The Billionaire's Brutal Seduction のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

Jason walked to his mahogany desk and handed Chloe an envelope. "Here. It's a copy of one I have."She unsealed the envelope, removing a photo of a woman outside the Las Vegas casino, pointing at her masterpiece—her architecture. The resemblance was uncanny: the same fox-like brown eyes, flowing black hair, small chin, and porcelain skin.Chloe's mother."Thank you," Chloe whispered as a tear ran down her cheek. She handed the photo to Damian, who studied it with a hint of a smile.Jason's gaze moved to Damian. "You both care for each other. How you look at one another reminds me of my love for Chloe's mother."Damian's hand found hers, fingers intertwining. "My wife is the most important person in my life. I'd do anything for her. For us."Jason nodded appreciatively. "Whatever I couldn't provide, I'm glad she found you. Just know that my door is open for you both."Chloe studied his face—the subtle lines etched by time, the remorse shadowing his eyes. Despite everything, there was a

The following day, Chloe strolled along Zurich's prestigious Bahnhofstrasse, the iconic storefronts shining under the crisp autumn sun. Her sleek, tailored black coat kept her warm from the wind sailing through, creating a cool draft in the city. Damian had a business meeting with an old friend, Nate Spencer from Vanguard Suisse Bank, leaving behind a note:Off to deal with Nate. Try not to bankrupt Zurich before lunch.Chloe smirked as she tucked the note into her purse. She wandered through the heart of the luxury district, savoring the freedom to indulge without restraint.It wasn't long before she stood before a high-end fashion boutique. The glass doors opened automatically, and she stepped inside, immediately enveloped by the familiar scent of leather and sophistication. The shop's mirrored walls, plush carpets, and racks of finely crafted handbags and couture pieces gave an intimidating sense of luxury.Chloe trailed her fingers along the delicate edges of a limited-edition hand

Soft lights warmed Chloe's eyelids. The scent of lavender crept through the sterile room, tugging her from the edges of unconsciousness. Voices murmured in the background, one of them unmistakable—Damian."Doctor, I need to know," his sharp, strained voice cut through the haze. “Tell me they're okay—both of them.”"We'll check as soon as she's conscious," a woman replied, calm, professional.Chloe's eyes fluttered open, the room coming into focus. Damian sat beside her, disheveled—his jacket and tie long discarded, sleeves rolled to his elbows. He looked wrecked, his typically controlled expression giving way to raw concern."Damian?" Her voice barely made it out, raspy and weak. "What happened?"Chloe!" He leaned in, eyes wide with relief, and brushed her hair back from her face. "You passed out. One of the restaurant staff found you outside the restroom. I rushed you here—ambulance, the works."She tried to sit up, but the room tilted. A diminutive woman in a white coat stepped forw

"We both know how to handle pressure, Damian. Most people would have cracked by now." Ximena's voice slithered across the table as her eyes locked on him.Damian didn't bother looking up from his phone, his fingers scrolling through emails. The deal was done. This lunch had served its purpose, and now she was lingering, pushing the boundaries."You're paid to handle pressure," he said, placing his fork and spoon together on his Thai curry. He had no appetite for more.She smiled, leaning in. "And I'm damn good at it. Maybe we should celebrate tonight—just the two of us. You could use a break." Her fingers brushed against his arm, but Damian didn't miss the intent.He scoffed, pushing her hand away. "I have a wife. I don't need a break."Ximena's smile widened. "And? It doesn't mean you're blind. Besides, men like you need something with more flavor." Her lustful stare lingered on his collar, where his shirt was slightly open.Damian tucked the phone into his pocket. "This lunch is ove

Damian knelt before Chloe in the soft light of their hotel suite, his hands unfastening the delicate straps of her heels.Chloe's pulse quickened. "Damian, you said you wanted to talk."He looked up, his dilated pupils unwavering in their intense stare. "Later. First, I want you."Chloe's manicured fingers trailed along his smooth, shaven jaw. "I want you, too. You're always off on business trips and working late. I miss us.""I'm here now, babe."Damian slipped each shoe off, his hands lingering as his fingers traced her swollen feet. His thumbs pressed into the arches, firm enough to draw a sharp gasp from her lips. He glanced up and lifted her ankle to his mouth, pressing a slow kiss against her skin. His warm breath sent a shiver up her spine."Feels great, doesn't it?" he asked, a devilish grin curling at his lips. His eyes sparkled, admiring her from under his long lashes."God, you know what you're doing." Chloe released a shaky breath, leaning back into the plush sofa, her han