HIS UNCLE’S WIFE: BILLIONAIRE’S REGRET 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 11 - 챕터 20

The question caught Katie completely off guard. She had just lifted her glass of water when Damien spoke so casually that it almost sounded like he was discussing tomorrow’s weather. “We leave for our honeymoon in the morning.” Her fingers paused around the glass. She slowly placed it back on the dining table before looking at him. “Do we… have to go?” Damien didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he cut another piece of his dinner, took a calm bite, and only after swallowing did he look at her. “You don’t want to?” Katie smiled awkwardly. “It isn’t that.” She glanced toward the floor-to-ceiling windows where thousands of city lights glittered below the penthouse. “Everything has happened so quickly.” Her voice softened. “I thought… maybe staying here would be enough.” She carefully avoided saying what she truly meant. She wasn’t trying to avoid spending time with Damien. She didn’t have the strength to pretend she was the happy bride everyone expected her to be. Damien stu

Katie stood motionless for a while before forcing herself to move. She closed the office door behind her, walked around the desk, and lowered herself into the leather chair, just as if Brian’s unexpected appearance had not unsettled her in the slightest.She placed her handbag neatly beside her laptop and folded both hands on the polished mahogany desk. Only then did she look at him.Her expression was calm and professional. “Mr. Anderson,” she said evenly. “May I know why you’re here?”Brian stared at her for some seconds before a tired chuckle escaped him. “You absolutely know why I’m here, Katie.”She leaned back in her chair without the slightest change in expression. “If you aren’t here to discuss business,” she replied coolly, “then I’d appreciate it if you made your way back through that door.”The office fell silent, Brian didn’t move.Katie waited another moment before standing. “Very well.” She gathered the file lying on her desk. “I have a company to run.”She had barely

Damien kept both hands on the steering wheel, his expression was unreadable as he focused on the road ahead. Katie sat beside him with her handbag resting on her lap, her fingers unconsciously twisting the leather strap until her knuckles paled. Tristan’s words refused to leave her mind. “There are serious inconsistencies regarding Brian’s previous marriage records…The timeline doesn’t match… Another woman…” She closed her eyes briefly. This was exactly what she had been trying to avoid. She wanted this one year with Damien to be very simple but Brian had just come to destroy it. She had promised herself that she would never drag another person into that grief especially not Damien. He deserved better than inheriting the wreckage Brian had left behind. Yet how much longer could she continue pretending? He had defended her today without asking a single question. He had stood in front of Brian and chosen her without demanding an explanation. He had trusted her completely. The thou

Katie’s entire body stiffened.“So…” the familiar male voice repeated quietly. “This is where you’ve been hiding?”Her heart lurched violently as she turned around. For one terrifying second, she thought Damien had followed her.Instead, a man in a neatly pressed black suit stepped out from behind a row of towering cypress trees. He appeared to be in his early thirties, with a professional look, an earpiece visible on one ear.Katie stared at him in confusion. “Who are you?”“I apologize for startling you, Madam.” He stopped several feet away, keeping a respectful distance. “Mr. Stark has been looking for you throughout the mansion.”Katie blinked. “You… know me?”A faint smile crossed his face. “I work for Mr. Stark.”She slowly stood. “What is your name?”“James.”Katie nodded absentmindedly before another question occurred to her. “How did you find me?”James hesitated briefly. “I saw you leaving through the side entrance.”Her expression changed. “You followed me?”“I was instruc

Donald lay motionless under the pale hospital lights while the cardiac monitor remained the only sound inside the intensive care unit. Damien stood beside the bed with one hand resting lightly against the metal rail, his gaze fixed on his father’s pale face. Gerald had finally managed to compose himself. Although his eyes were still red, he had stopped pacing and now stood beside the window with both hands buried inside his pockets. Neither brother spoke for several minutes. Eventually, Gerald broke the silence. “The police called me while I was driving here.” Damien slowly turned his head. “What did they say?” “They’re still investigating.” Damien frowned. “Were there other vehicles involved?” Gerald nodded. “There was a truck involved.” His jaw tightened. “The driver claims the brakes failed.” Gerald looked toward their unconscious father before speaking quietly. “Dad has always been careful, he never speeds or drives recklessly.” A faint movement caught Damien’s at