All Chapters of Vegas Vows: A Billionaire's Gamble: Chapter 51 - Chapter 55

Chapter 51: (Sophia’s POV) The dim light of the second bedroom in Lila’s apartment offered no comfort, only shadows that mirrored the state of my soul. It had been days since the headline dropped, days since the sight of Damien's furious, possessive kiss with Clara had frozen the blood in my veins. I sat cross-legged on the floor beside the drafting table, the headline photo—printed, now, because the digital image kept reappearing like a virus—crumpled tightly in my fist. My eyes were dry, exhausted from a reservoir of tears that had simply run out. Now, there was only the cold, steady ache of devastation. The sketches of my new collection, ‘Unscripted,’ lay untouched. They were meant to be vibrant, defiant, a declaration of my independence. But independence felt fragile, purchased with the currency of utter heartbreak. I felt less like a phoenix rising and more like cold ash scattered on the floor. My mind was a painful, self-destructive loop, cycling through every momen

Chapter 53: (Damien’s POV)The Lancaster Group office was the only place where I felt like I could breathe, like I could think. Outside these walls, the city buzzed and roared with indifference, but in here, I was in control—or at least, I pretended I was. My corporate armor felt heavier today, thicker somehow, as if it needed to protect me not just from the world, but from myself.The aftermath of the St. Regis disaster still lingered, an invisible weight pressing against my chest. Clara was taken care of. Legally neutralized, silenced by a non-disclosure agreement, and rewarded handsomely to keep her mouth shut about the wine she had laced. I told myself it was business, nothing personal. But the truth was, every cent I spent to buy her silence left a bitter taste in my mouth.Marcus had been dealt with differently. He didn’t need a silence agreement or a payoff. He had received a raise—astronomical, by all standards—a formal apology, and strict orders never to speak about that nig

--- Chapter 55: (Damien’s POV) The invitation felt heavier than paper should feel. It rested in my hand like a verdict, printed on thick, cream-colored cardstock, the letters pressed in gold foil that caught the light every time I moved it. This wasn’t just an announcement. It wasn’t just an event. It was a declaration. A rebirth. A war. And a quiet statement of my irrelevance. It had been addressed simply to Mr. D. Lancaster. No title. No warmth. No familiarity. The envelope had been plain, sealed carefully, delivered by a courier who disappeared before security could even log his arrival. A ghost delivery. Clean. Intentional. It had Sophia written all over it. I stood by the window of my penthouse office, the city lights glowing beneath me, the invitation still in my hand two hours after Lila had walked out and shattered what little denial I had left. The paper felt cold. Fragile. As if one wrong move would tear it in half. I read it again. Lancaster Designs Presents t