บททั้งหมดของ Blood Ties and Billionaire Lies: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

The weeks after Damien’s proposal felt like a dream Selena didn’t want to wake from. She still caught herself staring at the ring on her finger whenever she had a quiet moment, her chest fluttering as if she were sixteen and falling in love for the very first time. Every sparkle of the diamond reminded her of Damien kneeling beneath the string lights and rose petals, his eyes softer than she had ever seen them, his voice trembling as if asking her to marry him had taken more courage than building an empire.But the world outside didn’t stay quiet. By the following Monday, Roth Enterprise buzzed with the news. Reporters camped at the entrance of the building, flashing cameras at her every move. Blogs and gossip columns couldn’t stop speculating about how the once-ordinary assistant had captured the elusive Damien Roth.Selena kept her chin high, reminding herself that she belonged here, even if some still whispered otherwise. Raeza gave her a wink when she walked into the office, whisp

Damien Roth’s breath caught in his throat as Selena crumpled. Her veil fluttered to the floor. “Selena!” His roar thundered through the cathedral, echoing off the vaulted ceiling.He lunged forward, catching her just before her head struck the cold stone. Her body was warm—too warm—and yet frighteningly limp in his arms. “Stay with me, baby. Please. Stay with me.” His voice cracked, raw and unrecognizable even to himself. “Please, don't close your eyes”.Paramedics fought through the storm of horrified guests. Cassandra screamed for her sister, Ava collapsed in Julius’s arms, and Sofia was frozen in place, her mascara streaking like ink in the rain.Selena’s limp body was even lifted onto the stretcher. Paramedics pushed through, shouting orders. “We need space! Move, move, move!”“Pressure on the wound…keep it steady.”“We’re losing her pulse!”Headlines hit within the hour:“Billionaire Damien Roth’s fiancée shot at the altar.”“Fairy-tale wedding ends in bloodbath.”“Selena Monr

The shards of glass scattered across the floor, broken edges beneath Damien Roth’s feet. He didn’t move to clean them. He didn’t even flinch when a bead of whiskey clung to his cuff, spreading like a stain.He pressed the engagement ring into his palm so hard it bit into the skin. No tears had come; shedding them would confirm her absence. Instead, fury sat like a stone in his chest. Emma Sinclair and Alia Hassan had stolen everything from him, and he would not rest until their names were erased from the earth.But in Spain, life refused to be erased.Valentina Rodriguez had built her empire on reinvention.Four marriages, four divorces, each one ending with her richer, more dangerous than before. Men underestimated her; women envied her. At fifty-one, she moved with the grace of a matriarch and the bite of a serpent. When her associate called from New York with news of a “miracle bride” who had survived the bullet meant to kill her, Valentina didn't hesitate. She immediately arrange

“Selena… is it you?” His whisper cracked in the silence.But silence was all that answered. Silence, and the faint pulse of memories clawing at him. The way her laughter had rippled across the villa’s garden, the warmth of her hand when she’d greeted him, the impossible familiarity in her every gesture.Three years had passed, yet his heart recognized her in an instant.He pressed the ring to his forehead, shutting his eyes. He could almost feel her again…her perfume, her breath against his throat, the way she used to trace circles into his palm when she thought he wasn’t paying attention.And now… Valerie.The name itself felt like an insult. A cruel trick of fate.The following morning, he sat at the conference table in Roth’s Rome office, pretending to listen to the executives. His gaze, however, was fixed outside where Valentina’s motorcade rolled up to Roth Enterprise.She emerged first—sleek in emerald silk, then Valerie stepped out.“Mr. Roth?” one of the executives prompted, s

The air in Rome shifted with their arrival. Damien stood at the arrivals gate, his jaw clenched, hands buried deep in his pockets as the crowd streamed past. Then he saw them — Cassandra first, elegant in a cream trench coat, her hair swept up neatly. Beside her, Sofia moved with quieter grace, her eyes already scanning Damien’s face for answers he could not give.Neither of them spoke at first. They studied Damien as though they were trying to measure how far grief had dragged him since they last saw him.“You’re thinner,” Sofia murmured finally, her voice gentler than Cassandra’s silence.Damien said nothing, only turned toward the car waiting by the curb.Inside, the silence stretched. The streets of Rome flickered by in golden blurs, but no one dared to admire the city.“Where is she?” Cassandra’s voice cut straight to the bone, no greetings, no small talk.Damien’s throat tightened. He wanted to say Selena, but the name caught fire in his chest. Instead, he whispered, “Valerie. S