Semua Bab Can’t Stay Away From My Best Friend’s Billionaire Brother: Bab 31 - Bab 40

Ava woke up the next morning with Damon’s arm draped across her waist. The warmth of his body grounded her. Last night’s passion still lingered in the pleasant ache between her thighs. He had taken her twice more after the initial rush. Slow and deep the second time. Whispering how much she meant to him as he moved inside her. The emotional and physical connection felt stronger than ever. But the new message from Richard’s unknown number still cast a dark shadow.She slipped out of bed quietly. Made coffee. Checked her phone. No new threats. Just a message from Emma. Meeting with Dad today. I am standing with you both. Ava smiled. Small victories mattered. Damon joined her in the kitchen. Shirtless and tousled. He wrapped his arms around her from behind. Kissed her neck. “Morning. You okay?”“Better with you here,” she said. She leaned back into him. “Emma is meeting your father today. She is on our side. But I am worried about what Richard will do next.”They spent the morning review

Ava woke up the next morning to the soft glow of sunlight filtering through the penthouse windows. Damon’s arm was draped across her waist. His breathing was steady and deep. The events of the previous day still felt surreal. Richard’s defeat at the board meeting. Emma’s public support. The way the three of them had stood together against the man who had tried to tear them apart. It was a victory. But Ava knew victories in the Blackwood world were rarely clean or final.She slipped out of bed carefully. Pulled on one of Damon’s shirts. The fabric smelled like him. Clean and masculine. She made coffee in the kitchen. The city below buzzed with morning traffic. Life moving forward as if nothing had changed. But everything had. Her career was back on track. The promotion was hers again. Emma was speaking to her. And Damon… Damon was hers openly now. No more hiding. No more secrets.He joined her a few minutes later. Shirtless in gray sweatpants. His hair tousled from sleep. He wrapped hi

Ava sat in the corner conference room of Damon’s headquarters. The blinds were drawn. The lights dimmed. A large screen displayed rows of employee records. Julian Cross. The name stared back at her from the screen. Sharp jawline in his professional headshot. Ambitious eyes. A VP who had joined the company eighteen months ago and climbed the ranks with impressive speed. On paper he was a model employee. High performance reviews. Innovative projects. No red flags.But the documents Emma had uncovered told a different story. Julian Cross was Elias. Richard’s secret son. The hidden heir placed inside Damon’s own company. Watching. Waiting. Feeding information back to his father.Damon’s legal and security team filled the room. Six people. Trusted. Quiet. Ava had insisted on being involved. “This is my fight too,” she had told Damon the night before. “I am not sitting on the sidelines.”Damon stood at the head of the table. His expression was focused. “We trace him quietly. No alerts. No d

The company all-hands meeting filled the large auditorium with a low hum of conversation. Executives, department heads, and key team members occupied the rows of seats. The stage lights cast a professional glow over the podium. Damon stood at the center. His presence commanded attention. Ava sat in the front row. Her sharp black suit a reminder of her role in the campaign’s success. The room buzzed with anticipation. The quarterly update. The latest metrics. The future direction of the company.But Ava’s eyes kept drifting to the man three rows back. Julian Cross. He sat with quiet confidence. Dark hair neatly styled. Sharp suit. The resemblance to Richard was unmistakable up close. The same piercing eyes. The same calculated calm. He looked at Damon on stage like he had been waiting his whole life for this moment. A small smile played on his lips. Not friendly. Knowing.Damon delivered the update with steady authority. Campaign results. Growth projections. Strategic shifts. The room

Emma sat alone in her apartment. The documents from her father’s old office lay scattered across her coffee table. Julian Cross. Elias. Her brother. A name she had never known. A face she had never seen until the files had revealed him. The paternity test. The photos. The wire transfers. Everything pointed to a life lived in shadows. A son Richard had hidden. Raised. Shaped into something sharp and dangerous. Emma’s hands trembled as she picked up one of the photos again. The resemblance was unmistakable. The same eyes. The same jawline. The same quiet intensity that Damon carried. But twisted with something colder.She had always known her family was broken. The arguments. The secrets. The way their father had pitted them against each other in subtle ways. But this was different. This was a brother she had never known existed. A brother who had been working inside Damon’s company. Watching. Reporting. Helping their father tear everything down. Emma felt a storm of emotions. Anger. Co