Semua Bab Silenced By The Billionaire : Bab 11 - Bab 20

POV: DanteThe security room was silent except for the faint hum of electronics and the soft static crackle from the wall of monitors glowing in the darkness.I sat alone in the large leather chair at the center of the room, one elbow resting against the armrest while a glass of untouched whiskey sat beside me. Ice had long since melted into amber liquid, forgotten hours ago the moment I started watching her again.Elara.My eyes remained fixed on the central screen displaying the penthouse living area.It was well past midnight, yet she was still awake. She was still working.The emerald gown she had been creating all day was draped elegantly across the mannequin now, half-finished but already breathtaking. She moved around it slowly, adjusting fabric, pinning seams, stepping back to study every detail with narrowed concentration.She looked exhausted.And impossibly beautiful.Her chestnut hair had fallen free from its tie hours earlier, spilling down her back in messy waves. Shado

POV: DanteThe training room echoed with the relentless sound of fists slamming into leather.Each hit from Elara sent vibrations through the heavy bag hanging from the ceiling. Sweat glistened along her skin beneath the harsh overhead lights, making the black compression shirt cling tightly to every curve of her body. Her chestnut hair had escaped the tight ponytail she’d started with, damp strands sticking to her flushed cheeks and neck as she moved.She looked beautiful.Dangerously beautiful.And every day she became stronger.“Again,” I ordered from across the room.Elara shot me an exhausted glare over her shoulder before driving another punch into the bag.The impact cracked loudly.“Your stance is sloppy,” I continued calmly. “If someone grabs your left side right now, you’re dead.”“Oh, good morning to you too,” she muttered breathlessly.A smirk tugged at the corner of my mouth despite myself.Three days ago she could barely throw a proper punch.Now there was aggression be

POV: ElaraThe digital clock beside the bed glowed faintly in the darkness.2:47 AM.Sleep refused to come.Every time I closed my eyes, my mind dragged me back into the chaos of the past few days. Dante’s hands correcting my stance during training. The terrifying look in his eyes when he slammed Rico against the wall. Dr. Hale slipping me the secret phone with trembling hands. Isabella’s threats hanging over all of us like a storm waiting to break.And worst of all….The truth about Dante himself.The flashback he had unknowingly revealed through scattered confessions and fractured moments.He had chosen me long before I ever knew his name.The realization haunted me.Beside me, Dante slept soundlessly on his back, one muscular arm thrown above his head. Moonlight spilled through the massive bedroom windows, casting silver shadows across his sharp features. Even asleep, he looked dangerous. Like violence resting temporarily beneath skin and bone.Beautiful and terrifying.My chest ti

POV: ElaraMy muscles screamed with exhaustion after the brutal training session, but my mind refused to rest.Every inch of my body ached as I stood beneath the steaming spray of Dante’s oversized marble shower, letting hot water cascade over my skin. Bruises bloomed faintly across my hips and wrists from today’s drills, and every sore muscle carried memories I couldn’t escape.Dante’s hands gripping my waist.His body pinning mine against the mat.His voice in my ear, low and commanding.Fight.I closed my eyes tightly as water slid down my face.I hated how much the memory affected me.Hated how my pulse quickened just thinking about the way he had looked at me after I managed to reverse our positions during training. Like he was proud of me.Like he wanted to devour me.The worst part was that some reckless, traitorous part of me had liked it.I braced my palms against the cool black tile and forced myself to breathe slowly.This was dangerous.Everything about Dante Moretti was

POV: Elara My hands wouldn’t stop shaking. I sat on the edge of the massive bed, staring at the secret phone in my palm like it was a loaded gun. The penthouse felt unbearably silent tonight. Too silent. Every faint creak of the building, every distant elevator ding, every gust of wind against the windows made my pulse jump. Dante had been gone for nearly an hour. Long enough for me to finally be alone. Truly alone. The silk sheets beside me still carried his scent, dark cologne, whiskey, and something dangerously masculine that lingered in the air no matter how often I tried to ignore it. I hated how familiar it had become. Hated how my body noticed his absence now. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, Aether City glittered beneath the night sky, alive with movement and noise I could no longer reach. Somewhere down there were normal people living normal lives. Laughing with friends. Walking freely through crowded streets. Existing without armed guards and hidden cameras and vi