Todos os capítulos de THE BILLIONAIRE’S OBSESSION : Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

Sienna’s heart pounded as she stared at Damien. The room was silent except for the distant hum of the city outside, but inside, it felt like a storm was brewing. He had just said it. If he couldn’t stop them, he would die trying. She refused to accept that. “No,” she whispered, shaking her head. “That’s not an option.” His gaze was steady, but there was something dangerous beneath it. A quiet resignation. “Sienna—” “No,” she snapped, her voice trembling. “You don’t just get to throw your life away like this.” His jaw tensed. “It’s not about throwing anything away. It’s about finishing what they started.” Her chest tightened. “Then we find another way.” He exhaled, running a hand through his hair. “You don’t understand—” “Then make me understand,” she fired back. “Because all I see is you walking straight into a trap, and I’m not going to stand here and let you do it.” Damien studied her for a long moment. The muscles in his arms were tense, his entire body coiled

The old estate felt like a tomb. Sienna sat on the worn leather couch, her arms wrapped around her knees as she listened to the creaks and groans of the house settling around them. The walls were thick, the air stale, as if the place had been holding its breath for years waiting for someone to return. Damien stood near the fireplace, his back turned to her, deep in thought. He had been like this since they arrived silent, brooding, distant. She knew better than to push him when he was in this mood, but the tension between them was suffocating. She rubbed her temples, exhaustion creeping in. “You haven’t told me why this place was Vienna’s safe house.” Damien remained quiet for a long moment before finally turning around. “Because it wasn’t just hers. It was ours.” Sienna’s breath hitched. Ours. She wasn’t sure which part of that word scared her more. She had always known Damien and Vienna were connected in ways he never spoke about. But hearing him admit it that they h

The tunnel was cold and damp, the scent of earth thick in the air. Sienna’s breath came in uneven gasps as she stumbled forward, her fingers brushing against the rough walls for balance. Damien’s grip on her wrist was firm, guiding her through the darkness. Vienna led the way, moving swiftly as if she had traveled this path a hundred times before. The faint light of a flashlight flickered in her hand, casting eerie shadows on the stone walls. Sienna’s heart was still pounding from the gunfire above. Someone had found them. Someone had tracked them to what was supposed to be a safe house. And now they were running for their lives. The tunnel stretched endlessly, its narrow walls pressing in on them. The further they went, the more suffocating the silence became. The only sound was their hurried footsteps and the occasional distant echo of something shifting in the dark. Sienna swallowed hard. “Where does this lead?” Vienna didn’t glance back. “To an exit about two miles fro

Sienna’s breath hitched as she locked eyes with the man in black. His expression was unreadable too controlled, too knowing, like he had been expecting this exact moment for a long time. Behind him, the dozen armed men stood in perfect formation, their presence exuding quiet authority. They weren’t some random thugs. No, this was something far more organized. Something far more dangerous. Damien shifted slightly, putting himself between Sienna and the man, his gun raised. “Who are you?” The man smiled, slow and deliberate. “It’s not about who I am, Mr. Knight. It’s about what I represent.” His voice was smooth, almost polite, but the edge beneath it sent chills down Sienna’s spine. Damien didn’t lower his gun. “You have three seconds to step aside before I put a bullet in you.” The man chuckled, shaking his head. “Always so brash. That’s what makes you predictable.” Sienna’s fingers curled into fists. “What do you want?” His sharp gaze flicked to her, studying her li

Sienna’s breath hitched as she reread the note, her fingers tightening around the fragile piece of paper. The weight of those few scribbled lines settled in her chest like a stone, heavy and suffocating. *Find the key. It’s the only way to end this.* She swallowed hard. Her father had known this would happen. He had known she would be hunted. But why? Vienna leaned closer, her sharp eyes scanning the note. “If your father wrote this, that means he knew they were after you long before now.” Sienna’s fingers trembled. “But why didn’t he tell me? Why leave me defenseless?” Vienna’s gaze darkened. “Maybe he thought ignorance was safer.” She folded her arms. “Or maybe he underestimated how far they’d go to get to you.” Sienna’s chest tightened. Everything was spinning out of control. Damien was missing, they were being hunted, and now this—this cryptic message from a man she barely remembered. (The key)“What does it open?” she murmured, mostly to herself. Vienna exha