Semua Bab Will You Marry Me?: Bab 201 - Bab 210

Maya cried silently in the bathroom, her face buried in her palms. Everything was spinning in her mind—what she had done, what she had lost, and what still hung in the balance. But after a while, she told herself it wasn’t the time to cry. She couldn’t risk Star’s life. Her uncle was dead because of her. Her aunt was unconscious..... maybe hospitalized by now. And Star… Star was the only thing she had left. If she didn’t do exactly what was expected of her, she knew her sister would be harmed. She wiped her eyes, stood up shakily, and left the bathroom. With trembling hands, she erased the call history from the phone and placed it back carefully on the bed. Then she turned and went back into the bathroom. She scrubbed her body until her skin felt raw, and brushed her teeth again. When she stepped out, she wrapped herself tightly in a white robe and sat down on the bed, waiting. Carlos’ reaction earlier still played out in her mind. When she had tried to do what she tho

Maya was confused. She didn’t know what to do anymore. Carlos seemed like a good man. He had been kind, gentle, and nothing like the monsters she'd encountered before. But she didn’t fully trust him. How could she? Why would he risk so much for a girl he barely knew? He had said he had been willing to let her go if her uncle had come for her. That, she could understand. Maybe he hated SK Institute as much as she did. Maybe he stood against everything they represented. But risking his life—for her? For Star? It made no sense. And yet, that very confusion frightened her. Because in a world full of predators, kindness felt dangerous too. She couldn’t stop the question echoing in her mind—Why was Carlos risking his life for them? He wasn’t family. He owed them nothing. And yet, here he was. She sat quietly, thoughts spinning, until Carlos finally broke the silence. “Why aren’t you saying anything?” he asked, his voice calm. Maya hesitated before answering. “I don’t want yo

Carlos reached into his pocket and discreetly pressed the small device hidden inside. The CCTV feed in his father’s office blinked out. He glanced at the corner camera—it was dead. Perfect.His father hadn’t noticed.Carlos stepped forward, arms open. “I’m back, Dad. Won't you hug me?”The old man scoffed and moved slowly, arms out. “I knew you’d come around. The arm always bends inward, son.”They hugged—but the moment his father’s chest met his, Carlos drove a sharp, precise blow to the back of his neck.The man dropped like a stone.Carlos caught him mid-fall, lowering him carefully into his leather chair. His pulse was steady—he was out cold.No time to waste.Carlos locked the office door, then slipped his hand into his father’s suit pocket and pulled out his phone. Still locked. Without hesitation, he lifted his father’s limp hand and pressed the thumb to the sensor.Click.Unlocked.He connected both phones via a slim device, rapidly initiating the data transfer. SK Institute f

The night was humid and heavy, filled with tension. Outside SK Institute, Maya's heart thudded like a drum. The gate loomed ahead, its sleek black bars lit by overhead floodlights. It was just past eight, but the compound buzzed with quiet life—lights on, shadows shifting, guards posted like statues. Carlos parked the car in silence. He turned to her, giving her a final once-over. The gold wig he’d picked out glinted faintly in the moonlight. Her entire body was wrapped in a black jumpsuit, hugging every line and curve. Black sneakers on her feet. A black nose mask veiled half her face. She looked unrecognizable. “You ready?” he asked. Maya nodded. She had to be. He had spent the last few hours teaching her how to hold a gun, how to fire, how not to shake. The mansion he’d taken her to was as luxurious as it was surreal, but none of it mattered now. Not if they didn’t make it out alive. Carlos stepped out in his black suit, sleek and composed. His gun was hidden inside his jac

Moans filled the room, low and muffled, but not from the woman underneath Manuel. Her lips were parted, breath shallow, but silent—just the way he liked it. A rule he had made clear. He didn’t like noise when he was fucking. No talking either. Just the sound of his deep, controlled grunts as he moved inside her with raw purpose. He pinned her wrists to the bed, and went deeper, his hips pumping in slow, powerful thrusts. The air was filled with tension and power, sweat beading on his chest, eyes shut in complete immersion, jaw clenched. Every grunt that rumbled from his throat was primal. He was close— after all, he wasn't here for intimacy, rather, chasing a release only he was allowed to vocalize. Then his phone rang. The shrill ringtone sliced through the air, loud, insistent, jarring. Manuel's eyes snapped open, jaw clenched in annoyance. "Fuck." He yanked himself free, ignoring the way the woman flinched slightly, and reached for the phone on the nightstand. He was read