All Chapters of The Billionaire's Brutal Seduction: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Damian froze at the sound of Gemma's voice."M-my dad... he had a heart attack. He died at Saint John's Hospital this morning," she cried, shoulders shaking, as mascara streaked down her pale cheeks.He stood stiff, unsure if she expected sympathy or a spectacle, but when she pitched forward, he caught her. Her nails dug into his shirt like claws, smearing tears across fabric worth more than her law degree.The timing couldn't have been worse."Un-fucking-believable."Damian's gut seized.Chloe stood at the doorway, her eyes wild with rage as Gemma clung to him. "This? Really? I walk in and the first thing I see is her in your arms?" Her laugh was jagged. "I could vomit."His eyebrows furrowed, the definition of his nose looking sharper. "Babe, it's not what you think—""Not what I think? Explain to me how she waltzes through your front door like she owns the place, when I wasn't allowed past security years ago. You're playing with my heart all over again." Her brown eyes welled with t

Chloe winced against the morning light, her head pounding, her pajamas wrinkled, and her hair sticking in every direction. Damian's green eyes swept over her, dark with amusement. "What time is brunch?" "Eleven." She glanced at the time on her phone, her stomach dropping. "I can't. I look like hell. Hungover, mess, disaster." He stepped closer and gently tugged her pajama pants down. "We'll make it. So what if we're late? Do you have a bathtub?" Her brows knitted. "Yeah... why?" "Because I'm going to take care of you." His fingers brushed her cheek, then slid lower, flicking open the first button of her pajama top. Heat pooled low in her belly as she watched how he admired the swell of her breasts, fondling them. She looked up at Damian, biting her lower lip. "I'd love that. Give me a few minutes to brush my teeth and take a paracetamol for my hangover headache." "Sure, babe." While she padded off, Chloe caught the way his gaze moved over her apartment, from the peeling wallpa

"Sure you want to do this?" Damian asked when they stopped at his house. He tossed his keys on the coffee table, pulling Chloe into his embrace.Her lips curved. "Someone's got to slay the witch.""I don't need saving, babe. I can handle my mother."A tall redhead ended a phone call in the living room and turned to the couple. Her bangles jingled as she smoothed her white pantsuit. A huge grin spread across her face. "You must be Chloe Carter. I'm Vivianne Hall, Mister Scott's personal assistant. You'll holler if you need anything, will you?"Chloe nodded. "Sure, I'll let you know."Vivianne shifted to Damian. "Everything's ready for your visit to the correctional center.""Good. Did you reschedule Tokyo?""I did. Miss Takemoto expects you in August. The meeting's updated in your calendar." Her eyes darted to Chloe. "And I bought clothes for Miss Carter, as you requested."Chloe's brow shot up. "Clothes?""You'll need something simpler," Damian explained, nodding toward the jeans, blo

Damian and Chloe stood before a grand three-story mansion, its imposing presence magnified by the sprawling tennis court and swimming pool, which glistened under the afternoon sun. Nestled in one of Lester Harbor's most affluent neighborhoods, the colossal estate exuded an air of arrogance over the other houses.Damian stepped forward, his hand steady as he inserted the key into the thick, intricately carved Balinese teak door. It creaked when he pushed it open, the sound echoing through the vast entryway—a haunting reminder of his sad past."Welcome to what used to be my mother's house," he said, his tone friendly yet laced with a hint of sarcasm. He smiled wryly and gestured for Chloe to step inside.Her eyes widened as she walked through the gold-trimmed Art Deco hallway, her breath catching at the sight of the enormous living room. Hand-crafted furniture, floor-to-ceiling windows, and a glass staircase spiraling to the second floor's lofty heights reflected Saira Quinn's extravaga

Sunlight spilled through the gauzy curtains, painting the bedroom in soft gold. Damian reached for Chloe, his fingers grazing empty silk sheets, cool where her warmth should’ve been. Her side still held the faint scent of her Dior perfume. He slid from the bed, muscles flexing as he tugged a black robe over his sculpted frame.The mansion’s silence pressed him as he padded through the hallways, the only sound being the heating system’s faint hum. He wandered through the living room, where Diva slept on her plush bed, her ears pricking slightly.His frown eased into a smile when he heard water splashing as he approached the indoor pool in the other wing. He paused at the glass doors. Chloe glided through the water, her naked body an erotic sight, dark hair streaming like ink. Light from the floor-to-ceiling windows caught the curve of her shoulder, which glistened with water droplets.Damian’s breath hitched, and a hot desire burned within him. His robe hit the tile with a soft thud. H