All Chapters of The Billionaire's Brutal Seduction: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Chloe slung her leather jacket over a chair, her eyes sweeping the living room. “Whoa. Did a Chanel store get drunk and throw up in here?”Lisa froze beside her, gawking at the sprawl of designer handbags, stilettos, and dresses that screamed rent money amid a sea of white roses. Diva bounded over, tail whipping, knocking a vase to the floor with a crash before pawing Lisa’s thigh. “Well, damn,” she said, dusting off her leopard print pantsuit. “I shouldn’t be surprised, but all this…”Vivianne’s voice sailed across the air, phone glued to her ear. “No, the Scott Foundation gala’s next month. Fisher’s Catering should be locked in. No? Fix it.” She paced, Louboutins clicking against marble, her free hand on her hip.A familiar velvet box with a unique lock rested on the coffee table next to a monogrammed leather clutch. Chloe picked it up, heart skipping a beat at the memory of the diamond-studded collar inside.“Chanel, Prada, LV, and Hermès?” Lisa’s lash extensions fluttered, coffee

Chloe's heart pounded as she locked eyes with Chase across the lavish living room. The man she thought she knew sat beneath the glow of the modern chandeliers, cloaked in an aura of mystery. Her mind spun with questions.Who was he, really?A friend?A foe?Chase's gaze bore into hers. She caught a glimpse of something raw, an intensity she couldn't read.Was it longing? Regret?Before she could think more, Damian's voice grounded her. "Babe, are you alright?"Chase's lips curled into a sneer. "Stop playing the hero, man. All you do is control her."Damian's eyes blazed. "Hey, asshole. She's with me because she wants to be. You were just a distraction.""Wants to be? Or too scared to leave? You suffocate her with your so-called protection." Chase scoffed."And you're any better? Lurking around like a desperate hyena, hoping she'll notice you. Sad."Chase tightened his fists, his knuckles paling. "At least I don't treat her like a possession. I see her as a person."Damian smirked, bru

Damian never forgot the day they lowered Saira into the earth. Clad in a tailored black suit that didn't shield him from the summer heat, he stepped out of the limousine with Chloe, her hand with his—a lifeline in a sea of turmoil.The sun blazed over the tombstones, casting elongated shadows that haunted Saint Mary's Cemetery. Damian slid on his sunglasses, not to fend off the glare but to hide the storm raging in his eyes.Behind those dark lenses, redness betrayed sleepless nights and anguished tears. Damian's vision burned, raw with the pain of losing a parent who had never been one. The boy inside him wept for the one he had always wished for.The mother who never was.A breeze whispered through the grounds, carrying the cloying scent of white lilies surrounding the polished mahogany casket. The sweetness assaulted Damian's nostrils, contrasting with the bitterness lodged in his throat. Despite the sweltering day, a shiver traced his spine, settling deep within his bones.Chloe's

Six months later"Are you nervous about meeting him?" Damian murmured, passing Chloe a glass of champagne. The harbor glittered beyond Sydney Opera House's glass walls."A little," she answered with a soft, melodic laugh. Those almond eyes, full of emotion, held him captive.The northern foyer buzzed with the afterglow of The Phantom of the Opera—guests in sleek gowns and sharp suits swirled around birch-paneled bars.He pressed his lips to her cheek, the last notes of Phantom still humming in his chest."Don't worry. I've got this," she said, smoothing her scarlet silk gown, the thigh-high split daring him to lose focus."We've got this," he corrected, caressing the small of her bare back. Cool skin. Fire underneath.She breathed him in and grinned. "New cologne? You smell like I could taste you. Eat you. Citrus with that extra... You know.""Extra?" Damian smirked. Her sass always lit a spark."Your natural scent. It's a raw. Addictive," she said, biting her lower lip. "And you know

Chloe stirred, the luxurious silk sheets of their private suite cool against her skin. The first light of dawn filtered through the expansive windows, casting a soft glow over the city. She reached out, expecting Damian's warmth beside her, but her hand met only the cold expanse of empty sheets.A faint sound—rustling fabric, the metallic click of a belt buckle—pulled her from sleep. Her heart skipped as she opened her eyes to see Damian at the edge of the bed, his tall frame silhouetted against the rising sun. He was undressing, but something about his movements was off. Each gesture was slow as if he were fighting to keep it together.She looked at his hand, wrapped in an ice pack, the knuckles swollen and bruised. A flicker of fear ignited in her chest. Damian, always so composed, now looked frayed at the edges, his emerald eyes shadowed with exhaustion and something darker."Dami?" Her voice was soft, thick with sleep and unease. She pushed herself up, the sheets slipping down to