All Chapters of The Billionaire's Brutal Seduction: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Chloe stepped into her home's expansive living room. The morning light filtered through the towering windows, casting a soft glow on the Scandinavian timber floors and high ceilings.A teenage girl curled up on the leather sofa, her small frame swallowed by the vastness of the furniture. Her dirty and torn clothes clung to her like remnants of a nightmare she couldn't shake. Her shoulder-length chestnut hair, tangled and matted, hung around her face. Bruises mottled her pale skin, but her eyes—haunted and far too knowing for sixteen—held Chloe captive.Diva, their Doberman, rested her head on the girl's lap. The dog's usual alertness had softened into a quiet, protective calm. The girl's fingers combed Diva's fur, seeking comfort in the only thing that felt safe in this strange new world.Valentina stood nearby, her flawless appearance marred by a fresh bruise forming on her upper arm. Her eyes softened with motherly devotion to the girl. "Are you thirsty, sweetie?"The teenager shook

Chloe drove through the city streets, her fingers gripping the sleek Lamborghini's steering wheel. The powerful engine hummed beneath them, and the car skimmed through the mid-week traffic. Mina sat in the passenger seat, her gaze flicking out the window before settling on the luxurious interior. "Nice ride. I've never been in one of these before." Chloe smiled, glancing sideways at her. "Damian bought it for my birthday. I told him I didn't need anything flashy, but giving is his love language. He has a generous heart." "Your boyfriend saved my life. He protected me from a bad man. And thanks for making me feel at home." "Anytime, sweetie," Chloe replied. "Stay as long as you need. When you're ready, we'll make sure you'll get back to school." Mina nodded, a tiny glimmer of hope crossing her features. "I'd like that." Chloe parked in a reserved spot outside a Scott family-funded medical center. She guided Mina through the entrance, nodding at a nurse as they strode down the brig

Val's eyes narrowed with laser-like focus, dissecting the video with meticulous precision. She shook her head, disbelief etched in her features."This is a deepfake," she declared, tapping the screen with a decisive finger. "See that blur around the guy's neck? Dead giveaway."Chloe leaned in, her breath hitching as she studied the video frame by frame. "It's not him. That's not his body."Val scoffed, crossing her arms. "Exactly. Trust me, I'd know. I've seen Dami naked."Chloe tilted her head, a smirk tugging at her lips. "Of course, you have."Val's eyes gleamed with a playful glint. "With Bella. Long before you two crossed paths."Chloe released a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. The thought of Damian finding slivers of joy in his sad past brought her a strange sense of relief.She replayed the video, scrutinizing it again. The flaws were glaringly obvious.First, there was no dragon tattoo.Second, the idea of Damian—always in control—being tied up and submissive? Ridi

When Damian met Mina outside the locker rooms, she had changed into jeans and a white hoodie, her face glowing from the exertion. Damian swapped his athletic gear for a crisp white shirt and tailored charcoal pants, his hair still damp, curling slightly at the nape of his neck."Feel like some lunch?" he asked, slinging his gym bag over his shoulder. "There's a nearby place I used to visit with my grandmother."Mina hesitated, then nodded. "Sounds good."They walked to the car park, Damian taking her gray backpack—one she borrowed from Chloe—without asking. As they drove, the sleek lines of his Lamborghini cutting through the afternoon traffic, Mina glanced at him, her elbow resting on the leather armrest."How's Chloe?" she asked. "She didn't look so good this morning... Is she okay?"Damian's grip tightened on the steering wheel for a fraction of a second before he forced a smile. "Chloe's fine. She's tired. It's been a long week."Mina peered at him and nodded. "You care about her."

No other woman, not even a skilled seductress like Val, who was trained to charm the toughest men in the city, could tempt Damian from betraying Chloe.No.Not ever. He backed away, shaking his head. He wasn’t succumbing to temptation. He was better than that.Val smoothed her blouse. “Chase offered to take me flying in his private plane.”Damian scoffed. “Make sure he gets plenty of ‘happy endings’ when he’s here. I want him to forget Chloe. I don’t want him near her.”“Jealous?” she teased.“Damn right. Chloe won’t let go of the friendship, and guys like him? They want more. They sniff her like dogs sniffing a fucking T-bone steak, ready to take that lick. That bite.”“What’s stopping him, then?”“His uncle, Angelo. Lucky’s loyal to my family. He needs us—for the money, for the political and legal connections. Drugs and gambling? Sure, that’s his territory. But human trafficking? It’s beneath him. He’ll help us fight against it. I don’t need a stone in my shoe. That’s what his neph