Semua Bab The love that killed me, The Billionaire who saved me : Bab 51 - Bab 57

The room fell into a heavy silence as the harsh reality of the legal battle set in.“Finding another victim who isn’t tied to his inner circle would make everything much easier,” Julie muttered, tapping her chin.Suddenly, Julie sat up straight, an idea sparking in her eyes. “What if…”Both men turned to look at her expectantly.“What if we add something at the end of the leaked video?” She looked back and forth between Diego and Dante. “A clear message to the public. If anyone has ever been a victim of Daniel Creswell… they should come forward. We’ll promise them complete legal and physical protection. The DeLuca family will stand behind every single one of them.”Dante slowly nodded, approval dawning on his face. “That’s actually a very good idea. People are afraid because they think they’re fighting alone.”Diego smiled faintly, building on the concept. “Better yet… we’ll allow anonymous reports to start. If they don’t have to reveal their identities immediately in public… more peo

Sylvia dropped her professional demeanor instantly. A cold, predatory smile spread across her face as she stepped around the desk. She leaned over him, running a hand over his broad shoulder, pressing her body against his side."Shh, Diego," Sylvia whispered softly into his ear, her voice dripping with artificial sweetness. "Just relax. You're just tired."Diego tried to push her away, his powerful instincts fighting against the drug, but his muscles refused to obey his commands. The sheer potency of the substance dragged him down into a hazy, intoxicated stupor. He could barely keep his eyes open.Unknown to Diego, the side door of the private office clicked open just a fraction. A strange man slipped silently into the room, holding a high-end digital camera equipped with a professional telephoto lens. Moving with practiced stealth, the man adjusted the angle, capturing a rapid sequence of clear, compromising photos and video clips of Sylvia practically straddling the heavily intoxic

The flashing red and blue lights of the police cruiser cast a harsh glow across the polished marble floor of the lobby. Inside the building, the murmur of the crowd died down instantly as Diego Orlov pulled his phone from his pocket. His face was a mask of cold fury. Without breaking eye contact with the trembling officers who had tried to arrest him, he dialed a direct number. It took less than two rings before the call was picked up. "Chief," Diego said, his voice dropping into a dangerous, icy register that carried across the quiet room. "I am standing in the lobby of my company with three of your officers who decided to show up with fabricated charges, a pair of handcuffs, and a pack of reporters. You have ten minutes to get down here, along with your head commander, or you won't have a department left by Monday morning." Before the chief could stammer out a reply, Diego ended the call. He turned his cold gaze toward Dante, who was already stepping forward. Dante nodded sharpl