A Woman Worth Billions Dated the Wrong Brother novel Chapter 145

Fought.

Won.

And someone-

Somewhere-

Thought they could touch her?

A humorless smile tugged at my lips.

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They had no idea.

Because if they thought crossing my face out of a picture-

Would remove me-

They were wrong.

It just made me more visible.

And once I was visible-

It gave me a motive, a way to move.

I was about to move.

About to stand.

To leave.

To start.

Her hand stopped me.

Firm.

Unyielding.

I looked down.

Amber.

She didn’t let go.

Not even a little.

For a moment-

I just stared at her.

Then-

I exhaled.

Slow.

And instead of leaving-

I pulled her closer.

Lifted her effortlessly-

Out of the chair-

And settled her in my lap.

My arms wrapped around her instinctively.

Holding her there.

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Grounding.

‘m not going anywhere.”

I murmured against her hair.

She laughed.

Soft.

But it wasn’t real.

It was strained.

Tight.

And that-

That made something twist in my chest.

Because she wasn’t afraid.

Amber didn’t do fear.

But she knew.

She understood what this was.

Her hand moved slightly-

Still holding mine.

Then she leaned in.

Closer.

Her lips brushing near my ear.

And whispered-

“I know you’re going to hunt.”

I went still.

Completely still.

Of course she did.

Of course she saw it.

She always did.

“And I refuse…”

She continued softly.

“…to be someone’s prey.”

My grip tightened.

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Not on her-

But around her.

Because that word-

Prey-

No.

Never.

Not her.

Not ever.

Then-

She said it.

“Take me with you.”

A pause.

Her voice didn’t shake.

Didn’t hesitate.

“Take me hunting.”

Silence.

The room faded.

The officers.

Grandfather.

Everything.

Gone.

Because now-

It was just her.

And me.

I leaned back slightly-

Just enough to look at her.

Really look.

She wasn’t scared.

She was angry.

Focused.

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Alive.

And in that inoment-

I understood something.

If I tried to protect her by leaving her behind-

I would lose her.

Not physically.

But something worse.

Her trust.

Her choice.

Her fire.

And that-

That I would never risk.

My hand came up-

Brushing a strand of hair away from her face.

“You’re not prey.”

I said quietly.

A beat.

“You never were.”

My thumb traced lightly along her jaw.

“And if you come with me…”

A pause.

“There’s no turning back.”

Because this-

Wasn’t business.

This wasn’t strategy.

This was war.

And once it started-