Lahat ng Kabanata ng His Billion-Dollar Secret: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Amara’s POVThe summons arrived like a lightning bolt: Emergency Board Meeting. Attendance Required.Even as a mere assistant, I wasn’t supposed to be there. But when Damian’s calendar pinged and his secretary was nowhere in sight, I was the one who received the instruction to prepare the packets and sit in to take notes.My palms were slick as I stacked folders and carried them down the hushed hallway toward the executive boardroom. Every step felt like it echoed with more weight than I could carry.The boardroom itself was a battlefield disguised in mahogany and glass. Long table gleaming, leather chairs filled with people who controlled empires with the flick of a pen. Their faces were sharp, polished, but tonight, tension cracked their composure.At the head of the table, Damian sat like a statue carved from granite, unreadable, powerful—yet the very center of every accusing eye.And across from him, Lydia perched like a quee

Amara’s POVThe file glowed on my laptop like it had been waiting for me.At first, it looked like routine memos—regulatory updates from an old joint venture. But the timestamps. The headers. They didn’t match.Someone had tampered with them.I cross-checked the files against Cruz Holdings’ records three times before admitting what my gut already knew: all the discrepancies pointed to Harrington & Lowe. A rival firm infamous for playing dirty.It wasn’t proof. Just a pattern. But it was too neat, too deliberate to be coincidence.My chest tightened. This could clear Damian. This could be the break we needed.But what if I was wrong? If I brought this forward without hard evidence, Damian would look paranoid. Desperate. And I’d look like an overstepping assistant who didn’t know her place.Still, the thought of staying silent made me sick. Watching them tear him apart wasn’t an option.I rubbed my temple

Amara’s POVThe elevator ride felt endless.I could still hear the reporters outside — shouting Damian’s name, cameras flashing, chaos spilling through the glass walls. But inside, it was dead quiet. The kind of silence that makes your pulse sound too loud.Damian hadn’t said a word since the press conference. He’d brushed off the board, ignored Lydia’s smug little comments, and just said, “My office. Now.”So here I was — standing across from him in that cold, glass-walled room, the city glittering beneath us while my heart tried to beat its way out of my chest.He paced behind his desk, jacket still on, tie hanging loose. Every movement was clipped, restrained — like he was seconds from losing it.“Do you have any idea what you just did?” he said finally.I flinched but forced myself to stand tall. “Yeah. I stopped you from getting torn apart on live television.”He gave a sharp, humorless laugh. “You hijacked

Amara’s POVThe boardroom felt colder than usual.Maybe it was the marble walls, or maybe it was the tension—the kind that pressed against your lungs and made breathing feel like a risk.Executives lined the long table: sharp suits, sharper smiles. At the head sat Damian, every inch of him composed. Across from him, Lydia lounged in her chair, voice silky as she spoke.“Public confidence is slipping. The shareholders want accountability. Until we determine who authorized the acquisition adjustment, Cruz Holdings remains under review.”The words who authorized hung in the air like a loaded gun.Translation: Damian.My pulse thudded against my ribs. The folder on my lap suddenly felt too heavy—the evidence I’d been holding onto for two sleepless nights. Proof that he hadn’t done anything wrong. Proof that someone had tampered with the numbers years ago.This was it.Before I could lose my nerve, I stood.

Damian’s POVThe city was quiet—too quiet for somewhere that was supposed to never sleep.From his penthouse office, Damian stared out at the skyline, lights flickering across glass towers like a living heartbeat. The empire he’d built. The world he’d fought for.And yet, it all felt empty tonight.He had everything—power, reputation, control. The board trusted him again, the media had moved on, and his company was finally steady.But all he could think about was her.Amara Lopez, walking out of his office hours ago, spine straight, eyes unreadable.He’d told himself it didn’t matter.But it did.She had saved him. Not just his job—him. The man behind the armor.And that terrified him more than any scandal ever could.Damian ran a hand along the cold glass. For years, he’d treated emotion like an enemy—something that clouded reason, made men weak. Everything he’d built came from logic and control.And then