Surrendering to the Billionaire のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

The morning light broke too early. Amelia woke tangled in Adrian’s arms, his skin warm against hers, his breath steady, even as the weight of the world coiled tighter around them. The ache between her thighs was a raw, exquisite reminder of the night before. Last night hadn’t been soft. For one suspended moment, it felt like none of it was real — the photos, the headlines, the threats. Just his body curved around hers like armor. But then her phone buzzed. Again. She reached for her phone and flinched, more missed calls. Notifications, emails. Headlines she didn’t dare read.  Adrian stirred, pressing a kiss to the top of her shoulder. “Don’t,” he murmured. “Not yet.” She nodded against his chest, her voice husky. &ld

The conference room fell into a tense silence, the glow from the monitors casting a cold light on the faces of those present. Amelia’s words hung in the air like static, making the room feel heavier. The monitors blinked silently, casting a cold glow across their faces. Adrian didn’t move. Not even a blink. His gaze was fixed on the monitors as if staring long enough would make the woman behind the codename reveal herself. Amelia, however, shifted closer to the screen, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, more in defense than defiance. “What if it’s personal?” she repeated, slower this time. The analyst nodded. “We’re digging. Whoever she is, she’s good. Smart. Covered her tracks with precision. We’ve got code pattern

The morning after the break-in didn’t begin with screaming alarms or encrypted threats. It began with sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, painting golden streaks over the plush ivory rug. For the first time in weeks, there was no urgency in the air, no emergency calls, no encrypted messages blinking with warnings. Just sunlight. And the soft hum of the city waking up.Amelia stretched like a cat, limbs tangled in soft sheets, the scent of Adrian still fresh on the pillow beside her. She blinked groggily, then rolled over, expecting the bed to be empty again. But it wasn’t.He was still there. Flat on his back, hair a mess, one arm draped over his eyes like the sunlight was personally attacking him.“You’re still here?” she murmured, voice low and lazy.Adrian moved his arm and looked at her, squinting. “I was held hostage by the bed.”She grinned. “Should I call fo

The morning unfolded like a perfectly choreographed ballet inside Black & Rowe headquarters. Sunlight cut across the high-rise glass walls, painting streaks of gold across the gleaming floors of the executive level. The air smelled faintly of espresso, ambition, and expensive leather, mingling in that very specific scent found only in offices where billions moved like chess pieces. The glass structure shimmered like a promise of power, perfection, and absolute control. Inside, the hum of a regular workday had already begun. Amelia stepped off the elevator with a soft ding, her heels tapping against the marble floor as she walked toward her office. She looked composed, hair in a sleek high ponytail, navy pantsuit tailored to precision, and her expression calm but alert. She offered a warm smile to Lina, the executive floor assista

The photograph trembled slightly in Amelia’s hand. There she was. The familiar face. Smiling. Unbothered. Alive. “Sophie!” Her voice cracked at the edges. Adrian nodded slowly, his gaze never leaving her. “Taken three nights ago. Outside a building owned by one of Voss’s shell companies in Zurich.” She hadn’t seen that face in what felt like a lifetime, yet here she was captured in grainy surveillance footage, slipping out of a nondescript sedan. Her hair was shorter now, a pixie cut framing a face that once wore fragility like silk. But in this photo, she looked different. Sharper. More dangerous. Adrian watched her closely as she stared at the image, the weight of what it