All Chapters of Winning Heaven's Heart: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Eden's POVI wake up in my big bed, the sun peeking through the curtains like it's trying to say hello. But I don't feel like saying hello back. My room is full of toys—trucks and blocks and that stuffed bear Daddy gave me last birthday—but they look lonely too, just like me.My door creaks opens, and it's Mariam. I like Mariam cause she's nice, with a smile that crinkles her eyes, but she's not Mommy. She comes over and pulls the covers off gently. "Time to get up, young sir Eden. Let's get you dressed for the day."I sit up, rubbing my eyes. Why does it have to be Mariam again? I look at the door, hoping maybe Mommy will come in this time, with her warm hugs and that funny way she buttons my shirt all crooked on purpose to make me laugh. But no, the door stays closed. You see what I mean? It's always like this now."Why can't Mommy help me dress up?" I ask, my voice small.Mariam kneels down and starts picking out my clothes from the drawer. "Mommy's busy, young sir. She's got i

Diego’s POV Why the fuck is the warehouse so cold? I don't know why I have to be the one to deal with this dumb bimbo.I'd never even understood how Damien preferred this fake plastic slut to his gorgeous wife but whatever, that's not my business. At least his brain is back.I shove the gun barrel under Lilian’s chin, and her whole body trembles. “Move,” I mutter, annoyed at the speed she's walking with.I don’t know what she did. Damien didn’t tell me, and I didn’t ask cause I don't care. Orders are orders. And you don’t survive in Damien’s circle by being curious. You survive by shutting up and doing the damn job.Her heels scrape against the floor as I march her inside. She barely fights, just stares at me with fear. Ugh, weak people grate my nerves the most.I drop her onto the chair in the center of the room. And I’m looping a rope around her wrist when—CLANG.A metal impact from somewhere in the dark.What the fuck? Is there someone here?“Stay put,” I growl, even though she

Damien’s POV She’s still curled in my lap, warm and soft, her cheek pressed over my heart like she’s listening to it beat just for her.My fingers trace idle patterns along her spine, through the thin silk of the little slip she slept in.The room smells faintly of sex and her vanilla-and-jasmine scent, and for the first time in hours, my head is blissfully quiet.I press my lips to her temple and feel her smile against my shirt.“You going into the office today, baby?” I ask, my voice still rough from what she did to me against the door.Her head jerks up, eyes widening. “Oh—that’s right.” She sits up straighter, hands gripping my shirt lightly. “I actually wanted to tell you something.”My brows lift. “What is it, baby?”Her cheeks flush that perfect shade of pink I’ll never get tired of. She swats my chest lightly. “Well, Sydney’s major investor for the new line just pulled out. Like, completely bailed. She’s panicking because they’re supposed to show at Paris Fashion Week in eigh

Damien’s POVThe city peels past my windshield as I drive. My hands are steady on the wheel revealing my barely contained fury.I'm trying not to lose it. Really, I am.My father used to say a man’s worth could be measured by how well he could command a room and control his emotions. As I turn onto the private building, I park at the side, cut the engine, and sit for a beat longer than necessary.I laugh self deprecatingly at the situation I'm faced with. I didn’t expect it.I never would have expected it from him. And that, more than anything, irritates me.I step out of the car, taking a deep breath to appear calm. Cold. Inside, the floor is polished stone. The building's design is truly immaculate. The men stationed near the entrance nod respectfully as I enter. There was a time I thought I’d choose differently.Back then, the business was something I wanted nothing to do with. A family legacy that I had detested. But the world has a way of reminding you where you belong. When

Heaven’s POVSydney stretches, cracking her neck as she checks the time. “Okay, I officially can’t see straight anymore. Go home. Before I start designing with caffeine-induced confidence.”I laugh, gathering my stuff into my bag. “Sure.”She walks me to the door, then pulls me into a quick hug. “Seriously, thank you. Today would’ve been a disaster without you.”I smile. “Anytime.”As I step into the hallway, she calls after me, “Tell your billionaire husband I love him!”I wave without turning. “I will not.”*...*...*...*...*...*The elevator ride down is quiet. By the time I reach the lobby, my shoulders finally relax. The day was long, but good. Productive.Matteo and Luca, my security detail, are already waiting.“Mrs. Wiles,” Matteo says, opening the door.I smile politely and step outside, the evening air brushing against my skin. I nod to both of them before sliding into the back seat.The door shuts with a solid thump.I buckle in, exhaling as the car pulls away from the curb,