BEHIND THE BILLIONAIRE'S WALLS
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Chapter 10:
The silence after the screen went dark was heavier than any sound I had ever known. It pressed against my chest, filling the penthouse with a tension so thick it felt impossible to breathe through it.
Madrid still glittered outside the glass walls, unchanged and indifferent, but everything inside those walls had shifted. I stood frozen, my heart pounding violently as the realization sank deeper—Victor hadn’t just found me. He had claimed me as part of his game.
Damian didn’t move for several seconds. His body was rigid, every muscle locked in place, his eyes fixed on the blank screen as if Victor might reappear at any moment. When he finally turned to me, the control he usually wore so effortlessly was cracked by something rawer, darker. Fear—not for himself, but for me.
“You’re not leaving my sight,” he said quietly.
It wasn’t a command this time. It was a promise.
I swallowed hard, my fingers curling into my palms. “He knew my name,” I whispered. “The way he said it… like he already owns the outcome.”
Damian stepped closer, his presence grounding and overwhelming at once. “Victor doesn’t own anything,” he replied, though his voice carried the weight of someone who knew exactly how dangerous that man was. “He provokes. He destabilizes. He wants reactions.”
“And what does he want from me?” I asked.
His jaw tightened. “Leverage.”
The word cut deeper than I expected. I looked away, shame and anger twisting together in my chest. I hated that my existence could be reduced to a strategic weakness. I hated even more that part of me believed it.
Damian noticed. He always did.
“You are not weak,” he said firmly. “And you are not expendable.”
I let out a shaky breath. “Then why does it feel like my life stopped being mine the moment I signed that contract?”
He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he walked to the window, staring out at the city he ruled so effortlessly. When he spoke again, his voice was lower, more honest than I’d ever heard it.
“Because that contract was never just business,” he admitted. “It was protection. For you. For Olivia. For everything Victor would eventually touch if I didn’t act first.”
I turned toward him sharply. “You knew this would happen.”
“Yes,” he said. “But not this soon.”
That frightened me more than anything else.
Night bled into morning without either of us sleeping. Guards doubled their rotations. Calls were made behind closed doors. Every movement inside the penthouse was calculated, controlled. Yet despite the security, I had never felt more exposed. Every shadow felt like a threat. Every vibration of Damian’s phone made my heart race.
By dawn, exhaustion settled deep into my bones.
Damian found me sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at nothing. He knelt in front of me, his expression softer now, stripped of the billionaire armor he wore for the world.
“This isn’t what I wanted for you,” he said quietly. “I wanted to keep you out of the fire.”
“But you pulled me into it anyway,” I replied.
His gaze didn’t falter. “Because walking away would have been worse.”
I searched his face, trying to understand the man behind the power, the wealth, the danger. “Tell me the truth,” I said. “Not the version you give your enemies. The real one.”
He hesitated—just a fraction of a second.
“Victor and I built our empires on opposite sides of the same war,” he said. “He destroys to control. I protect to survive. And now… he thinks breaking you will break me.”
My chest tightened painfully. “And will it?”
Damian reached for my hand, his grip firm, grounding. “No,” he said. “Because he doesn’t understand what you are to me.”
The words lingered between us, heavy with meaning neither of us was ready to name.
Before I could respond, Damian’s phone buzzed again.
One message.
Unknown number.
He read it once. Then again.
“What is it?” I asked, dread creeping into my voice.
Damian looked at me slowly, his expression unreadable.
“He’s not coming for me next,” he said.
My blood ran cold. “Then who?”
His grip tightened around my hand.
“Your aunt’s shop just lost power,” he said. “And Victor knows exactly how to make me choose.”
The room seemed to tilt.
I opened my mouth to speak, but the words wouldn’t come. Somewhere in the city below, danger was already moving—quiet, calculated, unstoppable.
And suddenly, I understood the truth behind the title I now carried.
To the world, Damian Herrera was a billionaire.
But to Victor…
His heart was the real target.
— TO BE CONTINUED IN CHAPTER 11...
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