บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire's undercover bride : บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

VIVIANThe sunlight filtered softly through the half-open blinds as I sat at Damian’s study desk, the quiet hum of the city outside barely reaching the sanctuary of his apartment. Damian was out running some urgent errands for the company—or at least that was what he said—and I was left alone with my thoughts and the ever-present weight of the mission I had willingly taken on.The peaceful quiet should have been comforting, but instead, it pressed down on me. The guilt from Damian’s confession the previous night—the panic in his voice about losing his father’s legacy—kept replaying in my mind. I could still hear his whispered words: “I hope she stands with me.” And I couldn’t shake the fear that I was the one threatening to destroy everything he held dear.Then my phone vibrated sharply on the desk. My chest tightened when I saw the name flash: Charlotte.I hesitated. Of course, she wouldn’t stop. She never did.I took a deep breath and answered cautiously, trying to mask the tension

VIVIAN The house was quiet in that soft, late-afternoon way it gets when the sun is slipping toward the horizon, turning everything a warm honey-gold. Damian was sitting on the couch, his laptop open in front of him, fingers pressed to the bridge of his nose the way he always did when a headache was threatening him. His medication sat beside him on the table, untouched. His shoulders were tense, and I could tell he was deep in thought.I hovered for a moment near the doorway, unsure if I should disturb him. For the past few days, every time he sighed or pressed his temples or sat too still, guilt stabbed me in the chest. I wanted to help him—comfort him, support him—but every tender impulse tangled with dread and fear and shame.Still, I forced myself to step forward.“Damian?” My voice came out softer than I expected.He lifted his head, and when his eyes met mine… all the noise in my chest quieted. He looked tired, yes, but there was something else—relief. As if seeing me instantl

The rain started quietly.I noticed it first as a whisper against the windows, a soft tapping that slowly grew steadier, more deliberate—like the world outside was trying to remind us that time was still moving even though, inside the house, everything felt suspended.Damian stood near the window, his back to me, one hand resting against the glass. He wasn’t working. He wasn’t on a call. He was just… standing there, thinking. The light from the street below traced his silhouette, making him look both strong and strangely vulnerable.I watched him for a long moment before he noticed me.“You’re staring,” he said softly, without turning around.“I’m observing,” I corrected gently.That made him smile. He turned to face me then, that familiar expression settling on his face—the one that looked calm on the surface but always carried something deeper beneath it.“What do you see?” he asked.I hesitated.This was the thing about us now. We weren’t dancing around truths anymore. Every questi

VIVIANMorning didn’t rush us.It arrived slowly, like it was unsure whether to interrupt what had settled between us the night before. Pale light filtered through the curtains, landing softly across the living room. I woke curled against Damian’s side on the couch, my head resting on his chest, his arm still wrapped around me like he’d never loosened it even in sleep.For a moment, I didn’t move.I listened.His breathing was deep and even, calmer than it had been in days. The steady rhythm grounded me, and for a brief, fragile second, I let myself imagine that this was normal—that this was what mornings would always look like.Safe. Quiet. Us.Carefully, I lifted my head just enough to look at him. Sleep softened his features, smoothed out the tension he carried when he was awake. He looked younger like this. Less like a man carrying the weight of a legacy, more like someone who deserved rest.Guilt pressed into my chest immediately.I shifted slightly, trying not to wake him, but h

VIVIANI knew something was wrong the moment my phone vibrated.Not because of the sound — it was on silent — but because of the name glowing on the screen.Charlotte.The room felt suddenly smaller.Damian was beside me on the couch, half-leaning against the armrest, scrolling idly through his tablet. One of his legs brushed mine, warm and familiar. He looked relaxed — calmer than he had been in days — and the sight of that calm made guilt flare sharply in my chest.I didn’t answer the call.Not immediately.Charlotte didn’t call casually. She didn’t check in. She didn’t ask. When she called, it was because something had shifted — something she wanted control over.The phone vibrated again.Damian glanced at it. “You’re popular today.”I forced a small smile. “Just work.”His gaze lingered on my face, searching. “Do you need to take it?”I hesitated for half a second too long.“Yes,” I said finally. “I’ll be right back.”I stood quickly, walking toward the hallway before he could say