All Chapters of BETRAYED BY MY FIANCE; REBORN AS HIS OBSESSION: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

By eight o’clock the following morning, Damian Kade realised that losing an empire was a remarkably quiet event. No flashbulbs lining his driveway, and no stream of anxious vice presidents hovering outside his door with tablets and real-time risk assessments. His personal phone sat on the marble counter, glowing with notifications he had spent twenty years ensuring he would never see:EXECUTIVE ACCESS, REVOKED.BOARD RESOLUTION 84-B ENFORCED.PERSONAL CAPITAL GUARANTEES: UNDER COMPLIANCE REVIEW, SECONDARY ASSETS; TEMPORARILY FROZEN.Damian stared at the glass screen for a few cold seconds, his expression completely blank, before turning it face down. He poured two fingers of unblended scotch into a heavy tumbler, without bothering about ice.Ashley stood by the floor-to- ceiling windows, her arms crossed tight against her chest as she watched the morning fog roll over the financial district. “The interim board is already restructuring,” she said, her voice strained. “They’ve replaced

For several seconds, Lyra and Hayden didn't move. The photograph remained illuminated on Lyra’s phone- a clear, elevated shot of them both at the dark dining table, their hands clasped over wine glasses. Whoever took the picture was inside the penthouse, close enough to register every detail of the room.Hayden’s expression hardened, his posture shifting into immediate focus. “Stay behind me.”Lyra didn’t argue; she kept her weight low as he stepped toward the gallery corridor. Every step was measured and silent. The apartment was still too still. Hayden stopped beside the primary security panel mounted against the wall.“Don’t touch anything.”Lyra stayed two paces back, her pulse hammering against her ribs. “Can you access the cameras?”“I’m trying.” He pulled a compact diagnostic unit from his jacket and connected the ribbon cable directly into the panel’s maintenance interface. The small screen came alive, and everything looked normal.Lyra’s brow furrowed. “There’s no one.”Hayde

The invitation arrived three days after Damian Kade lost his empire.The black invitation lay on Lyra’s mahogany desk like a quiet challenge, bearing gold lettering across its heavy stock paper: The Vale Foundation-Annual Founders’ GalaHayden leaned against the edge of the wood, watching her expression shift. “You’re invited.”“So are you.”“Yes,” she traced a finger over the embossed crest. “Why do I feel like there’s a catch?”“Because there usually is.”A small smile touched her lips. “You’re not helping.”“I wasn’t trying to.” Lyra laughed quietly, noticing how effortlessly the sound came through him. She picked up the card. “Do I have to go?”“No.”“You’re going?” She looked up, raising an eyebrow. “That wasn’t romantic.”“I know.” he took the invitation from her hands. “But I have a condition. Tonight, you’re allowed to forget about Damian.” Her smile faded slightly, but his voice remained steady. “No deals, no revenge, and no strategy. Just one evening.”“And if I can’t? she

Lyra lay awake, staring up at the ceiling with a quiet, lingering smile as the morning sun cast a soft golden glow across the room. The events of the previous night echoed in her mind: the reassuring grip of Hayden’s hand, the quiet depth of his voice, and the naked vulnerability in his eyes when he confessed his feelings.For months, every waking moment had been consumed by a driving obsession to destroy Damian Kade. Now, that toxic anchor was gone, replaced by love. A soft knock preceded, and the door swung open. Hayden stood in the doorway, holding two cold glasses of juice.“Awake?” he asked.“Unfortunately,” she said; her smile gave her away.“I’m disappointed. I was aiming for a surprise.”“You already achieved that.”He walked over and handed her a glass. He sat on the edge of the mattress and studied her face with familiar intensity. “You’re overthinking again.”“It's an occupational hazard.”“I know.”“And yet, you're still here.”“I have a weakness for difficult women.”She

By the next morning, Lyra had already made up her mind. The dinner would take place at her private residence; no hotel, no restaurant, and no neutral territory. If Damian and Ashley wanted answers, they had to come through her.She stood at the large windows of her study, looking over the quiet gardens while Hayden reviewed the guest arrangements behind her.“You're really doing this,” he said.Lyra turned around. “I invited them, didn't I?”“You did.”“And?”“And I'm still deciding whether you're brave or reckless.”She smiled faintly. “Can't I be both?”“Unfortunately, yes.” He set his tablet down and walked toward her. “You know they'll come prepared.”“I expect nothing less.”“Questions? Manipulation?”“Definitely.”“And they will attempt to provoke you?”Lyra's smile faded. “Almost certainly.”Hayden stopped right in front of her. “And what will you do?”“Nothing.”He raised an eyebrow. “Nothing?”“I'll let them talk.” She stepped a little closer. “I've spent months making Damian