All Chapters of Black Card: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Belle’s heavy breaths echoed in the shower, each one a soft, shuddering note against the tile. Ethan chuckled, low and satisfied, as he continued to gently taste her, his tongue tracing slow, deliberate paths that made her flinch and tremble, overwhelmed by the sensitivity he’d awakened. “That’s… insane, Ethan,” she mumbled, still panting, her body humming from the aftermath of a pleasure so intense it felt almost foreign. He only hummed in response, a warm, amused sound that vibrated against her skin. For a long moment, the only sound was the patter of water and the gradual slowing of Belle’s ragged breathing. Then, as the air between them settled, Ethan spoke, his voice thick with reverence. “Thank you, Belle… You’re amazing.” A deep, scorching blush bloomed across her cheeks. “Was that… was I supposed to be tasted?” she whispered, the shyness in her voice almost tangible. She tried to close her thighs, to shield herself from his intense gaze, but he held his place, a war

"I'll search the nearby shops," Mac said, his voice firm with determination. Without waiting for a response, he took off at once. Mac moved swiftly through the crowded streets, alternating between walking and running as his sharp eyes scanned every face that passed him. His heart pounded violently against his chest with each step. Behind him, Dr. Pria hurried to keep up, her gaze darting frantically from one person to another, hoping to catch even the slightest glimpse of Belle. But Belle was nowhere to be seen. Within minutes, the DelValle security team arrived. What began as a simple search quickly escalated into a full-scale operation. Security personnel spread out in every direction, combing through nearby shops, restaurants, parks, alleys, and streets. Every corner was checked. Every establishment was questioned. Every surveillance camera within reach was requested. At the mansion, Mr. Oh immediately took command of the situation. His usually composed demeanor had vanished,

Ethan wanted to unleash his fury on everyone in the room. He wanted to demand answers, assign blame, and make someone pay for the nightmare he was living through. But no amount of anger would bring Belle back. No punishment would tell him where she was. No outburst would place her safely in his arms. And at this moment, there was only one thing that mattered to him. Belle. If she returned to him safely, he could forgive everyone. He had already made that decision the moment he stepped off the plane. Belle would not want him consumed by rage. She would not want anyone to be punished on her behalf. And he would do anything—absolutely anything—to make her happy. "Master Ethan..." Mac stepped forward nervously, his hands trembling at his sides. "May I... stay until Young Mistress returns before you dismiss me?" His voice cracked with remorse. Before Ethan could respond, Mr. Oh also stepped forward, his usually composed face filled with sorrow. "Me too, Master Ethan," the old but

She fell silent, her tearful eyes fixed on me as though she were turning over every word in her mind. “He has never lied to me,” she said at last, her voice soft but certain. A faint, tender smile touched her lips. “He’s a very honorable man. Everyone is afraid of him, but they respect him deeply.” I returned her smile. “Then everything you saw online is a lie.” She blinked at me. “The internet is not always truthful,” I said matter-of-factly. “Especially when it comes to things designed to provoke people. Do you trust what you saw online more than you trust him?” For a moment, she simply stared at me. “But I saw him with that beautiful woman in the video,” she murmured, her eyes drifting back to the dark horizon. “They looked perfect together. Everyone said they were a perfect match.” I nodded thoughtfully. “Videos and images are easily manipulated these days,” I said. “With the technology we have now, almost anything can be fabricated to look real. Technology is powe

Belle clung to Ethan like a koala bear—her favorite way to be carried—as he brought her upstairs after they had said goodnight to everyone. Once in their bedroom, Ethan helped her through her nightly routine, making sure she took her medicine, and was comfortable. But instead of going straight to bed, Belle quietly slipped into her small library to organize her schoolwork and prepare her notes for the next day. By the time she finished, it was already well past midnight. Careful not to make any noise, Belle stepped out of the library. Then she froze. Standing in the dimly lit hallway was a face she recognized instantly. “Mr…?” she whispered in astonishment. The man lifted his index finger to his lips. A faint smile touched his face. “Good night, Belle. Sleep well,” he whispered. Before she could say another word, he turned and entered the guest room Pete always used whenever he stayed at the mansion. Belle remained rooted to the spot, staring at the closed door in complete sho