Page 147 of Falling for the Grump Billionaire

Marks’s eyes widen in mock confusion. “Dominic, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t insult me,” Dominic snaps, his tone cutting. “We have the emails, the financial transfers. You’ve been feeding him information for months. Why?”

Marks stammers, his facade crumbling. “I—I didn’t have a choice. He threatened me, Dominic. He has leverage on me—my family.”

“Enough!” Dominic growls, slamming his hand on the table. “You betrayed everything we built. You let Reyes into my company, into my life.”

Before Marks can respond, the door bursts open. A man in a dark suit storms in, a gun glinting in his hand.

“Step away!” the intruder barks, his voice trembling with adrenaline.

Adrian reacts instinctively, pulling his weapon, but Dominic raises a hand to stop him.

“Put it down,” Dominic commands, his voice steady despite the danger.

The man shakes his head, his grip tightening. “You don’t understand. You’re out of your depth, Kane. Walk away, or this ends here.”

Chaos and Escape

The next moments are a blur. Dominic lunges at the gunman, the two colliding in a flurry of movement. Adrian shouts something I can’t hear over the pounding in my ears as I duck behind a chair.

The struggle is fierce, the sound of furniture splintering under their weight. Adrian moves swiftly, pinning Marks before he can escape.

Dominic finally slams the gunman into the wall, immobilizing him. The intruder gasps for breath as Dominic disarms him, his body vibrating with controlled fury.

“Eva!” Dominic calls sharply. “Get out—now!”

I hesitate, frozen by the chaos, but Adrian’s shout propels me toward the door. He drags Marks along as Dominic brings up the rear, his eyes scanning for further threats.

We spill into the hallway, the tension crackling like static electricity. Dominic’s gaze meets mine, his expression a mix of relief and determination.

“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice low.

I nod, my chest heaving. “What about him?” I gesture toward Marks, slumped and defeated under Adrian’s watchful eye.

“He’ll talk,” Dominic says darkly. “One way or another.”

The Cliffhanger

Back at the penthouse, the weight of the evening presses down on us. Dominic stands by the window, his silhouette outlined against the glittering skyline.

“We had him,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper. “And now Reyes knows we’re closing in.”

I approach him, placing a hand on his arm. “We’ll find another way. This isn’t over.”

His eyes meet mine, the storm in their depths unrelenting. “No,” he says quietly. “It’s not.”

Before I can respond, my phone buzzes. I glance at the screen, dread pooling in my stomach as I read the message:

“You’re playing a dangerous game. Time’s up. —Reyes”

The words send a chill through me. I meet Dominic’s gaze, my voice trembling. “He knows.”

Dominic’s face hardens, his focus sharpening like a blade. “Then it’s time to end this.”

The storm is here, and the clock is running out.

The message from Reyes lingers in the air, its weight pressing down on me like a vice. My stomach churns as I read it again, hoping for some detail I missed—a clue, a misstep—but it’s as sharp and cutting as a blade:“You’re playing a dangerous game. Time’s up.”

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