All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE'S MIDNIGHT QUEEN: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

(Claire POV)I feel my body go rigid as I stare at Gabriel sitting comfortably on my couch. The soft light from the lamp casts a soft glow across his face, showing the strong lines of his jaw. My bag slips from my shoulder and drops onto the floor with a dull thud, my heart pounds so loudly that it fills my ears. After the way we left things at the office, he is the last person I expect to see inside my apartment tonight."How the hell did you get in?" I ask, my voice shaking with shock and growing anger. I cross my arms tightly over my chest, trying to steady myself. "This building has a passcode on the door."Gabriel stands up slowly, his tall frame moving with calmness without a sign of guilt, he keeps his eyes on me in a steady gaze. "Claire, calm down, I didn't break the door or anything crazy like that. You know I'm good with systems. I got into the passcode panel, it took me a couple of minutes but I didn't trigger any alarms. I'm sorry, it sounds bad, I know but after our fi

(Claire POV)He places his hands gently on mine and squeezes them softly. As I glance at him, he offers me a warm smile and draws closer to me on the couch. The closeness makes my heart beat a little faster even after everything we talked about earlier."I understand you and I will not force you to do what you do not want," he says with a soft chuckle. "I do not know what you have done to me, I just cannot seem to control myself around you."He holds my hand, kisses it tenderly, and pats it softly. A soft smile stretches across my lips, I can look at him all day without getting tired. "I am glad you understand me."His thumb traces my lips slowly and I sigh softly at the gentle touch. "It is not like I have a choice, Claire.”The way he says it makes me laugh, and he joins in with his own deep laughter that fills the apartment. Then I hold his cheek gently and gaze into his eyes for a long moment. "I had an amazing time today," I say as I drop my hand down."I can make it more plea

(Damien POV) I slam my fist on the table so hard that my coffee mug jumps. “What the hell happened? Speak up, damn it!” He swallows hard and steps closer, holding his tablet with shaking hands. “The share price, sir. It’s dropping like a rock. We’re down forty-eight percent since the market opened this morning. Trading volume is insane and investors are dumping shares faster than we can track.” For a second, the words do not sink in. Forty-eight percent? I grab the tablet from his hand and stare at the numbers. The red line on the chart plunges straight down, my stomach twists into a tight knot. This is not just a dip, it's a bloodbath. “How?” I demand, my voice low with disbelief. “We were already hurting but this… this is catastrophic.” Mark wipes his forehead. “It started right after that interview last night, the leaked document about Claire’s contributions made everything worse. Then this

(Gabriel POV)I sit in my office with my feet propped up on the desk, staring at the huge monitor that covers most of the wall. The red lines on the screen show Laurent Dynamics shares in free fall. The numbers keep dropping without mercy, and a devilish smile spreads across my face. I burst out laughing hard, the sound echoing through my office. Damien must be having a terrible time right now, watching everything he built collapse piece by piece. The thought fills me with deep satisfaction. I lean forward slightly, enjoying every second of the chaos unfolding in real time.I pick up my phone with my other hand and toy with the idea of calling him just to hear his pathetic voice crack under the pressure. It would feel incredibly good to twist the knife a little more and listen to him struggle. But I decided against it,I will let the poor man breathe for now. There will be plenty of time later to enjoy his complete d

(Gabriel POV)I sit in my office chair and keep my eyes fixed on the camera feed playing across my large monitor. I know I should focus on the reports waiting on my desk but instead I'm here, watching every move she makes.That is the excuse I repeat to myself every time I open her feed. The real reason runs much deeper, no matter how hard I try to concentrate on my own tasks, I find her completely irresistible. I still catch myself wishing she could truly belong to me. Watching her through these cameras has quietly become one of my favorite ways to pass the time.A brief smile touches my lips as I lean back in my chair. She looks beautiful even when she is tired, with strands of hair falling softly across her face and her fingers moving steadily over the keyboard. She is smart, strong, and everything I have ever wanted in a woman but I need to stay careful. She lied to me this morning about where she went,