart pounded so hard she swore Damien could hear it. Her finger was still tangled in his hair, her back pressed against the cool wall of her apartment.For a moment, neither of them spoke. Their eyes locked, his gaze intense and unwavering. He looked at her like she was something rare_something he’d been searching for without realizing it “Tell me to stop,” Damien said, his voice low and rough like thunder after a storm. His hands rested on her hips, firm but not forceful. He gave her an out, a chance to walk away. But his eyes? His eyes dared her not to.Her breath hitched as her fingers slowly slid down from his hair, tracing the Sharp line of his jaw. Her eyes searched his, looking for doubt, for hesitation. But there is none. Only hunger. Only him.“I'm done telling you to stop,” she whispered, her voice trembling, not fr

As Damien pulled Elena into his arms, her head nestled against his chest, a sense of calm enveloped them both. The storm outside had finally subsided, leaving the city in a serene hush. Inside her cozy apartment, the soft glow of the lamps cast warm shadows, wrapping them in a cocoon of intimacy.“I could stay like this forever,” Damien murmured, his hand tracing slow circles along her back.Elena smiled against his chest. “Forever might be a stretch. You have an empire to run, remember?”He chuckled softly, the vibration rumbling through his chest. “Let them manage without me for a while. I’m not leaving this spot unless you make me.”“Bold words,” she teased, lifting her head to meet his gaze. “But I’m holding you to them.”Damien’s dark eyes softened, his fingers brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. “Hold me to anything, Elena. I don’t mind.”Her breath caught at the tenderness in his voice, the vulnerability he rarely allowed anyone to see. For a moment, she wanted to fr

Elena leaned against the closed door of her apartment, her heart still pounding from Damien’s kiss. She touched her lips, her skin tingling from the warmth he’d left behind. It was as if the entire evening had been a dream, one she wasn’t quite ready to wake up from.But as the silence of her apartment enveloped her, reality began to creep in. The complications were undeniable—Vanessa’s venomous interruption had been a stark reminder of the challenges they faced. Still, the way Damien had looked at her, his walls down and his heart exposed, made her want to believe it was all worth it.The sharp ring of her phone shattered her thoughts. She glanced at the screen: Unknown Number.Frowning, she hesitated before answering. “Hello?”For a moment, there was only silence. Then, a low, gravelly voice filled the line. “Stay away from Damien Black.”Elena froze, her pulse spiking. “Who is this?”“You don’t belong in his world,” the voice continued, cold and menacing. “Consider this a warning.”