Semua Bab Vows Of Obsession: The Billionaire Bride : Bab 11 - Bab 20

Benita smirked and turned to leave, but Trina grabbed her arm and spun her back around.“You will not walk away from me. Damien did what with you?”Her grip hurt, but Benita refused to show it. She held Trina’s gaze steadily.“I’m sure you wouldn’t want me to repeat that,” she said coolly. “Besides, you can ask him yourself. He remembers every detail by heart.”She yanked her hand free.“You should leave now. Breakfast will be served soon.”Trina straightened herself, regaining her composure. “Even if Damien had a thing with you, it was nothing serious. Just a fling. I trust my Damien.”Benita gave a soft, disbelieving laugh as she adjusted her dress in the mirror.“Surely you don’t think he forced this marriage just for my father’s company,” she said, sarcasm lacing every word. “I can assure you, Trina… he still remembers.”Trina’s eyes darkened.“I will remind you of this day,” she said quietly. “This little victory you think you’ve won. When I take him back, Benita McCracken. Damie

For three weeks, Benita searched Damien’s study.Not carelessly. Carefully.Every drawer. Every shelf. Every cabinet.She had found nothing.No documents connected to McCracken Holdings.No deed.No ownership papers.Nothing that proved Damien had taken control of her father’s company.By the third week, the suspicion that had driven her there slowly began to fade.Maybe she had been wrong.Maybe Damien hadn’t been setting a trap.Maybe giving her access to the study had simply been… trust.The thought irritated her.Benita sat in the leather chair with a book open in her lap but she wasn’t really reading it.She glanced around the study again.Everything looked normal.Too normal.“You're paranoid,” she muttered under her breath.Still, she stood and walked to the bookshelf again.One last check.Her fingers ran along the spines until she pulled out a thick business book.Something made a sound behind it.Benita frowned.She moved the book aside.There was a small compartment hidden

Benita had barely taken two steps down the hallway when Damien’s voice stopped her.“Going somewhere wife?”She stopped.Damien stood near the end of the hall, one hand in his pocket, watching her like he already knew the answer.Benita lifted her chin. “I’m going out.”“At this hour?”“Yes.”Damien’s eyes narrowed slightly. “No.”Her jaw tightened. “Excuse me?”“You heard me.”He took a few steps closer, calm but firm.“You’re not leaving this house tonight.”“And why exactly not?” she snapped.“Because,” Damien said coldly, “you’re angry, you’re hurt, and you’ll probably go make a fool of yourself in some bar.”The words struck her like a slap.Benita laughed bitterly. “You really think that’s the kind of woman I am?”“I think?,” Damien replied evenly, “you’re exactly the kind of woman who reacts before thinking.”Her eyes flashed.“You don’t get to tell me what to do.”“I just did. Now go back to your room.”The tension between them snapped tight.Benita stared at him for a long m

Damien locked the office door behind Vince.His eyes were still fixed on Benita.“What exactly,” he repeated quietly, “are you doing with someone who specializes in hostile recoveries?”Benita didn’t even look up from the file she was reading.“Making friends.”“That’s not a good answer, try again.”She flipped a page.“That’s my answer.”Damien’s patience thinned.“You met him in the middle of the night.”“Yes.”“You let him drive you home.”“Yes.”“And now you expect me not to question it?”Benita finally lifted her eyes to him.“I expect you to think whatever you want.”Her voice was calm and cold.“You always do anyway.”Damien studied her.“You’re hiding something.”She smiled faintly.“You should be used to that by now.”Silence stretched between them.Finally Damien shook his head once.“Fine.”He walked back to his desk.But his eyes stayed on her longer than he intended.The day turned busy fast.Damien had expected Benita to sit quietly and stay out of the way.Instead…

The next day. Breakfast began quietly.Too quietly.Damien sat at the head of the table, coffee untouched.Clarissa studied him suspiciously, like she knew he was about to do something uncalled for.Trina stirred her tea slowly.Benita kept her attention on her plate.Then Damien spoke.“Starting today, Benita will be in charge of the upcoming Blackwell events and functions.”The fork in Clarissa’s hand clattered loudly against her plate.“I knew it, Damien!”Damien didn’t repeat himself.Clarissa leaned forward, disbelief written all over her face.“You must be joking.”“I’m not.”“That girl knows nothing about our traditions,” Clarissa snapped. “Nothing about the standards of this family.”Benita opened her mouth.“I actually don’t—”Damien’s eyes met hers.Just one look.The memory of the previous night flashed through her mind, he had threatened her with the only thing important to her.She stopped talking. She sighs as another memory of what happened last night flash through her