บททั้งหมดของ Taming the billionaire's heart : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Elena stared at her phone, her heart thundering in her chest. The location glared back at her—Midtown Warehouse. Midnight. Every instinct screamed at her to ignore it, to call Damien, or even the police, but something held her back.Whoever this was, they had already proven they could get to her. They’d been in her apartment. They were watching her and Damien. And if she brought anyone else into this, the consequences could spiral out of control.The minutes dragged as she sat frozen on the couch, the weight of the decision pressing on her. The warehouse was only twenty minutes away, but the journey felt like stepping into a trap she might not escape.Finally, she stood, grabbing her coat and slipping her phone into her pocket. She couldn’t live with the uncertainty. She had to know who was behind this.The JourneyThe streets of New York were eerily quiet as Elena drove toward the warehouse district. The usual buzz of the city seemed muted, as if even the city itself sensed the dange

Elena blinked against the dim light, her mind still foggy from whatever they had used to knock her out. Her arms were pinned behind her, wrists bound with rough rope that chafed against her skin. The room smelled of damp concrete and oil, the faint hum of machinery somewhere above her providing a dull backdrop to her panic.She tugged against her restraints, testing their strength. Her heart raced as memories flooded back—the attack, the masked men, and Damien bleeding on the floor. A cold shiver ran down her spine.“Damien,” she whispered to herself, her voice trembling. Was he alive?The door swung open with a metallic creak, light flooding the room. A man stepped inside, tall and broad-shouldered, his face obscured by the shadows. His calm, calculated movements sent chills through her.“Well,” he said, his voice smooth and chilling, “the infamous Elena Carter. I see now why Damien Black is so protective.”Elena sat up straighter, forcing steel into her voice. “What do you want?”Th

The hum of the engine filled the silence between them as Damien drove through the dimly lit city streets. Elena sat curled in the passenger seat, her head resting against the window. Her exhaustion was palpable, but Damien knew the questions simmering beneath the surface.He glanced at her, his fingers tightening around the steering wheel. The bruises on her wrists and the dried blood on her cheek twisted a knife of guilt deeper into his chest.“Where are we going?” she asked softly, her voice breaking the quiet.“To a safe house,” Damien said. “Logan’s team is already there. You’ll be protected.”Elena turned her head toward him, her gaze heavy. “And you? Are you staying?”Damien’s jaw clenched. “For now.”It wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t the truth either. He was already planning his next move, and it wouldn’t be from the sidelines.The Safe HouseThe car pulled up to an unassuming building on the outskirts of the city. The windows were dark, the surrounding streets eerily quiet.“Stay

The car ride back to Damien’s penthouse was silent, but the air between him and Elena was thick with unspoken words. The adrenaline from the night had faded, replaced by the weight of everything that had happened. Damien kept his eyes on the road, his knuckles white against the steering wheel. Elena sat beside him, her gaze fixed out the window, the city’s lights blurring past. She finally broke the silence. “Do you think it’s over?” Damien’s jaw tightened. “With Viktor in custody, his network will start to fall apart. But it’s never really over. Not until we destroy every loose end.” Elena turned to him, her brows knitting together. “And what about us, Damien? What does this mean for us?” Her question hit him harder than he expected. He glanced at her, his eyes searching hers, but he didn’t answer right away. Instead, he pulled the car into the underground garage of his building and parked. “Come inside,” he said, his voice low. Inside the penthouse, Damien paced the living ro

Damien paced the length of Logan’s makeshift command center, a fire burning in his gray eyes. The warehouse explosion had been a brutal setback, but it only fueled his determination. Ivan had slipped through his fingers, but Damien wasn’t about to let him vanish. Not when Elena’s life had been at stake. Logan, seated at a desk cluttered with maps and monitors, tapped furiously on his keyboard. “We’re pulling satellite footage from the area around the warehouse. If Ivan left in a vehicle, we’ll trace it.” Elena stood nearby, her arms crossed as she watched the team work. Her head still throbbed from the blast, but her focus remained sharp. “Anything?” Damien asked, his tone clipped. Logan frowned, shaking his head. “Not yet. He’s good at covering his tracks, but everyone makes mistakes. We’ll find him.” Elena stepped forward, her voice steady despite the tension in the room. “He mentioned something during the fight—something about making his next move where it all began. Does that