บททั้งหมดของ A private deal with the billionaire ceo: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

The air in the war room was heavy with exhaustion and the stench of burnt coffee. Maps were scattered across the table, digital screens hummed with static, and the mood was as brittle as glass. I dropped the folder of intel i’d brought back onto the table with a soft thud, my chest still tight from the last encounter with Phantom.I thought there would be relief in returning, but instead, i found Halstrom already in mid-argument with a group of superiors. His broad shoulders were tense, and his expression twisted into something between disgust and impatience when he turned to face me.“Good, you’re here,” Halstrom said, his voice dripping with disdain. “Saves me the trouble of sending someone to fetch you. Sit down.”I raised a brow but didn’t move. “That doesn’t sound like a warm welcome.”One of the older superiors; a gray-haired man with tired eyes, cleared his throat. “Emma, we’ve been discussing your role here… and it seems clear that you’ve become a liability.”I blinked, genuin

The hospital smelled faintly of disinfectant and sterile linen, but beneath it lingered a darker heaviness I couldn’t shake. Damon’s hospital room was tucked deep inside the private wing of the facility he owned, a floor cut off from wandering eyes, hushed to the point that every sound felt magnified. The steady, artificial beeping of the heart monitor was the only sign that he was still tethered to life.I sat in the chair beside him, fingers clenched around the armrest so tightly that my knuckles ached. The sight of him hooked up to wires, his chest rising shallowly, was unbearable. His skin was too pale, his lips cracked, and every now and then a tremor ran through him like his body was still fighting invisible battles.The toxin. Dennis’s people hadn’t just wanted him captured, they had wanted him destroyed from the inside. Some elite operative had managed to cut Damon deep with a blade laced in poison, one meant to eat away at him long after the fight was over. I had seen tough m

I slid my fingers across the cold steel of a new handgun and felt, absurdly, like a kid again. The thrill sparking in the chest at the sight of something new and deadly. The clang of crates hitting the floor echoed through the hideout like music. One lid was pried open, revealing rows of gleaming rifles nestled in black foam; another crate revealed sleek, sharp knifed that were lined up like teeth. For a moment the tension that had been suffocating us all lifted. Agents crowded around, their hushed voices buzzing with relief and even, dare I say, hope.Weapons meant strength. They also meant survival. It was a clear sign that Dennis would have to bleed before he ever got the better of us again.I couldn’t help smiling as I ran a thumb over the polished slide of a pistol. I’d been using the same piece for months; it was reliable, scarred with constant use. But this was new and exciting. It honestly felt like a promise, a silent vow that we could fight back or die trying.“Looks like Ch

The week blurred past in a haze of exhaustion, bruises, and a steady thrum of fear I refused to let control me. Training filled every waking hour as I did hand-to-hand combat with Damon until my arms shook, target practice with Silas under his sharp, unblinking eye, tactical drills with Ruby barking instructions sharper than any blade. It all felt easier with them around me. I went to bed sore, woke up sorer, and did it all again. My body was beginning to feel like it belonged to someone else but it was someone harder and built for what was coming.But no amount of conditioning could erase the knot in my stomach. It sat there like a stone, heavy and immovable, whispering the same reminder every time I tried to sleep: this might be the last week I’d ever see.Everyone had their own way of coping. Ruby worked like a woman possessed, her rage turned into pure fuel, her strikes vicious enough to leave men twice her size stumbling back. Silas was quieter, focused, almost reverent in his pr

Emma’s scream still rang in my ears when the world shattered.Her body slipped past my grasp, tumbling into the yawning void beneath the cliff, her bloodied figure swallowed by the raging waters below.“EMMA!”I lunged forward without a thought, heart tearing in my chest, but a pair of arms wrapped around me, steel-strong and unyielding.“Damon, no!” Abel’s voice was hoarse with desperation as he yanked me back, locking me in place. I struggled violently, rage and grief thrashing inside me, but his grip was relentless.“Let me go! She’s down there. I can get to her. I have to—”“She’s gone!” Abel’s words sliced through me like a blade, but I refused them, denied them, hated them.“No!” My roar tore from my throat, feral and raw. “She’s not dead. She’s not!”The intercom on Abel’s belt crackled, Ruby’s voice frantic. “What happened? Abel, Damon, talk to me! I heard two shots. Emma? Where’s Emma?!”The silence that followed was suffocating. Abel swallowed hard and pressed the button, hi