Semua Bab IT'S A JOB, NOT A RELATIONSHIP, MR. BILLIONAIRE : Bab 71 - Bab 80

DAMIAN’S POVThe sharp ring of my phone echoed through my office, slicing through the heavy silence. I answered without hesitation."Tell me you have him," I said, my tone cold, my patience razor-thin.Silence.Then a hesitant voice came through. "Boss… we lost him."For a second, I didn’t say anything. My grip on the phone tightened. "What did you just say?"There was a shuffle on the other end of the line, followed by the strained breathing of the man unfortunate enough to deliver this news."It was his bodyguards," the man continued quickly. "We didn’t expect him to have that much protection. They were already on edge after the beach attack. When we tried to take him, a shootout broke out. We lost three men—Rico, Dante, and Cole."I exhaled slowly, pressing my fingers against my temple. "So let me get this straight," I said, my voice dangerously calm. "Not only did you fail to capture one man, but you also lost three of my men?"Silence."Answer me!" I barked."Y-yes, boss," he sta

VICTOR'S POVThe rooftop bar was nearly empty, except for a few scattered patrons enjoying the view of the city skyline. The soft hum of jazz music played in the background, but it did little to ease the tension coiling in my chest. My fingers drummed restlessly against the edge of my glass, the whiskey inside untouched.I had sent Isla a message an hour ago, asking her to meet me here. No explanations. Just urgency.Now, as I waited, doubt crept in.I had spent so long keeping people at a distance, burying the truth behind walls of strategy and control. But this wasn’t just my fight anymore. Isla deserved the truth. She deserved to know why she had been pulled into something far bigger than herself.The sound of heels clicking against the polished floor made me look up. Isla was walking toward me, her expression unreadable. She was wearing a fitted black coat over a sleek dress, her hair neatly styled, but there was a sharpness in her eyes.She stopped in front of the table and slid

ISLA'S POVI wasn’t sure why I agreed to meet him.After everything Victor had done, after the betrayal, the manipulation, and the lies, I told myself I was finished with him. I meant it when I said I wanted nothing to do with him anymore. But deep down, I also knew something else—I couldn’t just walk away. Not when I finally had the truth. Not when I had a chance to take down the people who stole my father from me.That was the only reason I was here.As I stepped into Victor’s office, my heart pounded, my mind swirling with everything that had led me to this moment. The moment I walked in, Victor and Daniel turned to me. Their faces were unreadable, but I could feel the tension in the air, thick and suffocating.Victor was the first to speak. “Isla.”I ignored him. Instead, I looked at Daniel. “Hello, Daniel.”Daniel gave me a nod, a hint of sympathy in his eyes. “It’s good to see you, Isla.”Victor exhaled sharply, clearly aware of the hostility I was throwing his way, but I didn’t

ISLA’S POVWalking into Titan Holdings felt surreal. The polished marble floors gleamed under the bright lights, and the scent of expensive cologne lingered in the air. It was a world of power and precision, where people in tailored suits moved with purpose, their gazes sharp, their expressions unreadable.I kept my posture straight, chin lifted, eyes scanning everything as subtly as possible. This wasn’t just another job.I was here for a reason.Despite my confidence, a part of me couldn’t shake the unease in my gut. The feeling of being watched.It wasn’t blatant, nothing obvious, but I knew I wasn’t imagining it. There were moments when I caught a shadow moving just beyond my line of sight, or a presence lingering too long in the hallway near my office. It could have been paranoia, but I doubted it.Damian wasn’t stupid. He knew people. He read them.And right now, I was the biggest mystery in his world.The first few days were an adjustment. Damian had placed me in the design d

VICTOR’S POVDamian’s house was bigger than I expected, but it wasn’t the fortress I had assumed it would be. I had imagined layers of security—armed guards patrolling every corner, motion detectors, hidden cameras in every inch of the place. But as we crept toward the house, staying in the shadows, I realized it was just like any other high-end home.There were cameras, of course, but nothing we couldn’t handle. The back entrance had a security panel, but Daniel worked fast, bypassing it in under a minute. The doors unlocked with a soft click, and we slipped inside, silent as ghosts.The interior was sleek and modern—dark wood, marble floors, and dim lighting that cast shadows across the expensive furniture. The house smelled of leather and faint cigar smoke, and for a second, I could almost hear Damian’s voice echoing in the space, giving orders like a king in his castle.We moved carefully, our footsteps barely making a sound. I led the way, knowing exactly where we were headed. Th