All Chapters of BILLIONAIRE’S SECOND WIFE : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

“Naomi! Open your eyes!” Damian’s voice was raw, panicked. He pressed his hands against her chest, counting under his breath as he pumped, desperate to bring her back. “Come on, damn it. Breathe!”Olivia knelt beside him, her hands trembling as she fumbled with her phone. “I—I called for an ambulance! They’re on their way!”But Damian wasn’t listening. His entire world had shrunk down to the woman lying lifeless beneath him. Naomi’s skin was pale, her lips turning an eerie shade of blue. No, this couldn’t be happening. Not now. Not after everything they had fought through.He tilted her head back, sealed his lips over hers, and breathed into her lungs. “Please, Naomi,” he whispered against her mouth. “Come back to me.”Nothing.His heartbeat pounded like a war drum in his chest. He pressed down again, harder this time, forcing her heart to beat beneath his hands. “You are not leaving me,” he growled, his voice thick with fear. “Not now. Not ever.”Tears burned behind his eyes, but he

"Damian, we can’t stay here."I gripped his hand, my voice firm despite the fear tightening in my chest. The hospital room felt smaller with every second, the air thick with something unseen but dangerous. Damian sat beside me, his jaw clenched, his body tense. The note still lay on the table between us, its message burned into both our minds."You can’t escape me."Damian had barely spoken since the nurse delivered it, his fingers tightening around mine, his entire body coiled like a predator waiting to strike."It’s Evan," he finally said, voice cold. "He’s still alive."My stomach turned. We had thought Evan Reid was gone. After Damian’s men exposed his insider at Cross Enterprises, Evan disappeared, his empire crumbling under legal pressure and financial ruin. But if there was one thing I had learned about Evan, it was that he never truly lost. He just waited."What does he want?" I whispered.Damian’s grip on my hand tightened."Revenge."The AttackBefore I could respond, an exp

"You're making a mistake, Naomi," Evan's voice cuts through the tension like a sharp blade. His smirk twists my stomach into knots. "You don't have to play the innocent little wife. You don’t have to stay with him."I take a step back, my heart racing in my chest. I’ve never felt more cornered in my life, but I refuse to show him my fear. His eyes glint with an unsettling mixture of passion and malice. For all the lies, manipulations, and calculated moves he's made, one thing has always been clear: Evan Reid is obsessed with me."You don’t love me," I manage to whisper, though my voice feels so small in this cavernous room. The walls seem to close in, suffocating me with his presence. "You just want to win. You want to hurt Damian, and I’m just a pawn in your game."He chuckles, low and dangerous. "You think you know me, Naomi?" He steps closer, his presence oppressive, but I stand my ground. "You don't. I never wanted Damian. He’s just a means to an end. You, Naomi," he pauses, leani

"Is it over?" I whisper, my voice barely audible as I stand beside Damian, feeling the weight of the world pressing down on us. The media circus surrounding us has calmed for the moment, but I know it's far from over. The headlines that once focused on scandalous whispers now cling to a deeper story—one of betrayal, revenge, and a marriage formed in the shadows.Damian’s jaw is clenched, his piercing blue eyes scanning the room, the tension still hanging between us like a storm waiting to break. “It’s far from over, Naomi,” he says, his tone hard, but there's something different in his voice—something vulnerable. He glances at me, his gaze softening for a moment. “But we’ll face it together.”His words are comforting, but there's still that part of me that wonders if the man I married—the man I thought was my enemy—is someone I truly know. I’ve learned to love him, despite everything, but trust? That’s something else entirely.A knock on the door interrupts my thoughts, and the sharp

"You think you can just take everything from me?" Charlotte's voice was laced with contempt as she stepped into the grandiose living room of Damian's mansion, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor. Her presence filled the room like a storm cloud, dark and threatening.Damian stood stiffly by the fireplace, his eyes hard and unreadable as they locked with Charlotte's. For a moment, Naomi felt a pang of something—fear, maybe—but it was drowned quickly by the overwhelming surge of anger that had been building in her chest. She crossed the room to stand beside Damian, her hand instinctively reaching for his."I'm not backing down," Naomi said, her voice steady despite the storm raging inside her. She could feel the weight of Charlotte’s stare on her, but she refused to be intimidated. Not anymore.Charlotte’s lips curled into a cruel smile, her eyes flicking to Naomi’s hand in Damian's. “Oh, but you will. You think you’ve won, don’t you? You think you’ve taken my place, stol