Semua Bab Silenced By The Billionaire : Bab 21 - Bab 30

POV: ElaraThe silence after Dante’s question wrapped around my throat like a tightening rope.He still held my chin between his fingers, firm enough to keep me still, gentle enough to terrify me more. His steel-gray eyes searched mine with deadly patience, watching every flicker of fear across my face.“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I whispered. Wrong answer.Dante’s expression darkened. In one fluid motion, he backed me up against the wall, caging me in with his powerful body. The scent of blood, whiskey, and his cologne wrapped around me like chains.Cold understanding settled over his features, sharp and dangerous. His jaw tightened slightly, and something dark flickered behind his eyes.“You’re lying to me,” he growled, voice dangerously low. One arm braced beside my head while the other gripped my waist with possessive force.“You think I can’t tell?” he murmured darkly. “After all this time?”My pulse raced wildly beneath my skin.“Dante”His hand slid upward, fing

POV: ElaraI was nervous.More nervous than I had been the night I first witnessed Dante kill a man.I stood in the middle of the living room, surrounded by the clothes I had poured my soul into over the past few days. Five complete looks hung on a portable rack I had convinced Marco to bring up. The emerald “Defiance” gown was the centerpiece, but I had also created a sharp black power suit with subtle armor-like detailing on the shoulders, a sensual red evening dress that screamed dangerous femininity, and two more pieces that blended strength with elegance.Dante sat on the wide leather sofa like a king on his throne, legs spread, one arm draped over the backrest. He wore a black shirt with the top buttons undone, looking every bit the untouchable billionaire crime lord. His steel-gray eyes watched me with that unnerving intensity that always made my stomach flutter.“Well?” he said, voice low and commanding. “Show me what you’ve created, little bird.”I took a deep breath and beg

The Safe House DecisionPOV: DanteI couldn’t shake the feeling that the walls were closing in.Elara slept peacefully beside me, but I hadn’t closed my eyes since Isabella’s call. Her threats echoed in my head like a death sentence. Sophie’s terrified face. The blood-red paint on Elara’s design. The promise that my little bird would be next.I lay still for a moment longer, listening to Elara’s breathing. Soft and steady. Too calm for a world like mine.Carefully, I gently disentangled myself from her warm body and slipped out of bed. She murmured something in her sleep but didn’t wake.I stood there for a moment longer than I should have, watching her.Chest tight.Obsession burning hotter than it ever had a right to.She was my weakness.And Isabella knew it.I dressed quickly, movements silent and controlled, then stepped into the living room where Marco was already waiting with two of my most trusted men.No greetings. No pleasantries.Just tension.“We’re moving her,” I said wi

POV: ElaraThe underground safe house felt like a tomb.There were no windows. No natural light. Just cold artificial bulbs humming constantly overhead, casting a sterile glow across thick concrete walls reinforced with steel plates. The air smelled faintly of metal, disinfectant, and dampness trapped beneath the earth for too many years.Even the expensive furniture Dante had moved in, the massive king-sized bed, leather sofas, marble counters, heavy oak design table couldn’t disguise the truth.We were buried alive.I woke slowly beneath black silk sheets, disoriented for a moment before reality slammed back into me.Underground.No sky.No freedom.And Dante’s scent everywhere.The side of the bed beside me was empty, but the warmth lingering in the sheets told me he hadn’t been gone long.I sat up slowly, wrapping my arms around my knees. The silence pressed against my ears so heavily it almost hurt. In the penthouse, there had always been city noise, distant sirens, traffic, heli

POV: ElaraThe underground studio had become both my sanctuary and my prison.Hours passed differently down here.Without sunlight, mornings and nights blurred together into one endless stretch of artificial light and humming machinery. The bunker never truly slept. Ventilation systems breathed through the walls constantly. Surveillance cameras blinked silently from hidden corners. Somewhere deeper underground, armed men walked endless patrol routes with loaded weapons and cold eyes.And above it all, there was Dante.Always watching.I sat cross-legged on the large oak table surrounded by scattered sketches, metallic thread spools, and bolts of black fabric cascading onto the concrete floor like liquid shadow. The Shadow Collection had grown obsessively over the past two days.Every piece reflected exactly how I felt.Beautiful, Controlled, Dangerous, Trapped.The latest design stood on the mannequin in front of me, a sharply tailored black coat with structured shoulders resembling