All Chapters of His Billion-Dollar Secret: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Damian's POV Peace had a sound — faint, almost fragile.The soft hum of printers, the rhythm of keyboards, the quiet laughter of employees who no longer walked on eggshells.For the first time in years, Cruz Holdings felt alive again.Damian stood by the glass railing of his office, coffee cooling in his hand as the city moved beneath him.Months ago, those lights had felt like accusations. Now, they looked like opportunity.Cruz Holdings had survived.The employee-share program was working better than any analyst expected. Productivity was up. Morale was high.Even the media — once obsessed with the “fallen CEO” — had flipped the story into “the visionary rebuild.”For once, Damian could breathe without the weight of his father’s name pressing on his chest.“Quarterlies look good,” Lydia said as she walked in, tablet in hand. “Investors are still side-eyeing the shared-ownership model, but they can’t argue with numbe

Damian’s POV — The FallThe silence was too loud.Damian sat alone in his temporary office — not the one that overlooked Cruz Holdings, but a smaller space in the foundation’s downtown building. Everything felt off. The walls too close, the air too still, the city outside glittering like nothing had changed. But everything had.He had lost his company overnight.The words didn’t sound real even in his head. Suspended authority. Interim CEO: Sophia Alaric. Legal instability in ownership. Each phrase was a clean, professional way of saying what it really was — a coup.He should’ve seen it coming. He should’ve been colder, faster. Instead, he’d gotten comfortable. And comfort was always the beginning of downfall.A glass of whiskey sat untouched on the desk. He stared at it, his reflection fractured in the amber light. He hadn’t touched alcohol in years — not since the days when the bottle was the only voice that answered back. Toni

Damian’s POVDamian hadn’t slept.Not really. His body shut down in short two-hour bursts, but his mind stayed wired—looping through legal clauses, rechecking signatures, digging through loopholes as if he could force the universe to undo itself.The dining table was buried under files: old trust documents, scanned board minutes, red-marked notes that had started to blur.And every path led to the same brutal conclusion.Sophia Alaric had outplayed him perfectly.His father’s old legacy clause—the one he was sure he’d dissolved—had been resurrected with airtight legal backing. Too precise. Too personal.“This is impossible,” he muttered, shoving another binder open. “There has to be a missing document. A precedent. Something.”He didn’t hear the door open, but he felt her—Amara always entered like a calm shadow before a storm.“You’re still at it,” she said softly.He didn’t look up. “There’s no ‘still.’ I haven’t stopped.”She stepped closer, eyes scanning the chaos. “You’ve been wor

Amara's POV Cruz Holdings didn’t feel like Cruz Holdings anymore.Where there used to be a sharp, focused energy — the constant pulse that matched Damian’s demanding standards — now there was something colder. Almost sterile. Employees walked faster, spoke softer, and avoided eye contact like the walls had suddenly grown ears.Sophia Alaric wasted no time marking her territory.New banners.New rules.New “compliance protocols.”And threaded through it all was the ghost of what the company used to be — the culture Damian rebuilt from the ground up — lingering like smoke from a fire that wasn’t quite out.I moved down the hall, ignoring the stares. The whispers. The assumptions.She’s the girlfriend.She’s the distraction.She’s the reason he slipped.People imagined every version of the story except the truth: Damian lost the company because he trusted the wrong people… and because Sophia Alaric

Amara's POV The elevator doors opened onto the thirty-fourth floor—once the beating heart of Cruz Holdings. Now it felt colder, sterile, stripped of soul. Sophia’s metallic posters replaced the company’s warm, employee-centered branding, and the entire floor carried the suffocating silence of fear.Amara didn’t slow down.She had work to do.Lydia stood near the conference room, gripping a stack of folders like they were weapons. Her eyes were a storm.“Everything ready?” Amara asked.Lydia nodded. “Every falsified document, every forged signature, every hidden transfer. And—” she lowered her voice, “three department heads agreed to testify. Quietly.”Relief washed over Amara, tangled with dread. “Good. We present everything before Sophia even gets a hint of this.”Because if Sophia Alaric sensed a threat, she wouldn’t just fight back.She’d scorch the earth.Inside the conference room, screens lit up. Files waited in organized stacks. Amara tied her hair back and rolled her sleeves