Semua Bab The Billionaire's Brutal Seduction: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Now"Un-freaking-believable," Chloe Carter muttered under her breath, gripping the heavy box tighter as her dignity slipped with every step. She marched down Lester Harbor's bustling sidewalk in a fitted gray dress that hugged her curves, ballet flats tapping a furious rhythm on the pavement. Sweat beaded along the nape of her neck, dampening strands of jet-black hair that spoke of a Chinese heritage she'd inherited from birth parents she'd never know.Today sucked. Losing your job had a unique sting, especially when you'd killed yourself climbing corporate ladders, only to tumble head-first.The afternoon sun blazed unforgivingly bright, reflecting off tinted windows and flashy cars—one in particular snagging her attention. A sleek, black Lamborghini parked at a reserved spot, broadcasting wealth and power she knew far too intimately. Her pulse tripped, memories flooding like liquid fire, sparking across her skin.No. Not now. Not today.Yet her traitorous gaze fixed on him. Six feet

Dinner at the opulent Riviera restaurant was anything but pleasant for Damian. As Scott-Quinn Enterprise's chief financial officer, his presence at the work dinner was obligatory. Entangled in a web spun by his influential family—with his father, Alistair Scott, as CEO and his uncle, Nick Quinn, at the helm of the board of directors—escaping these gatherings was a futile wish.The family business was a colossus, powering Lester Harbor’s economy and conquering everything from energy and real estate to the flashiest tech. Damian knew the numbers cold: solar farms, oil and gas fields, skyscrapers, and tech start-ups. His father and uncle kept the business clean, at least on paper, but Nick always liked to color outside the lines. Damian felt it every time his uncle started talking about “partnerships” with Angelo Lucciano, the city’s favorite mafia boss with a trust-fund smile and pockets full of politicians.Still, Lucciano looked like a children’s party compared to the shit Saira Quinn

The blackout hit just as the first raindrops hammered the windows. For a split second, everything froze. Then the crowd erupted—phones flashing, bodies pressed close, someone howling for shots. In minutes, the whole party became a wild, glowing carnival. This was college life: a time when losing electricity turned into an impromptu festival.“It’s raining. Classic. Of course, the power bails right when the sky opens,” Chloe said, flicking wet hair from her lashes.Damian grinned, rain dripping down his jaw. “Nothing says college like a blackout and a little biblical weather. We should probably bail before it turns into Lord of the Flies in there.”Thunder rumbled, mingling with the rain. The downpour deepened, weaving his wet hair into glossy tendrils curling at the nape of his neck.She cocked an eyebrow. “So what’s the move, party boy?”"How about we escape to my place? Quiet, dry, good snacks. And I promise, you’ll remember the night," Damian offered. He placed his beer on the near

Gemma Rochefort was the last person Damian wanted to see the next day. He wouldn't bother wasting time with her if it weren't for his family's mess. "What's my gorgeous man been up to?" Her shrill voice sliced through the calm as she approached him at Picasso's Café downtown.She sat across from him at a cozy table by the window, ordering two coffees when the waiter approached. "Picture perfect" was one way to describe her—with her red lipstick flawlessly applied, her cold beauty became more striking. To Damian, she was nothing more than a leech. He met plenty of hungry women like Gemma, wanting sex and a lifestyle he could offer with his wealth. Like them, she was a dime a dozen. "I am not your man," Damian growled. He glanced away, avoiding direct contact with Gemma's prying eyes."Your mother would disagree," she affirmed, half-smiling. "I'm not my mother," Damian replied tersely, his teeth gritted.Gemma leaned forward. "She owns you, Damian. She's the reason your half-sister i

"What the hell was that all about?" Chloe demanded, staring fiercely at Damian outside the cafeteria. The rain tapered into a drizzle as the clouds parted to unveil an azure sky in the backdrop of sunshine.She had left the lunch abruptly, grabbing her fleece jacket and muttering a hasty excuse, only to be followed by the relentless blond Casanova.Damian cut to the chase, his voice strong and unwavering. "Here's the truth. You're attracted to me, but you're afraid to admit it. And I... I'm drawn to you.""We're not together. End of story." Chloe stood her ground, her face tinged with irritation."We can change that," Damian suggested, his grin playful yet predatory."Stop smirking. I'm not another one of your flings.""Flings?" His smile faded. "What are you getting at?""Don't play ignorant. I won't be another notch on your bedpost. You're known for playing the field, Damian."His expression darkened, the playful smirk dissolving into a furrow of anger. "I don't know what rumors you