Semua Bab Loving The Wrong Billionaire: Bab 31 - Bab 40

Adrian's Pov The city felt alive, but in a dangerous way, like it had its own pulse, its own heartbeat—and tonight, that pulse was against me. Every shadow seemed longer, darker. Every sound, sharper. Every movement, suspicious.Clara was close, but not enough. She trusted me implicitly, and I trusted her. But the betrayal… that cut deeper than any blade. Someone we trusted had aligned with our enemies. Someone with access, knowledge, and the audacity to think they could destroy everything I had built, everything we had fought for.We were moving through the streets in silence, our steps precise, calculated. Clara stayed close, hands on the small weapon I insisted she carry. Her eyes were wide but focused. Fear lingered there, but beneath it, determination shone. She wouldn’t back down—not now, not after everything.I glanced at her, noticing how tightly she gripped the weapon, knuckles white. “You’re ready for this,” I said, voice low, almost a growl. “You’re stronger than you think

Adrian's Pov The warning on Clara’s phone burned in my mind like a live wire. “Soon.”I didn’t need anyone to tell me what it meant. I already knew. The attack wasn’t random. It was a message. And messages like this never came alone.Clara pressed herself close to me, her hands gripping my jacket, and I felt the weight of her fear as if it were my own. Her pulse hammered against my chest, fast, uneven. Panic laced her every movement, every breath. I had to calm her, focus her. Calm her enough so we could survive whatever came next.“Clara,” I said, voice low, steady, controlled. “Listen to me. You stay close. You don’t move unless I tell you. Do you understand?”She nodded, lips pressed tight together, hands shaking slightly. “I understand,” she whispered, though her eyes were wide, frightened.Good. That was step one. Control.I scanned the room, taking in every detail—the layout, every exit, every shadow. The intruders had tested us before. They’d watched, waited, learned. That mea

Clara’s POVMorning came slowly. The sky outside the reinforced windows was pale gray, not quite light, not quite dark. Dawn without warmth. I stood by the glass, holding a cup of coffee I hadn’t touched, watching the streets below. Everything looked normal. Cars moved. People walked. Life went on.But I knew better now.Behind me, Adrian was still awake. He hadn’t slept. I could tell by the way he moved, sharp but slightly slower, like his body was running on will alone. Screens still glowed in front of him. Security feeds. Data. Messages.“You should rest,” I said quietly, not turning around.He gave a short breath that almost sounded like a laugh. “I will. Eventually.”I turned to face him. “That’s not an answer.”He finally looked up at me, dark eyes steady. “Neither is pretending we’re safe.”I hated how right he always was.Sophia entered the room then, already dressed like it was a normal workday. She looked at both of us and raised an eyebrow. “You two look like hell.”“Good m

Clara’s POVBy the time I dressed and stepped out, the apartment was already awake.Sophia sat at the kitchen island with a tablet, scrolling through reports. Adrian stood by the window, phone pressed to his ear, his voice low and controlled.“No,” he said. “Not yet. I want confirmation first.”He ended the call and turned to me. His eyes softened just slightly when he saw me. “Good morning.”“Is it?” I asked.He almost smiled. “That depends.”Sophia looked up. “We have a problem.”I walked closer. “Define problem.”She turned the tablet toward me. On the screen was a digital rendering of the gallery layout. Red markers blinked near the entrances.“Someone tried to access the security system remotely,” she said. “They didn’t get in, but they mapped it.”My stomach tightened. “So they’re learning.”“Yes,” Adrian said. “And they’re getting impatient.”I crossed my arms. “What about the donation?”Sophia sighed. “They increased it. Double.”“That’s not generosity,” I said. “That’s pressu

Clara’s POVI barely slept.Every time my eyes closed, my phone screen flashed in my mind. Coordinates. Short messages. Silence felt louder than shouting. When morning came, it felt forced, like the world was pretending nothing was wrong.I lay still for a moment, listening.Footsteps. Low voices. The faint sound of coffee being poured.Life continuing.When I stepped out of my room, Adrian and Sophia were already deep in conversation. Both looked up at the same time.“You’re awake,” Sophia said.“Unfortunately,” I replied.Adrian studied my face. “How are you feeling?”I thought about it. “Focused.”That surprised him. I could tell.Sophia crossed her arms. “We need to talk about last night.”“I know,” I said. “And before you say it, no, I’m not stepping back.”She sighed. “You’re not making this easy.”“I don’t want easy,” I replied. “I want this to stop.”Adrian leaned against the counter. “That’s the problem. It won’t stop just because you want it to.”“Then we make them uncomfort