บททั้งหมดของ From Ashes To The Billionaire's Arms : บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

SOPHIA When I opened my eyes, it took a few seconds for the reality around me to register. My arms ached, twisted awkwardly behind my back, and as I shifted slightly, I realized they had been tightly bound. Panic crept into my chest as I lifted my head and looked around, trying to understand where I was. The walls were bare, the air stale, and there were no windows—just a single wooden door that looked as worn as the floor beneath me. My heart began to race as I took in my surroundings. This wasn’t a hospital. It wasn’t anywhere I recognized. It was quiet. I forced myself to stay calm even though my hands were trembling. Then I saw two young women slumped against the wall just a few feet away from me. Their hands were tied too, just like mine. Their eyes were closed, their heads hanging low. And then I recognized them. They were the same girls I had seen before everything went dark. The same ones who ran toward me outside the house. The ones who called out my name, warned me

CALEB I was already burning when I left the house. The rage in my chest didn’t give me a moment to breathe. Every second that passed without knowing where Sophia was felt like a curse. I wasn’t going to wait for answers to magically fall into my lap. I knew where to go. And I knew who to confront. Victor. The moment I pulled up outside his house, I spotted him. Calm like nothing was wrong. He was wheeling out his luggage toward his car, dressed for travel, every move unbothered, every breath infuriating. I didn't think. I charged at him, closing the distance in seconds, and slammed my fist into his cheek. The force of the blow made him stumble back a step. He hadn’t seen me coming. He lifted a hand to his jaw and rubbed it slowly, his expression tightening, but he didn't retaliate. “What the hell was that for?” he asked, as if he didn’t already know. I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and yanked him forward. “Where is she?” I growled. “Where is Sophia?” He bli

SOPHIA We sat huddled together, whispering in tense voices, tossing ideas back and forth, each one sounding more impossible than the last. My heart was pounding so hard it felt like the walls of my chest were trembling. I wanted to scream, to cry, to do anything.... but I couldn’t afford to break down. Not when the lives of three people, and the life inside me, depended on what we did next. It was Alina who finally spoke up with a clearer plan. “Listen, I’ll start screaming. I’ll say you, Sophia passed out. That you’re bleeding. That you’re dying. You’re obviously the main target here, so they’ll have no choice but to come in. When they do, we strike.” “Strike?” Irene asked, her eyes narrowing with worry. “We catch them off guard,” Alina continued. “Once they come to check on Sophia, you and I grab whatever we can—sticks, ropes, anything. I’ll go for one of their pockets. I just need to get a phone and call my brother. He’ll come, for me and for you, Irene. He’s not the kind

CALEB As the police officers led Melody away, her arms twisted behind her back in handcuffs, her sobs faded into the background like the ending of a bad dream. Two young girls who were in the room with Soohia slowly got up, dusting themselves off. One of them turned toward Sophia with a light chuckle and said, “Wow. Your knight in shining armor appeared once again to save you. He’s so cool.” I turned slightly, surprised by the comment, then looked at Sophia and raised an eyebrow. “Sophia, who are they?” “My bad,” she replied, walking over to stand beside them. “This is Irene and this is Alina. They helped me a lot.” I blinked. “Helped you?” Alina stepped forward, her voice a little shaky from everything that had happened. “Let’s just get out of this place first. It gives me the creeps.” I didn’t argue. We all began walking out, and as we stepped into the night air, the breeze felt like a blessing. The air was cool and clean. While we walked, I asked again, “So, what ha

Alina Thompson awoke to a bitter taste on her tongue and the violent pounding of her skull against silence. Her body ached. The room was dark, unfamiliar, cloaked in the faint scent of sweat and expensive cologne. Her throat felt parched, her stomach twisted into tight knots, and for a long, breathless moment, she couldn’t remember where she was—or how she had gotten there. She blinked several times, trying to shake off the haze clouding her thoughts. Slowly, she pushed herself into a sitting position. Her limbs were heavy, her mind groggy and disoriented. The sheets beneath her were wrinkled. Her shoes were gone. Her head spun as if she’d been hit by a truck. Nothing made sense. The last thing she remembered was arriving at Matt’s apartment. Her fiancé. Her soon-to-be husband. Tomorrow was supposed to be their wedding day, the day she had dreamed of since she was a little girl. She had planned to surprise him. A sweet gesture, maybe even a little impulsive, but she had missed h