Vegas Vows: A Billionaire's Gamble의 모든 챕터: 챕터 41 - 챕터 47

Chapter 41: (Sophia’s POV) The air in the Grand Palais was a heady mix of expensive perfume, polished leather, and manic ambition. This was the annual Paris Prêt-à-Porter Week opening conference—a major industry event designed to connect designers with buyers, press, and investors. Two weeks had passed since I arrived in Paris, and two weeks since Damien had declared my love as "mistake"even without me declaring it. I am very sure he didn't love me back , it was all contract The silence from him was total. No calls, no texts, only silent, automated transfers from the Lancaster bank account—an agonizing reminder that the contract was alive, even if the marriage was dead. I was here, officially, to announce my entry into the market and showcase my initial sketches. My presentation table was small but prominent, featuring my new line of designs, which I’d dubbed Unscripted—all sharp cuts and resilient fabrics, echoing my current mental state. I stood by my table, fielding po

Chapter 43 Chapter 43: (Damien’s POV) The walls of the penthouse study felt like they were closing in. Three days had passed since I had ordered Sophia away, and the air was thin, cold, and utterly silent. The only sound was the incessant tapping of my pen against the desk as I stared, unseeing, at the legal brief detailing my father’s vast, complicated estate. I hadn't contacted Sophia. I wouldn't. I was too busy dissecting the note, hunting for the ghost that had returned to haunt me. The search was slow, maddening, and fruitless. The trauma of my past was an intricate knot, and every attempt to pull it apart only tightened the chokehold on my sanity. Then, the private line on my desk buzzed. It was Marcus. “Sir, I’m sorry to interrupt your lockdown, but this is unavoidable.” Marcus sounded tense, his professional facade strained. “It’s in the Paris trade papers. And on the international wire.” I leaned back, already anticipating the worst. “What is it? Did Clara manage ano

Chapter 45(Sophia’s POV)I met Ethan for the final time that afternoon in a secluded courtyard of the Grand Palais, away from the constant buzz of the conference. The air was cool, the sunlight muted by the high, stone walls.I had spent the last two days wrestling with the contract. The legal terms were sound, offering me creative control and a massive salary. But Damien’s furious warning—*“He is using you to get to me”—*played on repeat.“I can’t do this, Ethan,” I said finally, placing the folder back on the wrought-iron table.He didn't look surprised. He simply nodded, his expression softening with understanding. “It’s Damien, isn't it? He pulled the non-compete clause.”“He pulled the Ice King,” I corrected, my voice bitter. “He is terrified of the corporate blowback. He sees this as an attack on the Lancaster Group, and he thinks I’m a pawn you’re using to destabilize him.”Ethan leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees. He looked genuinely hurt. “And what do you think?

Chapter 47: (Sophia’s POV)After the brutal exchange, the studio door remained closed, sealing Damien inside with his pride and his ghosts. I stood outside in the hallway, the leather suitcase—my only luggage—at my feet.My face felt stiff, the remnants of tears dried by the ferocity of my resolve. I had claimed the separation; I had chosen the heartbreak. The shame of letting him near me, only to be tossed aside as a "mistake" and accused of corporate treachery, was a wound deeper than any abandonment .The tears dried by the force of my decision. I wasn’t ending the contract—not legally. His signature was still beside mine. But I was stepping away from him, from the intensity, from the hurt. For now.I needed distance before I drowned.I pulled out my phone. I wasn't leaving New York yet, not with the truth about his mother waiting to be uncovered.The screen lit up with Lila’s name. She answered on the second ring, her voice tight with concern.“Soph? What happened? I saw the car