BILLIONAIRE’S SECOND WIFE のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

"Naomi, we need to talk."Olivia’s voice, low and urgent, broke through the silence of the mansion like a sharp blade. I jumped, my heart lurching in my chest. I hadn’t expected her—especially not in the middle of the night, under the watchful eyes of Damian’s guards.She glanced around nervously, her eyes darting to the shadows in the hallway. "Evan's growing suspicious. You need to be careful."I swallowed hard, my throat tight. Evan. The one man who could destroy everything. I had made a deal with him, or rather, I had been forced into it. To save my family, I had agreed to spy for him, to gather whatever information I could on Damian's company. But with each passing day, the weight of my betrayal grew heavier. I wasn’t just betraying Damian—I was betraying myself.“I know,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “I’m trying. But it’s getting harder to balance this. I’m stuck between two worlds, Olivia.” I paused, looking at her, hoping she could see the conflict in my eyes. “I’m doing t

"You’re late," Evan’s voice was smooth, calculated, as I stepped into his penthouse.I forced a small, apologetic smile. "Traffic."His cold blue eyes studied me as he leaned against his desk, swirling a glass of whiskey in his hand. "I don’t tolerate delays, Naomi. Especially not from you."I walked farther into the room, keeping my expression neutral. I had rehearsed this a hundred times. Play the part. Gain his trust. Destroy him from the inside."I understand," I said, keeping my voice soft. "I just—" I exhaled. "It’s been hard. Being around Damian, pretending to care about him."Evan smirked as if pleased by my misery. "That’s what I want to hear. That’s why you’re here, isn’t it? To finish what we started."He stepped closer, his cologne a sharp contrast to Damian’s. Where Damian smelled like power and control, Evan smelled like deception wrapped in expensive suits."I need you to prove you’re still on my side," he murmured. "Damian’s been too quiet. I know he’s planning somethi

I kept my breathing steady, my fingers tightening around the wine glass as Evan leaned closer. His sharp blue eyes scanned my face, searching for any sign of weakness.“You’re quiet tonight,” he murmured, tilting his head. “Something on your mind, Naomi?”I forced a small smile, swirling the wine in my glass. “Just thinking about what’s next.”Evan chuckled, but there was no warmth in it. “Smart girl. That’s why I like you—you always think ahead.” His gaze darkened as he tapped a finger against his glass. “I need you to do something for me.”This was it. The moment I’d been waiting for. I leaned forward, feigning interest. “What is it?”He reached into his jacket and pulled out a sleek black envelope, sliding it across the table. “Inside is the final piece of Damian’s downfall.” His lips curled into a smirk. “I need you to deliver this personally to my contact tomorrow. Once it’s in their hands, Damian Cross won’t have a single asset left.”My stomach twisted, but I kept my expression

“Put the gun down, Damian.” Evan’s voice was calm, but the glint in his eyes was anything but. He stood between Naomi and the exit, a smug grin curling at the corner of his mouth. His men flanked him, hands resting on their weapons, waiting for his command.Damian’s grip on the gun tightened. “Let. Her. Go.” His voice was pure steel.Evan chuckled, shaking his head. “You really think this ends with you playing the hero? You always were arrogant. But here’s the problem—you can’t shoot me without starting a war. And we both know how much you hate chaos.”I barely breathed. My wrists ached from the rough grip of one of Evan’s men, but I refused to let them see my fear. I had learned something about Damian in the past few months—he never made empty threats.“Damian,” I whispered, my voice barely above a breath.His eyes flicked to mine for a fraction of a second, but it was enough. There was something there—something raw, something desperate.Then everything happened at once.Damian fired

"You didn’t think I’d disappear forever, did you?"The voice cut through the silence like a blade. My heart pounded as I turned toward the source. Charlotte stood at the entrance of Damian’s office, her arms crossed, a smug smile playing on her lips.Damian tensed beside me, his jaw tightening as he slowly rose from his chair. "You have a lot of nerve showing up here."Charlotte tilted her head, feigning innocence. "Oh, come now, Damian. You always did love a dramatic entrance. I thought I’d give you one last show before I take everything from you."I stepped forward. "What do you want, Charlotte?" My voice was steadier than I felt, but I refused to let her see my fear.Her eyes flicked to me, amusement dancing in them. "Oh, Naomi. Sweet, naive Naomi. Always playing the victim, aren’t you?" She sighed. "I came to correct a mistake. A mistake that should’ve never worn my wedding dress."Damian’s voice was cold. "You lost your chance, Charlotte. You ran away. You sold yourself to Evan R