Damien's Willing Captive のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 161 - チャプター 170

Damien’s POV The boardroom erupted into noise the second I gave the word. Papers were shifting, tablets unlocking, voices clashing over each other, everyone trying to prove they weren’t the ones who screwed up. I let them talk for a full minute. Then I slammed my palm on the table. Silence. Instant. “Everyone will speak one at a time,” I said, voice flat and final. “And whatever we say in this room stays in this room. If anything leaves this table, I will know, and it will be dealt with.” A few people nodded. A few swallowed hard. One person shifted like they were already guilty. My eyes caught it. “George. Start.” George, head of Finance, cleared his throat. “The drop happened too fast for us to respond. The investors had already started pulling out and threatening to go over to Osmond before we got any official notice. They didn’t negotiate, didn’t request meetings, nothing. It was like they wanted us blindsided.” “That’s because they did,” I said. “They didn’t

Damien’s POV She tapped her manicured fingers on the table impatiently, but I wasn’t about to give up. I leaned closer. “Can I let you in on a secret?” I asked carefully, and she shrugged. “Are you aware that Carlos only married you for leverage? Your father’s backing was the key he needed to take over my dad’s company. Once he had it, he used it to destroy my family. And when your dad caught on to being played? Osmond killed him too. Made it look like a heart attack, but it was murder. No doubt.” Her face went white immediately, hand covering her mouth to stiffen a scream or outburst. Whichever, but I have her attention now. “No…that’s not true. My father had a cardiac arrest and died as a result of that,” she said, the confusion visible through her expression. “What do you mean he killed my father? That’s crazy…you’re lying to make me fight him so you can win whatever game you both are playing now! I’m not falling for that, Damien Voss.” I dropped a USB stick on the

Damien’s POV It would be unfair to the entire world if it just ends with a kiss. And as a good person, I can’t let that happen. Her tongue slid against mine, hot and demanding, and I groaned into her mouth, my hands already fisting the hem of her dress. I yanked it up her thighs, rough but controlled, because I needed to feel her skin under my palms…needed to prove she was still here, still mine. It’s been a long time coming. I had her…but it was still so unreal. She gasped when my fingers brushed the edge of her panties, her body tensing for a split second, that tiny hesitation flickering in her eyes like she was second-guessing this fire we were igniting. Against the throb in my lower region, I pulled back just enough to look at her, my forehead pressed to hers, breathing hard. “It’s okay,” I murmured, kissing her soft and slow, my lips trailing to the corner of her mouth, her jaw, reassuring her with every gentle press that I’d take care of her, that wanting me back wasn’t a

Isabella’s POVThat evening I had the miscarriage has always been my worst nightmare. But long before it turned into a nightmare, it started as this stupid, reckless dream…some faceless guy in a club who made me feel wanted for the first time in my life. I let him take me upstairs, let him take everything, my first time, my trust, my dignity, and then he just disappeared.He didn’t even have the basic decency to pay for the damn hotel room.I stood there at the checkout the next morning, legs shaking, blood on my thighs, crying while I handed over my own credit card to cover the bill. I paid for the room where I lost my virginity to a stranger who didn’t even bother to tell me his name.I’ve never felt more pathetic in my entire life. And I swore never to.This time around, the dream started the way it always did…with the bassline thumping through my bones, the strobe lights slicing the dark, the taste of tequila burning my throat. I was twenty-four again, laughing too loud, dancing

Isabella’s POVEllie’s arms were around me before I could even catch my breath. She pulled me into her like I was something small and breakable, tucking my head under her chin, her hand stroking my damp hair in slow, steady passes.“Hey, hey, Bella… shh, it’s okay. You’re okay.” Her voice was soft, sleepy-rough, but already laced with worry. The mattress dipped as she shifted closer, curling her body around mine like a shield. “What happened? Talk to me.”I couldn’t. The second she spoke, the sobs I’d been trying to control came clawing out…loud, ugly, uncontrollable. They shook my whole body, made my ribs ache like they were cracking open.Ellie’s hand stilled on my hair. “Hey…did Damien hurt you?”The question hit like a slap. I sobbed harder, curling into a tighter ball, face pressed into the pillow so hard I could barely breathe. Because yes…no…I didn’t even know anymore. He hadn’t hit me. He hadn’t forced me when I said no. But he’d taken something anyway, something I wasn’t rea