Todos los capítulos de Boardroom to Bedroom: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

The hum of the jet's engines was the only sound between us.Damian sat across the aisle, sleeves rolled up, laptop open, a dozen files glowing on the screen. I tried to focus on my own notes, but my eyes kept drifting to him - the man who looked like he could command storms and never flinch.We'd taken off barely an hour ago, but the silence was heavier than turbulence. I wanted to speak - to ask how we'd fight back - but the look on his face made me pause.He wasn't just calculating; he was angry. Controlled, simmering anger."Stop staring," he said without looking up."I wasn't," I lied."You were." His lips twitched. "If you have something to say, say it."I leaned back against the seat. "You've already made your plan, haven't you? You didn't even ask what I think."He shut the laptop slowly and looked at me. "You think we can fix this with a press release. I think we fix it by bleeding the man who started it dry.""You mean Lang.""I mean anyone who stands between us and control."

The world was burning outside the glass walls of Damian's penthouse.Flashes from cameras streaked across the street like lightning. Reporters shouted his name. My name. The video had gone viral within minutes, and every headline was a dagger: "Billionaire Caught in Secret Affair".Inside, the air was suffocating. Damian stood by the window, his reflection fractured in the glass. His jaw was tight, his tie gone, his white shirt rolled at the sleeves - and for the first time, he looked less like a god in control and more like a man about to lose everything.I didn't speak. I couldn't. My phone kept vibrating in my hand - my sister, my boss, the company's PR team - but I couldn't bring myself to answer.He finally turned, eyes dark. "You saw it?"I nodded. "Everyone saw it."His hand went through his hair. The motion was violent, desperate. "Someone did this from the inside. It wasn't an external hack."His words sank into me like lead. Someone inside his empire had done this - and now,

By the time we reached Vale Tower, the sky over London was an iron gray, heavy and unforgiving. The building loomed like a monument to Damian's power - glass and steel, immaculate, untouchable. Until today.The lobby was chaos. Reporters shouted questions; cameras flashed like lightning. Damian walked through them without flinching, security pushing back the storm. Every inch of him looked controlled - his dark suit perfect, his expression unreadable - but I could feel the fury simmering beneath his calm.When the elevator doors closed, silence swallowed us. I stood beside him, watching the reflection of a man about to be publicly gutted."You don't have to come," he said quietly."I'm not leaving you to face them alone."He didn't reply, but the muscle in his jaw twitched. That was enough.The top floor was already full when we stepped out. Every board member was there. The air reeked of nerves and perfume and greed. And sitting at the head of the table - in his chair - was Ethan Val

Elena's POVThere's something about guilt - it doesn't shout, it hums.A quiet, relentless tune in your bones that won't let you rest.All week, I'd been feeding Damian encrypted updates from Ethan's system. Every keystroke felt like walking a tightrope. Ethan's office was three doors away; his reflection often flickered in the glass partitions like a ghost watching me.I'd gotten too good at pretending.Pretending to trust him.Pretending the man who'd destroyed Damian's life hadn't just brushed a strand of hair from my shoulder that morning, whispering, "We make a good team, don't we?"He was dangerous in a way Damian never was - not fire, but ice. Cold, precise, smiling while he buried you alive.But I had something he didn't: a plan.The hidden folder, Syndicate, had grown. Damian was adding files remotely - evidence, maps, transactions. I didn't know how, but I didn't ask. The less I knew, the safer I was.At least, that's what I told myself.That afternoon, Ethan called an emerg

Elena's POVThe gunshot cracked the world in half.Damian staggered, breath catching in his throat. The sound echoed off the metal walls, and for a moment, I couldn't tell if it was my heartbeat or the explosion still rumbling above us.He dropped to one knee.Blood spread across his shirt, a crimson bloom over the black fabric."No-no, no-Damian!"I grabbed him, pulling him closer, hands trembling as they pressed against the wound. The air was thick with gunpowder, smoke, and the metallic tang of fear."Stay with me," I whispered.He gritted his teeth. "It's not-bad-"Another volley of bullets answered him, tearing through the debris. We ducked behind a collapsed beam, breathless. The red laser dots darted across the wall like vultures circling prey."They've got heat sensors," he muttered, voice fading. "They'll track movement. You have to go.""Are you insane?" I hissed. "I'm not leaving you.""Elena-""Don't Elena me. You dragged me into this fire; we're burning together or not at