All Chapters of Veil of Vows: Play The Billionaire's Game: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

=Damien's POV=The room was still humming with tension long after everyone left.Sera sat across from me, shoulders tight, staring at the last open file on the screen—one of the earliest drafts of the contract. Her name. My name. Terms. Dates. Cold, binding language meant to look sterile and strategic. But now, weaponized.“I should’ve seen it,” I murmured, dragging a hand down my face. “Julian... he was too quiet. Too perfect.”Sera didn’t respond at first. Her fingers were clenched around the pen she’d been holding since the meeting started, knuckles white. Then softly, “He was my best friend. I trusted him with everything.”“I know.” I stood, walked around the table, and gently took the pen from her grasp. “And he used that trust to bury a knife deep.”She looked up, eyes clouded. “What if this destroys everything I’ve tried to fix?”I crouched down in front of her, leveling our gaze. “Then we rebuild it—brick by brick. But not alone.”Her eyes softened, but that fear lingered. “Eve

=Sera’s POV=Croatia greeted us with gray skies and a biting chill that clung to the air like suspicion. Nasa loob kami ng isang black SUV, speeding through the winding roads outside Dubrovnik, papunta sa lokasyon ng safehouse. I held the dossier tighter in my lap—Julian’s travel history, the property deed under an alias, plus photos of him entering the country two days ago.“Tama ang hinala mo,” Alvarez said from the passenger seat. “The safehouse is under the name J.L. Reyes, pero it’s paid in full by a Luxembourg-based shell company. Julian’s been planning this retreat for years.”Damien was beside me, focused, hands on the wheel. “Once we’re there, I want eyes on every possible exit. Sera, you stay close.”“Malamang. Pag nakita ko naman si Julian, diretsong suntok sa mukha ang matatanggap niya!”He chuckled a bit and kissed me on my temple. "Okay baby. But we go in silent, okay? If he runs, we cut off all exits.”I nodded.Alvarez’s phone buzzed. “Local contact just confirmed—Juli

=Sera’s POV=May mga pangalan na binura ng kahapon.At may mga pangalang kailangang itayo muli—mas matatag, mas totoo.✴✴✴One week later in Navarro Headquarters... “Ma’am Sera, the new signage has arrived,” sabi ng receptionist habang inaabot sa akin ang mga design drafts ng bagong company logo.I studied the page closely. It wasn’t just an aesthetic update—it was symbolic. Clean lines, bolder typeface, a rising phoenix etched subtly behind the Navarro name.“It’s simple,” I murmured. “But strong.”“Like the woman running it now,” Damien said from behind me.Napatingin ako sa kaniya. He was in full ValeCorp mode—crisp suit, composed expression—but the moment our eyes met, I saw it. The softness he reserved only for me.“Sa totoo lang,” I replied in a low voice, “hindi ko akalaing mararating natin ’to.”“You fought for it,” he said, approaching slowly. “You gave Navarro a new pulse.”I smiled faintly. “Not alone.”We proceeded in the boardroom where the Navarro and ValeCorp will held

=Sera’s POV=There was no press, no podium, no flashing lights.Just silence, sunlight, and the scent of earth in the garden we were slowly reclaiming.Months ago, I lived in shadows—fighting ghosts, answering questions about a marriage I barely understood. Now, I stood in the middle of the old Navarro estate, barefoot on damp grass, and for the first time in so long…I was just Seraphina.No legacy to outrun. No mask to wear.Just me. And the man who never let go.✴✴✴Two weeks after the restoration started in the Navarro Estate, the new pavilion stood where a crumbling greenhouse used to be. Open air, soft wood, surrounded by wildflowers that hadn’t bloomed in years. We kept most of them as they were—raw, untamed. Alive.We gathered today not for a business launch, nor a gala. But for something softer. Quieter.“Simple lang, Sera,” Julianne—one of our lead architects—had said earlier. “You don’t need anything loud to mark something that means everything.”At hindi ko na kailangang p

=Sera’s POV=The light that filtered through the sheer white curtains wasn’t harsh—it was soft, almost like it was being gentle with us. Parang alam niyang, after everything we’ve gone through, we finally deserved mornings like this.I stirred beneath the sheets, the linen warm against my skin, and reached out instinctively. Damien’s side was already empty, but not cold. His warmth still lingered, as if he had just stepped out.Narinig ko ang mahina’t pamilyar na tunog ng brewing coffee mula sa kitchen nook ng villa. The scent of roasted beans mixed with sea breeze, calming my nerves in a way I never knew I needed.For a moment, I just laid there. Eyes open, staring at the ceiling, feeling my own breath move in and out of my chest. Walang paparazzi. Walang board meeting. Walang tanong na kailangang sagutin.Just this. A quiet morning. A life unburdened.I finally got up, wrapped myself in one of Damien’s shirts, and padded barefoot toward the veranda.And there he was.Sitting with a