All Chapters of Protecting the Billionaire’s Daughter: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Aria’s POV“Ahhh—yes—yes—deeper—”The moan slammed into my ears like a slap.I froze halfway down the stairs.That wasn’t a soft moan.That wasn’t a quiet, accidental sound.It was loud.Bold.Shameless.Another one followed — this time a man’s voice, low and rough, grunting like he was possessed.I blinked.Then blinked again.What in the name of madness was going on in my house?I stood there, hand gripping the railing as the sounds grew louder and louder, echoing through the walls like two animals chewing each other alive. The woman’s moans bounced off the hallway, every one more disgusting than the last.“Ohh—God—don’t stop—”My jaw dropped.“Who the hell…?” I whispered.The twins shifted in my belly as if they were offended too.I followed the sounds, my heartbeat pounding in my throat, each step heavier than the last. The voices were getting louder — disgustingly loud — like they weren’t even trying to hide what they were doing.Then a sharp slap echoed.SLAP.A gasp.A moan.My

The moment Damon's eyelids fluttered-just slightly-it was enough."Damon, stay with me," I whispered, my voice breaking as I tried to lift him. He groaned faintly, body limp, blood still warm against my fingers.I didn't think. I didn't breathe. I didn't stop.I dragged him outside with every ounce of strength panic gave me, somehow got him into the backseat of my car, and sped out of the compound with shaking hands.No calls.No messages.No warning to anyone.Nobody had to know where I was or who I was saving.If someone wanted Damon dead... then telling anyone could finish the job.My vision blurred as I drove, tears slipping down my cheeks without my permission. Damon's weak breathing from the backseat was the only thing holding me together. Every time he exhaled, I whispered a thank-you. Every time he fell silent for more than two seconds, my heart almost stopped.The road stretched endlessly, but somehow I reached the hospital. I screamed for help the second I stepped out of the

Aria's POVThe moment the doorknob twisted, my soul almost left my body.I didn’t think. I didn’t breathe. I didn’t blink.I just ran — slipped off the bed, darted into the bathroom and shut the door silently, pressing my back against the cold tile.My heart was pounding so loud I was sure whoever entered would hear it.“Damon?” Carl’s voice.Of all people.My husband.Opening the door to the room I had no business being in.I covered my mouth with my palm, breath trembling.“Did you turn on the security lights?” Carl asked, sounding irritated. “The backyard ones aren’t coming on.”“No,” Damon answered, calm… too calm. “I’ll handle it tomorrow.”I heard Carl sigh, mutter something about faulty wiring, and then the door closed again.Silence fell.I didn’t move. Damon didn’t move.I cracked the bathroom door open just slightly, and his eyes met mine across the room. That look… God. Too much was in it. Too much we couldn’t say.I left quickly before I did something stupid like go back i

Moaning wasn't what woke me this time.It was a smile.A wrong one.A smile with a crooked lower tooth-on Lina's face.I froze mid-step.I had only walked past her in the hallway, just a normal morning, just a normal fake greeting on my lips, when she turned slightly and smiled at Carl. A slow, flirty, sickening smile.And there it was.Crooked. Lower. Tooth.My throat tightened instantly.No. No. No.That wasn't right.Lina's dentition was perfect-perfect. I had complimented it countless times, admired her flawless, symmetrical teeth. She had always laughed about never needing braces, her smile radiant, polished, unblemished.But this... this crooked lower tooth? Something was off.I didn't react. I didn't blink. I kept walking like my bones weren't turning to ice, like my chest didn't feel like it had just dropped a few floors. I told myself to breathe, slowly, to act normal, to not let them see my panic.By the time I reached Damon's room, my hands were shaking, almost uncontrollab

The moment I stepped into the hallway, my pulse was already hammering in my ears. Every nerve in my body screamed that this had to go perfectly-one wrong move, and everything we'd planned, everything we'd risked, could collapse.Damon was upstairs, already playing his part. He had told me earlier he would pretend to give in, pretend that the fake Lina had won, that he could no longer resist her charms. It was a dangerous game, but we both knew it had to be done. She had the key, and that key was the only thing standing between Lina and freedom."Are you sure about this, Damon?" I whispered, my voice barely audible. "We can find another way. I can try to pick the lock on her room later, or-"He shook his head, cutting me off. "No. I've watched her. "Okay, let's go over it one last time," I insisted, leaning in close so only he could hear. "You go to the sitting room. You tell her you give up. She was right, you say, and you can't resist her beauty anymore. You've been fighting your fe