บททั้งหมดของ BILLIONAIRE’S SECOND WIFE : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

"You think I don’t see through your lies?" Damian's voice was low and menacing, each word cutting into the tense silence like a blade.My heart pounded, but I refused to cower. "I wasn’t lying to you, Damian. I was trying to protect you."He let out a sharp laugh, devoid of humor. "Protect me? By meeting Evan Reid behind my back? Do you even hear yourself, Naomi?"I stepped forward, my breath catching at the fury etched into his face. "I had to do something. He’s not going to stop until he destroys you. You won’t listen to me, and you won’t trust anyone. What choice did I have?"Damian’s fists clenched at his sides. "You had a choice. The choice not to betray me.""I didn’t betray you!" I shouted, my voice breaking under the weight of his accusation. "I went there to find out what he was planning, for you, for us—"His eyes darkened. "There is no 'us,' Naomi. There never was."The words hit me harder than I expected, but I lifted my chin, determined not to let him see the hurt. "That’

"You really think we’ll find anything tonight?" I whispered as Damian’s arm tightened around my waist. The opulent charity gala shimmered around us — dazzling lights, elegant gowns, and champagne flutes held by the city’s elite. But beneath the glitz and glamor lurked tension as thick as fog. "We'll find out who’s been feeding Evan information," Damian said darkly, his voice just low enough for me to hear. "One way or another." I glanced around, my nerves fraying at the edges. Everywhere I looked, eyes flickered toward us, whispers trailing in their wake. I was the topic of their hushed conversations—Damian Cross’s second-choice bride who had somehow managed to stir a war between billionaires. I forced a smile, trying to ignore the burn of judgment. "They’re staring again," I muttered. "Let them." Damian’s hand slid down to the small of my back, his touch possessive and grounding. "Tonight, you're with me. That’s all that matters." A flutter of warmth battled the cold knot o

“Why did you do it, Damian?” My voice broke the silence of the car ride back to the mansion. His jaw tightened, and his hands gripped the steering wheel like he wanted to snap it in two. The city lights outside blurred as I stared at his cold profile, hoping for an answer, a crack in his armor. “Do what?” His voice was low, almost too calm. “Announce to the entire world that I’m your wife, that Charlotte has no place here anymore. Was that for me, or was it just another move in your war against her?” He slammed on the brakes, jerking the car to a sudden stop in the middle of the driveway. I gasped as he turned to face me, his dark eyes blazing with frustration. “You think I did that for her?” he growled, his voice trembling with restrained anger. “I did it because it’s the truth. You are my wife, Naomi. No one—Charlotte, Evan, or anyone else—gets to rewrite that.” I held his gaze, my breath catching at the intensity in his tone. For a moment, the raw emotion in his eyes left

"Naomi!" Damian’s voice was a raw growl, laced with fury and desperation.I didn’t get a chance to respond before I was yanked backward, the cold steel of a gun pressing into my temple. My breath hitched, but I refused to let panic take over. The masked man gripping me was strong, his arm locked around my waist like a vice.Damian was still on his knees, his hands clenched into fists against the marble floor. The gun aimed at him didn’t waver.The voice behind me was low, taunting. "Move, sweetheart. You’re coming with us."I could feel Damian’s gaze burning into mine. His entire body was taut, his jaw clenched so hard I thought he might break his teeth."Let her go," he growled. "This is between me and Evan. She has nothing to do with this!"The masked man holding me let out a sharp, amused chuckle. "Oh, but she does."A door swung open behind us, and heavy footsteps echoed through the grand hallway.I stiffened as Evan Reid stepped into view, his sharp blue eyes filled with satisfac

Damian’s grip on my wrist was unyielding, his eyes blazing with fury as he pinned me against the desk.“What the hell are you doing in my study, Naomi?” His voice was low, dangerous.My heart pounded so violently that it hurt. The documents—the ones Evan had ordered me to retrieve—lay scattered across the polished surface, damning evidence of my presence. I swallowed hard, my mind racing for a way out.“I—I wasn’t—” My voice wavered, but Damian wasn’t in the mood for excuses. He grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at him.“Don’t lie to me.” His breath was hot against my skin, his fingers pressing just enough to remind me of the power he held. “You were stealing from me.”I shook my head frantically. “No, it’s not what you think!”His eyes darkened. “Then tell me what I should think, Naomi. Because right now, all I see is my wife rummaging through confidential files like a goddamn spy.”I felt the walls closing in. If I told him the truth—that Evan had forced me into this, that I was p