Semua Bab Forced To Marry: Claimed By The Obsessed Billionaire: Bab 31 - Bab 38

(Helen’s POV)The ride back to the penthouse was a dark blur of tears and humiliation. The armored car cut through the streets of Chicago while I kept my forehead pressed against the freezing glass, listening to the driver's heavy silence. Damian hadn't come. He had stayed behind at my family's estate, handling whatever business he had, while I was discarded like a spoiled package.The moment the private elevator doors opened into the triplex, I brushed past Judite and Gretchen without looking at either of them. I walked into the kitchen, grabbed the first bottle of expensive whiskey I spotted in the open cellar, and headed upstairs to the suite. I didn't use a glass. I sat on the floor beside the bed and began tilting the golden liquid straight down my throat, letting the alcohol tear through my chest until the numbness dulled the pain of the blow my father promised to deal my mother.Two hours passed in the darkness of the room. The bottle was already half empty when the sound of h

 (Damian’s POV)I spent the last six days far from Chicago, wading through the mud of an illicit route along the coast of Brazil. At the Port of Santos, beneath a warm, stifling rain that smelled of sea air and burning trash, we intercepted a front cargo vessel registered under a shell company. My team and I eliminated seven men during the firefight inside the sorting warehouse; the quick shots from my nine-millimeter weapon dropped the guards before they could sound the alarm.In the dark, unventilated hold of the vessel, we discovered fourteen women locked inside improvised iron cages, stacked beside forty crates of heavy weaponry. I

POV/ DAMIAN Bringing my face close to hers, I observed the line of her full, parted red lips, feeling the warmth of her breath beat against my skin."What did you think, Helen?" I asked, my voice coming out deep and low."It was... incredible," she gasped, her green eyes searching for mine in the darkness of the suite. "It was the most intense thing I've ever felt in my life."I let out a short laugh, feeling my chest vibrate against hers."You have no idea what I'm still going to do with you, Helen."I ran my fingers along the side of her face, brushing away th

(Helen’s POV)I woke to the rays of sunlight cutting through the silk curtains of the suite. I moved my hand slowly across the clean dark cotton sheet, searching for the heat of Damian’s body, but his side of the bed was already completely cold and made. He was gone again before dawn.I sat up against the pillows, pulling his black dress shirt close to my chest. The skin on my thighs was still sensitive from the touch and intensity of the previous night, and the woody scent of his cologne lingered on my skin. But the room was empty. The suffocating silence of the penthouse returned to swallow me whole.