Semua Bab The Billionaire's Brutal Seduction: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Shock shattered the calm outside Chloe’s dorm room one week later. She had faced racism before, but nothing had ever cut as deep as this.Her hands trembled as she stared at the grotesque words painted in bold, red strokes across her dorm room door.CHINESE WHORE.The malicious message struck a blow, leaving her speechless and hurt. The public hate message chilled her to the bone.“Oh, my God,” Lisa gasped beside her, disbelief smeared across her face.The hallway buzzed with the muted whispers of students gathered around, their eyes wide with shock. Most shook their heads in dismay. Someone suggested, “Just ignore it,” but how could Chloe forget something so vicious, so targeted?Chloe’s vulnerability turned into tears as the initial shock morphed into a cold dread. Angie draped a comforting blanket around Chloe’s shoulders, pulling her into a gentle hug. “I’m so sorry, Chloe. You don’t deserve this—any of this.”Campus security pushed through the crowd, their expressions grave as th

Damian steered toward Liberty Golf Club, Chloe’s dorm door seared into his mind in acid-red. Not just paint. A slur meant to cut into her skin. Todd Wood was at the top of his list. Damian had erased worse vermin from influential social circles for a lot less.He'd studied that face from a social media picture on Chloe's phone: the smug chin tilt, eyes set too narrow for honesty, a proud mouth you wanted to shut forever. Damian had seen him before, drifting around the golf club on Saturday mornings, hanging at the edges of charity galas and networking parties where minglers pretended to like each other. He'd always filed him under forgettable—until now.The police filed Todd's alibi under "lack of evidence." No witnesses. No charges. Todd's bullshit? Dinner with Mommy and Daddy at the club. Damian didn't buy it. The Woods were a mid-tier dynasty; too small to matter in his world, but rich enough to buy a false explanation. People like that didn't threaten Damian; they irritated him, gn

Chloe paced the library's airy fifth-floor foyer, each step echoing her mounting anxiety. Damian was more than fifteen minutes late. Was he tangled in traffic or still at volleyball practice? She adjusted her backpack, steeling herself to leave, when the elevator dinged. The doors slid open, and Damian emerged, his presence commanding. His T-shirt clung to every muscle, and his jeans rode low on lean hips made for trouble. He strode out, eyes locked on her, closing the distance in three hungry steps. Before she could breathe, his arms wrapped her tight, pinning her to his chest. His mouth crashed down on hers—hungry, reckless, like he'd starved for her. She melted into the kiss, the world falling away, the taste of him flooding her senses, and every ounce of loneliness evaporating in his arms. "God, I've missed you so damn much," he murmured against her lips, his voice thick with emotion. "Life's been crazy—with the family drama and all." "No explanation needed. I've been followin

Chloe inhaled the ocean’s salty tang and the zest of sun-kissed oranges when she stepped into Cinderella Punk. The trendy seaside vegan bar buzzed with lively conversations and the distant whoosh of surfers carving through the azure waves. The decor, a medley of recycled wood and vibrant greenery, cast an earthy glow.Her eyes settled on the alfresco area where Damian sat alone, gazing at the ocean, his posture a silhouette of melancholy and contemplation. The sight of him—a mix of vulnerability and familiar strength—struck her deeply, reigniting old feelings.His golden hair fluttered in the ocean breeze, catching the sunlight, making him almost ethereal, like a dream she once held dear. His features, reminiscent of a Norse god carved from myth, held a stoic grace. Yet, his eyes had a new softness that hadn’t existed before. It hinted at battles fought and perhaps lost, revealing a depth of guarded feelings.Chloe’s mind raced with questions about his life. Was he married now? Engage

ThenThe college semester had ended with a blur of late-night study sessions and challenging exams. Chloe and Damian hit the bowling alley after their finals, exchanging laughs and competitive banter as they celebrated.“How did you do?” he asked, gazing at her as he laced up his bowling shoes.Chloe’s grin stretched wide, her excitement radiating. “I passed every subject, including financial management,” she beamed. “I got the top score on the exam. Thanks for all your help—I couldn’t have done it without you.”He chuckled. “Nah, you’d have done well. You’re brilliant.”She elbowed him as they settled into their game. “We’ll see who’s brilliant at bowling, then.”Damian moved fast as he approached the lane, sending the ball down with precise power. Chloe’s heart fluttered as she watched him score a perfect strike. Damn, was there anything he wasn’t good at?“You’re going down, Mister Perfect Score,” she teased, picking up her bowling ball.“Is that so, Miss Top of the Class?” he reto