บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire’s Ex-Dead Wife: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

What did you say?” Damian’s voice was low, dangerous.“You heard me.”“Say it again.”“Hmph.” I turned my face away, refusing to give him the satisfaction.The knock came again, louder this time.“We’re busy,” Damian’s voice was sharp but low. “Check the next restroom.”“We are not,” I snapped, trying to stand, but his hand stayed firmly on my waist, pinning me against the sink.“This is a meeting setting,” I hissed, my voice low. “And this isn’t your office either.”Something flickered in his eyes frustration, maybe even regret but it was gone too quickly to read.“We’ll talk about this later,” he said finally, stepping back just enough for me to breathe. “Clean yourself up and…”He hesitated, eyes locked on mine, as if fighting with himself. Whatever words he wanted to say never came. He just shook his head once, turned, and left.My knees felt weak.Damn him.I cleaned myself quickly and returned to the meeting, my skirt still damp and my mind reeling.Caden’s eyes found me insta

Damian’s words were still ringing in my ears when I left the room.He said he was going to check the surveillance, and judging by the way Vivian’s face went pale, I already knew something was about to explode.But instead of waiting around for the explosion, I grabbed my phone and headed straight to Emily’s.I needed air. I needed fun. I needed someone who wouldn’t glare at me like I was public enemy number one.“You totally forgot me,” Emily said the second she opened the door, arms crossed like a mom ready to scold me.“That’s too bad.”I put my hands together like I was praying. “Peace offering?”Emily squinted, then smirked. “You’re glowing.”“Maybe with drama,” I muttered, brushing past her.“Excuse you, I haven’t forgiven you yet,” she called, following me into her living room.“My life is literally a soap opera,” I said, throwing myself on her couch. “I didn’t intentionally forget you, bestie.”“Whatever,” Emily sniffed, but she sat next to me anyway. “I hate you, just so you k

The zipper was loud. Too loud. As the assistant unzipped the bag, I stretched my hand toward the glass as if I could freeze time. “Nooooo!” I shouted, my voice cracking. The assistant placed it gently on his hands like it were some forbidden sorcery. Damian stopped mid-sentence, turning to the item in his hand. His gaze narrowed, jaw slowly ticking. There it was. Too late. My eight-inch weapon meant for my private pleasure but now turned into the weapon fashioned against me…stood in all its glory in his hand. Damian stared at it. The room went dead silent. Then, very slowly, he dropped it like it burned him. “What,” he said, voice low, dangerous, “is this?” The assistant looked like he wanted to resign on the spot. “Sir, I—I… this was in the bag. Your bag,” he stammered. I mouthed the words I’m dead against the glass. The boardroom erupted. One man scoffed, “What kind of sick joke is this?” “Is this how the Salvatores run business?” Another added.

The room went so still I could hear the clock ticking.Damian stood in the doorway, sharp suit, sharper expression. His eyes cut from his mother to me, then to the cheque in my hand.“What is going on here?” he demanded.Mrs. Salvatore spoke first.“I’ve never seen anything like this. This woman, she’s a snake! I told you she wasn’t someone to be trusted!”“Look,” she continued, “I offered her ten million to leave us alone. She accepted. What does that tell you?”Damian turned to me. I raised my hand in protest.“I didn’t—”“What is that in your hand then?”Before I could defend myself, his mother beat me to it.“That’s the cheque in her hand. She even said ten million was too little.”Damian chuckled—wait, did he just…? He coughed, but I swear I saw a smirk. Maybe I imagined it.“She wants our life,” his mother finished dramatically.I never knew the family matriarch could be so dramatic. Honestly, I think Vivian deserves credit for this. As they say, birds of a feather flock together

His lips tasted like wine deep, full-bodied, with that faint tang of sweetness at the back of his mouth. I hadn’t expected it to taste like this, hadn’t expected the warmth to sweep over me so fast. His hand tightened around my waist, pulling me closer until my pulse was thrumming so loud I thought the g walls would echo it back at us.Just as I parted my mouth, ready to devour him whole, the door burst open.I jolted, teeth catching his lip.He grunted, low and sharp, a curse under his breath as he wiped the spot with his thumb. A streak of red. My stomach flipped. Great, first kiss and I’d turned him into a human Capri Sun.“Argh,” he hissed under his breath, jerking slightly, a hand flying up to touch his mouth.Blood. The faintest red sheen glistened where my teeth had sunk in.I slapped my hand to my mouth. “Oh my God, I’m sorry,” I muttered trying to clean the blood off his lips.“It’s okay,” he said pushing my hand gently away.The intruder gasped. “Mr. Voss! I’m so sorry!”I