Todos los capítulos de THE PRICE OF A BILLIONAIRE’S LOVE: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

The moment Damon, Aria, and Ethan stepped out of the mansion, cold night air hit them like a slap. Police sirens echoed in the distance—not close yet, but coming. Fast. Too fast. “Car’s this way!” Ethan barked, pulling Aria forward. But Aria wasn’t looking at the car. She was looking back. At the grand mansion behind them— the place filled with blood, lies, and ghosts. Where Adrian still lay on the marble floor. Damon must’ve sensed her hesitation, because he wrapped a hand around hers, firm but gentle. “Don’t look back,” he murmured. His voice was steady… but his hand was shaking. Aria swallowed hard and nodded. They reached the car. Ethan jumped into the driver’s seat, Damon slid into the back with Aria pressed against him, and the engine roared alive. As they sped down the long driveway, the mansion shrank behind them, swallowed by darkness. Aria finally exhaled. It felt like she’d been holding her breath for hours. Damon rested his head back, closing his eyes—but Ar

Maria’s last words hung in the air like a poison cloud. Vincent Reed. Aria didn’t know the name. But the way Damon froze… The way Ethan cursed under his breath… The way Maria trembled like a child— It told her everything she needed to know: This man wasn’t just dangerous. He was legendary for it. Aria touched Damon’s arm gently. “Damon… who is he?” Damon didn’t look at her. He couldn’t. He was staring into nothing, jaw clenched so tight a muscle ticked violently. Finally, in a rough whisper: “He’s my uncle. My father’s older brother.” Ethan added quietly, “And he’s worse than Alexander.” Aria’s heart squeezed painfully. “How?” Damon inhaled sharply, fighting for composure. “Because Alexander is cold. Calculated. Strategic.” He paused. “Vincent enjoys the destruction.” Aria’s stomach tightened. Maria nodded rapidly, tears still flowing. “He’s… he’s unhinged, Miss Aria. Truly. He used to run the operations Alexander wanted no part of. The violent ones.” Ethan c

The emergency exit slammed open as Damon yanked Aria out into the cold night air. A sharp gust hit her face, snapping her senses awake. Ethan and Maria followed close behind, Ethan scanning the perimeter with quick, practiced movements. “Keep moving!” he ordered. “Vincent won’t stay inside for long.” The safehouse lights were still dead—every window blacked out like a hollow skull. The stillness around them was wrong. Too quiet. Too empty. Damon pulled Aria against his side as they ran across the gravel path toward the armored car parked outside. His heartbeat was a steady thunder beneath her fingertips. Aria glanced back once. The darkness behind the safehouse pulsed— —and she felt watched. “Keys,” Damon demanded, shoving Ethan toward the driver’s seat. Ethan tossed them without missing a beat. “We are not leading Vincent back to the city. Where are we heading?” “East,” Damon said. “Into the industrial district.” Aria snapped her head toward him. “Damon—that area is aban

Vincent’s smile lingered in the moonlight, sharp and cruel, as another bullet whistled past the car and tore bark off a nearby tree. Aria ducked instinctively, heart pounding against her ribs. Damon’s roar shattered the night. “ARIA, DOWN!” She dropped flat just as a second shot cracked—this one aimed exactly where her head had been a heartbeat earlier. Ethan cursed, breathing ragged as he pressed a hand over his bleeding side. “She has a clear angle on the back seat—Damon, she’s marking Aria. MOVE!” Vincent stepped back into the road like he was admiring his own trap. Unhurried. Relaxed. Completely in control. “It’s nothing personal, girl,” he said conversationally. “You’re simply Damon’s greatest vulnerability. And the fastest way to make him kneel…” His eyes sharpened. “…is to take you first.” Damon surged forward, fury like a living flame. “I swear to God, Vincent—touch her and I will end you.” “A bold promise,” Vincent said, amused. “Let’s see if you can keep it.”

Sable’s boots crunched over the broken asphalt as she advanced toward Aria—silent, lethal, expressionless. A perfect instrument of Vincent Reed’s design. Aria didn’t move. Didn’t flinch. Didn’t run. Damon’s voice shattered the night. “ARIA!” He ripped himself free from the wrecked car with a force fueled by terror and fury. His knuckles were split, blood dripping down his arms, but none of it mattered. He launched himself at Sable. She turned just in time to block his punch—but not completely. Damon’s fist slammed into her forearm with enough force to crack bone or nearly so. She hissed, stumbling back. Not far enough. Damon followed with a savage elbow to her jaw. Sable reeled. Vincent’s eyes glittered with fascination. “Look at you, Damon. You only ever reach your potential when she’s on the line.” Aria held his stare, refusing to show fear. “You don’t deserve to speak his name,” she whispered. Vincent smirked. “Oh, I think I do. I made him.” “No,” Aria said softly