Todos os capítulos de THE BILLIONAIRE’S OBSESSION : Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

Sienna’s hands trembled as she clutched the glass of wine Damien had poured her. She barely tasted the rich liquid as it slid down her throat, her mind clouded with the events of the past twenty-four hours. The tension in the room was thick, stretching between them like an invisible thread threatening to snap. Damien stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows of his penthouse, his broad shoulders stiff, his hands buried in his pockets. He hadn’t spoken much since they arrived. The storm raging outside mirrored the one inside her chest, a turbulent mix of anger, confusion, and an aching desire she couldn't control. “You’ve barely touched your drink,” he murmured, finally breaking the silence. Sienna lifted her gaze to meet his. “I didn’t come here to drink.” Her voice was firm, but she knew he could hear the slight waver in it. His lips twitched, not quite a smirk, not quite a smile. “No, you came here because you can’t stay away.” Her fingers tightened around the stem of her glas

Sienna barely had time to process what was happening before Damien’s lips crashed onto hers. It wasn’t careful or hesitant it was raw, consuming, filled with something dangerous and uncontrollable. His grip on her waist tightened as he pulled her flush against his body, his warmth searing into her. She had thought about this moment more times than she could count, but nothing could have prepared her for the sheer force of it. The way his hands moved with purpose, the way his body pressed against hers as if he was claiming her, possessing her. And she let him. Because, deep down, she knew she had already been his for a long time. Her fingers tangled in his hair, tugging just enough to draw a low groan from him. The sound sent a thrill down her spine, a rush of power she hadn’t expected. She wasn’t the only one unraveling. But then just as suddenly as he had kissed her he pulled away. Damien’s breathing was ragged, his chest rising and falling rapidly. His eyes burned with s

Sienna didn’t know when she had fallen asleep. She only knew that when she woke up, the bed beside her was empty. For a moment, she thought she had imagined everything the way Damien had pulled her into his arms, the way his lips had claimed hers like she was the only thing that mattered. But the lingering warmth on the sheets, the faint scent of him on her skin, told her otherwise. He had been here. And now he was gone. She sat up, clutching the sheet to her chest as she scanned the dimly lit room. The city lights still flickered through the massive windows, casting long shadows across the sleek furniture. The bathroom door was open. Empty. Her stomach twisted. Sienna slipped out of bed, wrapping the sheet around her like armor, and padded toward the door. As soon as she stepped into the hallway, she heard him. His voice was low, tight with frustration. “I told you to handle it,” Damien snapped. “I don’t care how much it costs just fix it.” Sienna’s pulse

Sienna sat stiffly in the back of the sleek black car, her arms folded across her chest as Daniel drove her home. The city buzzed around them, neon lights reflecting off the tinted windows, but inside, everything felt eerily still. She hated the silence. Hated the way it made her thoughts louder. Daniel hadn’t said much since they left Damien’s penthouse, but she could feel his gaze flickering toward her through the rearview mirror. She clenched her jaw. “How long are you going to keep looking at me like that?” Daniel sighed. “Like what?” “Like I’m about to shatter.” His grip on the steering wheel tightened. “I didn’t say that.” “You didn’t have to.” Another heavy silence filled the car, stretching between them like an open wound. Sienna turned to the window, watching as the city lights blurred past. She should have known this would happen. She should have never let herself believe that Damien was capable of change. But she had. And now, she was paying the pric

Sienna sat curled up on her couch, staring blankly at the city skyline through her window. The glow of neon lights flickered against the glass, but she barely registered them. Her chest was tight, her thoughts a tangled mess of emotions she couldn’t quite untangle. She had walked away from Damien. And for the first time, she hadn’t looked back. But then why did it feel like she had left a piece of herself behind? A sharp knock at the door made her jolt upright. Her heart stuttered. For a split second, she let herself believe let herself hope that maybe… maybe it was him. But she pushed the thought away just as quickly. Damien wasn’t the kind of man who chased after people. He let them go. And she had made her choice. Squaring her shoulders, she rose to her feet and walked to the door, forcing herself to take a steadying breath before pulling it open. It wasn’t Damien. It was Claire. The moment her best friend saw her face, she sighed. “Oh, honey…” Sienna bl