All Chapters of His Billion-Dollar Secret: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Amara’s POVThe week after Damian’s reinstatement felt like walking through a building that had survived an earthquake—still standing, but fragile, trembling, one wrong step away from collapsing again.Cruz Holdings was breathing.Barely, but breathing.Departments were being reorganized. Employee committees were forming to stabilize the shared-ownership model. Meetings filled every hour, on every floor. The halls buzzed with a cautious kind of excitement—relief tangled with disbelief that the nightmare was finally over.People were hopeful.But hope had a price.Work. Pressure. Endless responsibility.And somehow, I was right in the middle of all of it.My days blurred into board meetings, legal briefings, and foundation audits. Nights were spent reviewing proposals, rewriting policies, and answering employee concerns. At some point, I stopped questioning how long a human being could survive on caffeine and discipline.But even exhaustion felt… worth it.Because Damian was different

Damian’s POVIf someone had asked me two weeks ago what I feared the most, the answer would’ve been easy: losing the company.But now, watching Ethan drag himself through the hallway like the weight of the entire building was on his back, I realized something else entirely:I was terrified of losing the people who held this place together.The company was stabilizing.The board was functioning again.Departments were healing.The storm had finally passed.But Ethan…Ethan looked like he was still standing in the rain.At first, I only noticed small things — the slower steps, the long silences, the way he stared at a document like the words weren’t sinking in. Ethan usually processed information faster than anyone in the room. Now he seemed distant, unfocused.I told myself it was burnout.We were all exhausted.Everything Sophia put us through had buried us alive.But today, something changed.Something I couldn’t ignore anymore.---We were reviewing the restructuring framework while

Amara’s POVIf someone had told me that peace could feel this unsettling, I would’ve laughed at them.The company was finally stabilizing. Meetings ran on time. The board wasn’t attacking each other anymore. Damian was reinstated—not with fireworks or speeches, but with a steady, quiet confidence that made people trust him again.The storm had passed.So why did it feel like the ground under me was still moving?Why did the air around the two men I trusted most feel heavier than the chaos we’d survived?At first, I tried to ignore it. I was too focused on restructuring plans, repairing fractured departments, reminding myself how to breathe without expecting the next crisis.But then… little things started to stand out.Ethan stopped waiting for me after meetings.Damian stopped pulling me aside to explain updates he thought I’d want to hear.Both of them kept conversations short—professional, polite, and painfully distant.It felt like walking into a home where someone had changed the

Amara’s POVI don’t remember walking out of the pantry.One second, Damian and Ethan’s voices were low and tense, coiling through the cramped space like a wire ready to snap. The next, I was suddenly in the hallway — moving without thinking, breathing unevenly, trying and failing to make sense of any of it.Both of them…Both of them had kept this from me.Damian — whose heart I’d been trying to piece back together.Ethan — whose steady loyalty I’d leaned on more times than I could count.Two men who mattered to me in completely different ways… and somehow I hadn’t realized I was the one caught between them.I press my palms against my eyes. The office hallway feels too bright, too sharp, too loud.Lydia finds me slumped against the wall outside the conference room.“Hey,” she says gently. “Are you okay? You look like someone just dropped a plot twist on your head.”A shaky breath slips out. “Lyd… I think I’m the plot twist.”She blinks — then something like understanding flickers acr

Amara’s POVIf someone had told me a month ago that I would be stuck between two people I care about — two people who care about me — I would’ve laughed and said that was impossible.I’m not the type women in stories are modeled after.I’m the “safe” one.The reliable one.The one who fixes chaos, not creates it.But now?Now I am the chaos.Because Ethan’s confession — his quiet voice, his shaking honesty, the way he said It was always you — hasn’t stopped echoing in my chest for a single second.And I don’t know how to carry that.I don’t know how to carry him.---I’ve been floating through the office all day, pretending I’m fine, pretending I can breathe normally even though my heart keeps stumbling over itself.And everywhere I look, I see traces of them.Ethan’s mug still sitting on the pantry counter.Damian’s jacket draped over his chair.They’re both here, everywhere, in ways I never realized mattered until now.And somehow, without meaning to, I’ve become the center of somet