All Chapters of Sixty Days In The Billionaire's Arms: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Nate’s PovThe warehouse smelled like rust and old water. Diana stood over Robert with a gun pointed at his chest. Serena’s hand was ice-cold in mine. I kept her slightly behind me as we stepped inside, every muscle tight.“Let him go,” I said, voice flat. “You want me. Not him.”Diana smiled. “I want everything, Nate. The company. The truth. And I want both of you to watch while I take it.”Serena’s fingers dug into my arm. “Dad,” she whispered. Robert’s eyes were open but unfocused. A thin line of blood ran from his temple.I took another slow step forward, keeping Serena close. “You’re not getting the company like this. The papers are locked. The board is watching. Hurt him and you lose any chance of walking away free.”“Then sign,” Diana said. She pressed the gun harder against Robert’s side. “Or I finish what Victor started years ago.”Serena’s voice shook but stayed clear. “We’ll sign. Just don’t hurt him.”I looked at her. Her face was pale, but her eyes were steady on me. She

Nate’s PovThe red light on the security panel flashed like a warning heartbeat. Serena sat up beside me, the photo still glowing on her phone. I was already on my feet, pulling on a shirt and grabbing the small emergency bag I kept under the bed.“Stay behind me,” I said. My voice came out calm even though my pulse was racing. “Do not open the door until I say.”She nodded, eyes wide but focused. She slipped the phone into her pocket and followed me into the hallway. I checked the camera feed on the wall panel. Two figures in dark clothes moved through the lobby downstairs. One of them held something long and thin. Not a gun. A crowbar.I hit the silent alarm that went straight to the private security team and then to Marcus. Serena’s hand found mine. Her fingers were cold.“Who is it?” she whispered.“I don’t know yet. But they’re not here for a friendly talk.”We moved to the reinforced closet near the elevator. It was designed for exactly this kind of night. I pulled her inside wi

Nate’s PovThe pier smelled like salt and old wood. Early morning light stretched across the water in thin gray lines. Serena walked beside me, her hand locked tight in mine. We had not come alone. Marcus waited in a car two blocks away with the security team on standby. But from the outside it looked like just the two of us.Grace stood near the end of the pier. Robert sat in a metal chair beside her, wrists bound, a dark bruise on his cheek. He looked tired but alive. That was something.Serena’s fingers dug into my palm. I squeezed back once. Stay steady.“You came,” Grace said. Her voice was calm, almost polite. The same voice that used to remind me about meetings and coffee orders. “I wasn’t sure you would.”“Let him go,” I said. “Whatever this is about, it ends with him walking away.”Grace tilted her head. “It ends when I say it does. You two have been so busy falling in love that you never asked the right questions. About Eleanor. About the baby who survived the crash. About t

Nate’s PovThe photo of Claire outside our building sat on Serena’s phone like a threat that had finally arrived. I stared at it for a long second, then set the phone face down on the nightstand. Serena’s hand was already reaching for mine under the covers. I laced our fingers together and held on.“She’s here,” Serena whispered. “And she didn’t come alone.”I sat up and pulled her with me. “We don’t panic. We move smart. Marcus already has the building locked down. Extra security is on every floor. We’re not walking into anything blind.”She nodded, but her eyes stayed wide. I cupped her face with both hands and made her look at me. “I’ve got you. Same as always. We face this together.”“I know,” she said. “I just keep thinking how many more people can crawl out of the past.”“Then we deal with them one at a time.” I kissed her forehead, then her mouth, soft and steady. “You’re still the only thing that matters to me in all of this.”We dressed quickly. Simple clothes. Nothing that w

Nate’s PovThe safe room door sealed with a heavy click. The air felt thicker in here. Serena stood close enough that I could feel her breathing. I kept one arm around her and checked the small security screen on the wall. The main cameras were still dark. Only the internal safe-room feed showed the hallway outside.“Stay right here,” I said. My voice came out steadier than I felt. “Marcus is handling the breach. We don’t move until we know who’s in the building.”Serena nodded. Her fingers curled into the front of my shirt. “Claire’s message… she says she’s the real Eleanor. That the woman upstairs is lying.”I looked down at her. Even in the low light her eyes were clear. “Then we treat both of them as unknowns until the proof is solid. I’m not losing you to another story.”She gave a small, tired smile. “You’re still protecting me first. Even now.”“Always.” I kissed her forehead and kept my lips there for a second. “You’re the one thing I refuse to gamble with.”The radio on the s