Semua Bab Married Twice, Loved Once : Bab 121 - Bab 130

"Why are you smiling?" Damian asked, his voice low as he leaned against the doorframe, watching her.Aria looked up, caught off guard. She shrugged, trying to keep her tone light. "Well, considering you were ice cold towards me yesterday and the day before that I’m just wondering where this sudden change came from."Damian let out a short breath, running a hand through his hair. "Maybe it’s because I can’t stay mad at you for long," he admitted, his eyes darkening as they locked onto hers. "I’m addicted. It’s a problem."Aria scoffed playfully. "Easy, bro. Don't hurt yourself."He chuckled, the sound deep and rumbly, and pushed off the doorframe. "Gosh, Aria. I don't know what you have done to me."He moved toward the bed, climbing onto the mattress with a predatory grace. Aria instinctively recoiled, crossing her arms over her chest in an X shape. "Where do you think you're going?"Damian didn't stop until he was kneeling right in front of her. His expression turned serious. "I spoke

Simon Levi ReactsSimon Levi was in the middle of a board meeting when his phone vibrated.He didn’t look at it immediately.The room was glass and steel, filled with men twice his age talking numbers, mergers, timelines. Simon listened with half an ear, his expression unreadable, fingers steepled calmly on the table.The phone vibrated again.That annoyed him.He glanced down.Vivienne Carter: I just broke up with my boyfriend.For a brief second—just one—Simon’s jaw tightened.Then he stood.“Gentlemen,” he said smoothly, buttoning his suit jacket, “continue without me. I’ll review the minutes.”No one questioned him. They never did.He walked out, straight into the private elevator, doors sliding shut behind him. Only then did he reread the message.Once.Twice.A slow smile curved his lips.“So,” he murmured, more to himself than anyone else, “you finally made a choice.”He typed back immediately.Simon: I was beginning to wonder how long you’d keep me waiting.Three dots appeared

Three days later The Cross Empire office buzzed with its usual chaotic energy, but inside the executive suite, the air had turned stagnant. Damian sat behind his mahogany desk, reviewing quarterly projections, yet the numbers blurred before his eyes. His focus was entirely on the notification that had just lit up his private phone.BREAKING NEWS: The Billion-Dollar Charade.Sources confirm the Cross-Carter marriage is a sham orchestrated to save the failing Carter Group. Leaked documents reveal a $5000 million debt payoff and a strict five-year expiration date.His jaw tightened until it ached. He stared at the screen, the words blinking back at him like daggers.“Who the hell—?” he muttered under his breath, his hand gripping the edge of the desk so hard his knuckles turned white.Evelyn, standing nearby with a stack of reports, hesitated. She had never seen him look this murderous. “Sir?”“Someone leaked the contract,” Damian said, his voice low and vibrating with danger. “Someone

Damian stood by the window in his bedroom, phone pressed to his ear, the city lights below flickering like distant fires. His jaw was tight, his free hand clenched in his pocket.“So what if it’s a contract?” Grandma Eleanor’s voice came through firm and unbothered. “Since when did the Cross family start explaining their lives to strangers?”Damian exhaled slowly. “Grandma… you know I fear nobody. Public opinion has never mattered to me.” He paused, his voice lowering. “But this isn’t just about me anymore.”“And that is?” she asked gently.“Aria,” he said immediately. “The Carter Group. They’re dragging her name through the mud. Calling her a gold digger. Saying her parents sold their daughter to save a company.” His voice hardened. “Some idiots are even calling them human traffickers.”There was a sharp intake of breath on the other end of the line.“That is crossing a line,” Grandma Eleanor said coldly. “A very dangerous one.”“That’s exactly my point,” Damian replied. “I can take

Vivienne sat in her car, her hands gripping the steering wheel so tight her knuckles turned white. The engine was running, the low hum vibrating through the seat, but she didn’t move.She stared at the closed iron gates of Simon’s estate.Go, a voice in her head screamed. Drive away. Keep your dignity.But another voice, louder and colder, whispered back: And go where? To a bankrupt company? To parents who are been called human traffickers?.The image of her father’s defeated face in the boardroom flashed before her eyes. The panic in her mother’s voice. The sheer magnitude of the mess she had created by trusting Samuel.If Simon could fix this… if he really had the power to make it go away…Was her pride worth more than her family’s survival?Vivienne cut the engine. The silence in the car was deafening.She took a deep breath, the air shaking in her lungs, and opened the door.She walked back to the front door, not waiting to be announced. She pushed the heavy handle down—it was unl