Todos os capítulos de THE BILLIONAIRE'S SECRET HEIR: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

The city had a different atmosphere at night when you were aware that someone was after you.Aria was situated in the backseat of Damian’s vehicle, her hands tightly gripped in her lap, as her gaze remained fixed on the dark roads slipping by the tinted windows. Each red light seemed to linger far too long. Each car they passed felt threatening. The impact of Damian’s recent words weighed heavily on her chest, persistent and overwhelming.They took him.The guardian.The person who had sheltered the heir, keeping him safe and out of sight for many years.“Was he safe?” Aria asked softly.Damian’s jaw clenched. He stared ahead, one hand resting on the seat, the other forming a tight fist. “Yes,” he confirmed. “This means whoever did this had connections. And resources.”“So it’s not just Holloway,” Aria replied.“No,” Damian agreed. “This is much larger.”The car reduced its speed as they neared the townhouse. Damian’s security team was already present—men hidden in the shadows, their

The term sister lingered long after being uttered.Aria found herself motionless just inside the entrance, her thoughts racing to comprehend the reality that stood outside. The woman on the porch was not what she had envisioned—she didn’t exude arrogance or wealth, nor did she appear refined by privilege.She appeared… human.Her dark locks were loosely tied back, with some strands falling around her face. Her coat appeared worn, and her posture was cautious, like someone familiar with keeping an eye on exits. However, her eyes were unmistakably Vale. They were sharp, perceptive, and filled with a haunting depth.Damian remained unmoved.“Please say something,” the woman urged quietly.His throat worked. “You shouldn't be here.”A humorless smirk crossed her lips. “Neither should you. Yet, here we find ourselves.”Aria felt like an outsider in a moment that had taken years to unfold.“Step inside,” Damian finally said, moving aside.The woman hesitated for just a moment before entering

If Aria had learned anything in the last 2 days, it was this:Danger rarely announced itself politely.It didn’t knock.It didn’t send an email.And it definitely didn’t wait for you to finish your coffee.It disguised itself as opportunity.---“This,” Damian said carefully, staring at the tablet, “is either very good news… or a spectacularly stupid idea.”Aria leaned over his shoulder, squinting at the screen. “Let me guess. Board-approved?”“No,” Damian replied. “That’s the problem.”Elena joined them, holding toast she’d forgotten to eat. “Why are you both looking like someone just offered you a free vacation with hidden organs-for-sale clauses?”Damian glanced at her. “Because Vale Industries just received an invitation.”Aria blinked. “Invitation to what?”“An emergency economic summit,” Damian said. “Private. International. High-profile.”Elena frowned. “That’s not unusual.”“It is when the invitation comes from a shell foundation,” Damian added, “with no clear leadership and a

The jet shuddered violently, metal screaming as it battled the storm. Rain pounded against the windows like a thousand tiny hammers, and lightning split the sky in jagged bursts. Inside the cabin, every passenger felt the terror in their bones.Aria clutched the armrest, knuckles white, heart hammering like a drum. She could barely hear herself think over the roar of the engines and the relentless pelting of rain. Every fiber of her body screamed at her to move, to run, to do something—anything—but there was nowhere to run. Not here, not now.Damian grabbed her shoulders, anchoring her to the seat. His jaw was tight, his eyes dark and calculating, scanning the cabin as if he could will it into safety. “Listen to me!” he shouted over the roar, his voice low and commanding. “Seatbelts tight. Eyes on me. We survive this!”Elena clutched the armrest beside her so hard that her knuckles were white. “I officially hate flying,” she yelled. “I officially hate everyone in this storm!”“Focus,”

The forest had a deceptive calm. After the chaos of the crash and the successful counterstrike, Aria allowed herself a brief moment to breathe. But the silence was false, heavy with unseen eyes. Every shadow seemed to twist with intention.Damian’s eyes never left the treeline. His stance was rigid, alert, every muscle poised for action. “They’re watching,” he murmured, voice low but dangerous.Aria felt a shiver. “I thought we made it through the first wave.”“No,” Damian replied, shaking his head slowly. “That was just a warm-up. Holloway is smart, patient. And right now, he’s setting a trap we won’t see coming—unless we anticipate it.”Elena groaned, brushing mud from her jacket. “I officially hate traps. And I officially hate people who think forests are strategic advantages.”Aria smirked. “Well, they aren’t wrong.”The first sign of danger came as a faint rustle, almost too soft to hear over the wind. Damian’s hand shot out, grabbing both Aria and Elena, pressing them into the c