บททั้งหมดของ BILLIONAIRE’S SECOND WIFE : บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

"I’m not letting you go." Damian's voice was a husky whisper against my ear, the words heavy with a promise neither of us could deny. His body pressed into mine, the heat between us undeniable, as if the world outside no longer existed. I arched beneath him, our movements frantic, as though this moment could erase everything that had come before—everything that was threatening to tear us apart.Our love was a wildfire, consuming everything in its path. There were no more words for it. No more pretenses. Only the raw, desperate need to claim one another, to hold onto something that felt like ours in a world that had become too unpredictable, too chaotic.When we finally collapsed together, drenched in sweat and breathless, I could feel the weight of our emotions pressing on me. The storm outside was nothing compared to the one inside. And as I lay in Damian's arms, I realized—this was my life now. No matter how hard I tried to escape, I was bound to him. And for the first time, I didn’

"Naomi, wait."I stopped, turning slowly at the sound of Olivia’s voice. She was still in the hallway, holding a file in her hands. My heart skipped a beat as I watched her approach, the urgency in her steps mirroring my own sense of dread. Every part of me screamed that this wasn’t good."Is it true?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.Olivia glanced at the file she held, then back to me, her expression tight. "I don’t know yet. But we need to find out."I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of the world pressing down on my chest. For days, I’d been trying to ignore the growing possibility that Damian had another child—one he didn’t know about, one who could shatter everything between us.She handed me the file. My hands trembled as I flipped it open. The picture inside was of a young girl, no older than seven. A familiar feeling coursed through me as I stared at her—the deep brown eyes, the curve of her cheek, the way she carried herself in a way that reminded me so much of Da

"You're nothing to me," Damian’s voice rang out in the otherwise quiet room. His eyes locked onto Charlotte’s, fierce and unyielding. He took a step forward, his presence overwhelming. "You never had a claim over me."I stood in the doorway, unsure of how to react. Damian's fury seemed to rip through the air, and I couldn’t help but feel a wave of guilt crash over me. But as I looked at Charlotte, trembling in her seat, I knew the truth had come, and there was no escaping it.Charlotte stood frozen, her gaze flickering between Damian and the envelope in her hands. She had come to the office this morning, trying to maintain some semblance of control. But now, her composure was slipping, and the walls she had built around herself were crumbling faster than I ever thought possible."What do you mean?" Charlotte's voice quivered, but there was still a hint of defiance in her tone. She wasn’t ready to give up, not yet.Damian clenched his fists at his sides, and I felt the tension in the a

“Get down!” Damian’s voice cracks through the air like thunder, harsh and commanding. I barely register his words before he pushes me behind him, his broad frame shielding me from the danger that’s just erupted around us. The sharp crack of gunfire shatters the night, and the glass beside us shatters, sending shards flying through the air. My heart pounds against my chest, and for a split second, I forget to breathe.I can feel the rapid beat of his heart as he presses me into his side, his arm around me, holding me close, like I’m the most precious thing in the world. But everything else around us is chaos. Guards rush in from every angle, their guns drawn, shouting commands into their earpieces. The sound of footsteps, the clang of metal on stone—it’s a blur.“Stay down!” Damian orders, his voice low and urgent, like a command, not a plea. He crouches beside me, keeping me protected, his body a wall between me and the danger.The room is filled with tension, and I can hear my pulse

The clanging of the metal door echoed like a death sentence as I was pushed into the cold, sterile cell. My breath caught in my throat, the weight of my situation crashing down on me all at once. "Naomi Hayes," the officer had said, her voice devoid of any empathy as she slapped the cuffs on me. "You're under arrest for the attempted murder of Damian Cross."I wanted to scream, to lash out at the absurdity of it all, but I could only stand there, shaking. My hands trembled, my heart beating wildly in my chest.Damian. My mind raced to him. He couldn’t be far. He wouldn’t let them do this to me."Naomi," a soft voice called out from the door. I turned to see Olivia, her eyes wide with worry, her lips parted in shock. She was the last person I expected to see here, but I was grateful for her presence."Olivia..." I croaked, my voice barely a whisper. "They’re trying to lock me away for something I didn’t do.""I know," she said, stepping into the cell and wrapping her arms around me, pu