One Night Stand with the Secret Billionaire のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

The sun had barely begun to seep through the thin curtains of Selene’s room when she woke. Sleep had been unsteady.She dressed quickly in a modest, cream-colored blouse and a dark skirt—the closest thing she had to a "professional" outfit. She had a mission today—secure a job, visit Jason, and find a way to manage her new marriage.In the living room, the smell of fresh coffee still lingered, but Lucas was gone. A small note sat on the center table, written in a sharp, authoritative hand, ‘I have things to attend to. Don’t wait for me’Selene crumbled the paper and tossed it aside. She didn’t need his permission to exist, and she certainly didn't need his company, she understands it was a loveless marriage and she wouldn't force him to be there for her.By noon, Selene had walked from one end of the business district to the other, dropping off resumes at every establishment that didn't look like a front for a gambling den. And also book store that was almost close to her house.Her f

The top floor felt like it was shrinking. The heat, the dust, and the cold metal of Liam’s gun pointed at Selene’s chest, made the air impossible to breathe. In the flickering light of the dropped flashlight, Liam’s face looked like a stranger’s. The boy who had once brought her wildflowers and promised to help her take care of Jason was gone. In his place was a man who had sold his soul to the highest bidder."Three..." Liam’s voice was steady, a chilling contrast to the chaos in Selene’s head.Selene looked at Lucas. He stood perfectly still, his eyes fixed on Liam with a terrifying, predatory focus. He looked like a statue, but she could see the tension in his jaw, the way his fingers twitched near the hem of his jacket. He was waiting for a gap, a single second where Liam’s focus wavered."Don't do it, Selene," Lucas said, his voice a low pulse. "If you give him that ledger, my grandfather wins. The truth about your mother dies, and Jason will never truly be safe. They’ll use h

The air in the apartment didn't just feel heavy; it was filled with tension. The high-pitched buzz vibrating from the diamond in Selene’s palm grew into a roar, sounding like a thousand bees trapped in a glass jar. The desk lamp flickered with a violent rhythm, casting ragged, dancing shadows that stretched across the walls like gripping fingers.Sarah, usually so poised and cold, looked like she was unraveling. Her face was white as a ghost, her eyes wide and fixed on the glowing locket. She took a staggering step back, her hands trembling."Stop it! You’ll destroy everything!" Sarah’s voice cracked, rising into a shrill, desperate scream. She reached out, her fingers twitching as if she wanted to snatch the stone, but the raw power radiating from it wouldn't let her.Selene didn't flinch. For the first time in her life, the fear that usually lived in the pit of her stomach was gone, replaced by a cold, shimmering clarity. For years, she had been the girl who stayed quiet—the wai

The massive penthouse was quiet and the air was thicker with tension after the deposit Lucas had made into her account—the $50,000 that felt more like hush money than a gift—the tension in the air was stuffy enough to choke on. Every time Selene caught Lucas’s eye across the kitchen island or in the hallway, he looked right through her, his face as unreadable as a blank screen.Selene tried to focus on her brother. She spent most of her morning at the hospital, sitting by Jason’s bed. He was looking better; the color was returning to his cheeks, and the doctors were talking about physical therapy. But even as she held his hand, her mind kept drifting back to the heat of the previous night—and the ice-cold reality of the morning after.She was leaving the hospital lobby when her phone vibrated in her pocket. She expected a text from James, the driver, saying he was waiting out front. Instead, the screen showed a number she hadn't seen in months.“Selene. It’s Dad. I’m at the old hou

The hospital hallway smelled like lemon bleach and anxiety. The bright fluorescent lights overhead felt aggressive, making Selene’s eyes ache as she sat on a hard plastic chair outside the operating room. She was still wearing her clothes from the old house—the fabric stained with dust, grease, and the dark, terrifying red of Lucas’s blood.Her hands wouldn't stop shaking. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the flash of the gun and felt the heavy thud of Lucas’s body as he stepped in front of her. He was a man who had everything—billions of dollars, power, the world at his feet—and he had risked it all for a girl who had spent the last year serving coffee and dodging debt collectors."He’s going to be okay," she whispered to herself, over and over, like a prayer she didn't quite know the words to. "He has to be."The sound of expensive leather shoes clicking sharply against the sterile floor broke the silence. Selene looked up, expecting to see James or one of the security g