All Chapters of The Billionaire's Dirty Secrets: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

CHAPTER 32 - ArrivalRonan’s POVThe sight of Damian Vexley’s face on the monitor was a jolt of pure, undiluted history. He was the family portrait my father had taken down and burned. The ghost given flesh, standing in the daylight at my gate.And he was looking right at us.Calla’s hand in mine had gone from cold to rigid. I could feel the fine tremors running through her. The name “Sharpe” had done that—a key turned in a lock I’d never be able to pick.“He can’t know we’re here,” I said, more to myself than to her. The bunker was a secret, its entrance concealed, its location a void on any blueprint. But Damian’s knowing gaze was absolute. “It’s a guess. A power play.”“He doesn’t guess,” Calla whispered, her voice hollow. “Evan… Evan used to say the Vexleys had eyes in the stone. That they knew things they shouldn’t.”Eyes in the stone. The phrase was a blade of ice. My father’s paranoia, his love of surveillance, his belief that loyalty was a myth—Damian would share that. He’d he

CHAPTER 34 - New Relationship Ronan’s POVTwo days after the gallery, and the house still held its breath.The structural repairs were underway, the forensic cleaners had come and gone, erasing the physical evidence. But the silence felt different. It wasn’t the tense quiet of a siege, nor the hollow echo of a fortress. It was the fragile, waiting stillness after a forest fire, when the air is clear and the scorched earth is ready for something new to grow.Calla moved through it like a ghost learning to be solid again. She spent hours in the garden with Aurelius, or in the kitchen with Anya, learning recipes with a focused intensity that had nothing to do with food and everything to do with relearning normalcy. She didn’t flinch at sudden sounds anymore. But sometimes, I’d catch her staring at the newly installed gallery window, her gaze miles away, and I knew she was back on the marble floor with a gun in her hand and a monster at the window.She had saved us. Not with the gun, but

CHAPTER 36 - DOES HE? Calla’s POV The problem with dragons is they don’t just fly away when you slay the king. Ronan’s aunt and cousin didn’t get back in their town car and vanish. They went to a hotel—the most expensive one in the city—and called him the next morning. Lillian’s voice, now a symphony of wounded pride and brittle concern, echoed through the speakerphone. “You cannot simply cast out your only living female relatives, Ronan. Not after everything. Your mother would be ashamed. We are staying at The Regency. We will remain until you’ve come to your senses and we can have a civilized discussion about the future. As family.” Ronan’s jaw had been granite. He wanted to have them physically removed from the city. But I’d placed a hand on his arm. “No.” He’d looked at me, frustration warring with protectiveness. “They’re vipers. They’ll only cause pain.” “They’re also a test,” I’d said, the realiza

CHAPTER 38 - The BacktalkCalla’s POVThe café was a symphony of normal sounds—the hiss of the espresso machine, the low murmur of conversations, the clatter of cups. For two hours, it was a sanctuary. Jade held my hands across the table as I told her everything. Everything. The poisoning. The safe houses. Dominic’s lighter. Damian at the window. The words poured out of me like a lanced wound, and she listened, her eyes wide with horror and awe, never letting go.“Jesus, Calla,” she breathed when I finished. “You really did live a thriller.”“Sometimes it still feels like I’m living it,” I admitted, stirring my long-cold coffee. “Just with better decor.”She squeezed my hands. “And him? The broody billionaire? What’s the real deal?”That’s when I told her about the distance. The guest room. The aunt’s vicious insinuations. The seed of doubt that had taken root and flourished in the silence.Jade’s expression shifted from supportive to fiercely protective.

CHAPTER 40 - TRUSTRonan’s POVThe study door was a barrier I’d built myself. On one side, the carefully controlled world of strategy and threat assessments. On the other, a kitchen that felt like a warzone of flour and accusations.Project.The word echoed in the silent room, a branding iron on my conscience. Is that what she truly believed? That all of this—the protection, the battles fought, the future I was desperately trying to forge—was just about managing a problem? Curating an asset?I’d stared down guns and traffickers without flinching. But the raw, betrayed fury in Calla’s eyes as she defended her friend… that had unmanned me. It had made me say things I hadn’t meant. Or worse, things I had meant, but should never have voiced.She is a weakness.The truth of it was tactical, not personal. Jade was a vulnerability. A new face, an unknown history, a connection to Calla’s past that I couldn’t vet, couldn’t control. In the chess game we were still playing—even with Damian gone,