Semua Bab Can’t Stay Away From My Best Friend’s Billionaire Brother: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Ava sat at her desk staring at the latest email from her boss. The marketing campaign with Damons company had been approved but with tight deadlines and extra responsibilities. It meant more time in his orbit. More opportunities for slips. She rubbed her eyes and leaned back in her chair. The office hummed with the usual afternoon energy but her mind was elsewhere. On Damon. On Emma. On the growing web of secrets threatening to tangle everything.Her phone lit up with a message from Emma. Family dinner this weekend at my parents old house. Damon will be there too. You have to come. It has been forever since we all hung out properly.Avas stomach dropped. A family dinner. In the same room with both of them. She typed a reply carefully. Sounds fun. I will check my schedule and let you know. She set the phone down and exhaled slowly. This was exactly the kind of situation she had been dreading. Close quarters with Emma watching. Damon across the table. The guilt and attraction mixing int

Ava spent the next few days buried in work. The campaign demanded long hours and creative energy that left little room for overthinking her personal life. She reviewed mockups late into the evenings and coordinated with Damons team through professional emails. Each message from him carried that careful tone they had agreed upon. Supportive feedback mixed with subtle encouragement. Nothing that could raise flags if someone else saw it. Still the connection hummed beneath the surface like a live wire.On Wednesday her boss surprised her with an invitation to a networking event. It was hosted by one of the citys prominent business associations. Damons company was a sponsor which meant he would likely attend. Ava considered declining but the opportunity to strengthen her position at work outweighed the risk. She chose a professional black pantsuit with a subtle emerald blouse underneath. Elegant but modest. Armor for the evening ahead.The event took place in a grand ballroom downtown. Cr

Ava adjusted the deep green gown in the mirror one final time before stepping out of the cab at the charity gala venue. The elegant ballroom glowed under soft lights. Crystal chandeliers and fresh flowers created an atmosphere of old money and polished power. She had promised herself this would be another test of restraint. Smile for Emma. Nod politely at Damon. Leave without incident. But the moment she walked through the grand doors her stomach tightened. The air already felt charged.Emma spotted her immediately and rushed over in a stunning silver dress. “You look incredible. Seriously. Every guy here is going to stare.” She linked arms with Ava and led her deeper into the crowd. “Damon is over by the auction table. Try not to kill each other with awkward silence.”Ava laughed but it sounded forced even to her own ears. Across the room Damon stood in a perfectly tailored black tuxedo. He looked every inch the untouchable billionaire. Their eyes locked. A silent acknowledgment pass

Ava left Damon’s penthouse with a folder full of legal notes and a head full of conflicting emotions. The city lights blurred past her cab window as she headed home. His calm determination during their strategy session had steadied her but it also made everything feel more real. More dangerous. She respected how he fought for her job without trying to take control. Yet the growing dependence on him scared her almost as much as Richard’s threats.The next morning she woke early and prepared for battle. She dressed in her sharpest work outfit. A tailored blazer over a silk blouse that made her feel armored. Her boss had given her until Monday but she refused to wait. She scheduled a meeting with corporate leadership and prepared a detailed presentation proving her professional integrity. No personal involvement. No conflicts. Just results. As she reviewed the slides her phone buzzed with a message from Damon. Legal team filed the papers this morning. Restraining order in process. How ar

Ava stared at Emma’s text for a long time that night. The single heart emoji she had sent back felt inadequate but it was all she could manage without pushing too hard. She slept poorly. Dreams twisted between memories of laughter with Emma and the steady comfort of Damon’s presence. By morning she felt raw but determined. Life did not stop because her world had cracked open. Work waited. The campaign demanded results. And Richard Blackwood still lurked like a shadow ready to strike again.She arrived at the office early and threw herself into the latest reports. Numbers looked strong. The initial metrics from the campaign exceeded expectations. Her boss noticed during their morning standup. “Keep this momentum Ava. The board is impressed despite the noise from the Blackwood side. Deliver the next phase successfully and that promotion becomes real.”The small victory lifted her spirits slightly. She worked through lunch reviewing creative assets. Mid afternoon her phone buzzed with a