Semua Bab My One-Night Mistake Is My Billionaire Boss: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Aria's eyes opened to darkness.Not the soft darkness of night, but something heavier. Thicker. The kind of darkness that pressed against her skin like a living thing, suffocating and absolute. She blinked, trying to focus, but nothing changed. The blackness was complete, without any hint of light or shadow to guide her eyes. She tried to move her arms, but they wouldn't budge. Rope. Tight around her wrists, biting into her flesh with every small movement. She tried to move her legs, but they were bound too. Her ankles were secured to the legs of a wooden chair, the rough fibers digging into her skin. She was trapped, helpless, alone.The air smelled damp and cold. Concrete. Rust. Something metallic that made her stomach turn with dread. Somewhere in the distance, water dripped, slow and steady, each drop echoing through the silence like a countdown she couldn't stop. She had no idea how long she had been unconscious. Hours, maybe. Or days. The darkness offered no clue.A light flicke

Damien's phone buzzed against the polished conference table, the sharp vibration cutting through the tense silence. Every conversation in the boardroom stopped as executives looked up from their reports while the company's legal advisers exchanged uneasy glances. Damien lowered his eyes to the screen, and his expression immediately hardened. Unknown Number. He didn't need to guess who it was. He answered without hesitation.The display flickered before Victor's face appeared on the screen, relaxed and almost amused, dressed in a tailored charcoal suit with a glass of whiskey resting beside him. Behind him stretched an enormous wall of monitors displaying live surveillance footage from inside Blackwood Enterprises every corridor, every elevator, every executive office, even the reception desk. Someone in the room gasped. Victor smiled. "I thought you should know," he said smoothly, "I've been watching you all morning."Damien's jaw tightened. "What do you want?" Victor ignored the ques

The executive floor had never felt this quiet.Aria stepped out of the elevator and paused, her heart tightening as she looked down the long corridor. Days ago, the hallway had been alive with ringing phones, hurried footsteps, and conversations about million-dollar deals. Now, everything was silent.Most of the office lights had been switched off, leaving only a few ceiling fixtures casting pale pools of light across the polished floor. Cardboard boxes were stacked outside executive offices. Company logos had been removed from the walls. A maintenance crew quietly dismantled a display bearing the Blackwood Enterprises name. Aria swallowed hard. The emptiness felt wrong.This place had once reflected Damien's determination, ambition, and countless sacrifices. Now it looked like a building waiting to forget him. She continued walking, each step echoing through the corridor. Employees who passed her lowered their heads respectfully. Rumors had spread, but only a handful knew the truth b

The penthouse had never felt so quiet.Rain drummed steadily against the floor-to-ceiling windows, washing the glittering lights of Washington into blurred streaks of gold and silver. Cars crawled through the soaked streets below, their headlights cutting across puddles like ribbons of light. Inside, neither of them spoke.Aria stood with her back to Damien, her arms wrapped tightly around herself. Her reflection stared back at her from the dark glass, but she barely recognized the woman looking back. Only hours earlier, Damien had signed away everything he had spent years building. His company. His dream. His legacy. All because of her.A quiet footstep sounded behind her. "Aria." His voice was gentle. Too gentle. She inhaled slowly but didn't turn around. "Please... talk to me."Her shoulders stiffened. When she finally faced him, tears shimmered in her eyes, but they weren't tears of relief. They were tears of anger. "Don't." The single word sliced through the silence. "Don't come

The SUV climbed higher into the mountains as Washington disappeared behind them, its towering buildings becoming distant silhouettes before vanishing beneath the thickening trees. Dark clouds gathered above the peaks, turning the afternoon sky a dull gray as the road narrowed and twisted deeper into the wilderness. Inside the vehicle, silence dominated, broken only by the steady hum of the engine. Aria sat in the back seat, turning the brass key between her fingers, every brush against the strange emblem stirring fragments of memory she couldn't quite grasp."How much longer?" she asked, and Vasquez glanced at the navigation screen. "About twenty minutes." Damien looked toward the mountains through the windshield. "Any sign of Victor?" "Nothing obvious," Vasquez replied. "But that doesn't mean we're alone." Aria leaned forward. "He knows we're coming." Damien's expression hardened. "Yes." "Then why hasn't he stopped us?" "Because he wants us to keep going." Damien glanced at the brass