บททั้งหมดของ BOUND BY THE BILLIONAIRE LAWYER.: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

When Sophia woke, her body screamed in protest. A sharp, radiating ache started at her wrists, tied so tightly that the rope burned into her skin. Her head throbbed, each pulse sending a wave of nausea through her. Blinking against the dim light, she tried to take in her surroundings. The room was bare with cold concrete walls, and a single dangling bulb casting long, shifting shadows, and silence so heavy it pressed down on her chest.Her breath hitched as the events leading to this moment began to claw their way back to her consciousness. The black card. The shopping spree. The silence in the house. And then the chloroform.She tried to shift, only to realize her ankles were bound to the legs of the chair. Panic surged in her chest, but she forced herself to stay still. Panic never helped anyone escape.The door creaked open, the sound slicing through the silence like a blade. A man stepped in, he was tall, broad-shouldered, and shrouded in shadow. The dim light barely touched his f

Sophie’s heart raced in her chest, her mind was spinning as she sat tied to the chair, her wrists burning from the coarse rope that cut into her skin. The room was dim. She didn’t need to look around, she had been in this place long enough to memorize every detail, every crack in the walls. But it was the door that she focused on now, the door through which they would come for her, just like they always did. How predictable.She wasn’t sure how long it had been since they’d captured her, weeks? Months? Time had become a blur in this hellhole, but she knew one thing for sure, she had to escape. It was the only thing that kept her from breaking. She had to leave the Godforsaken place at anycost.The sound of footsteps echoed down the hall outside the room. Her stomach dropped instantly. It was him. She could feel it, the tension that came with it, the malevolent presence. He had come to deliver the news, or maybe worse, to gloat, to mock and to act stupid.Sophie took a deep breath,

Sophie stirred, the warmth of the bed unfamiliar yet oddly comforting. A weight pressed against her, something firm and solid. Her breath hitched as her senses slowly returned, and reality settled in.She blinked, her vision adjusting to the dim lighting of the hotel room. Her body ached, the events of the past days crashing down on her like a tidal wave. She turned her head slightly—and froze.Drake.He was lying beside her, his arm draped over her waist as if shielding her even in sleep. His breathing was slow, steady, and far too close. She barely had time to process before she realized just how entangled they were.Her leg was hooked around his. Their bodies pressed together, his warmth seeping into her skin through the thin fabric of the clothes she didn’t even remember changing into. Her heart pounded against her ribs.Carefully, she shifted, trying to ease herself out of his hold without waking him. But as soon as she moved, his grip tightened slightly, fingers twitching agains

The morning air was crisp, sunlight filtering through the half-drawn curtains, casting soft golden streaks across the room. Sophie blinked, adjusting to the light before turning her gaze to the couch. Drake was exactly where she left him last night, his laptop was open and his fingers were moving with sharp precision. His jaw was set, his focus looked unshaken.She shifted under the covers, stretching before her voice broke the silence between them.“You ever sleep?”Drake didn’t look up, but the corner of his lips lifted slightly. “You ever stop asking questions?”Sophie rolled her eyes, kicking the blankets off as she sat up. “I take it that means no.”But she got no response. She narrowed her eyes at him, watching the way his brows furrowed as he typed. The glow of the screen highlighted his sharp features, making him look more intense than usual. More handsome and more attractive than usual. Wait..did she find drake attractive? She brushed out the thought of it quickly.“Drake,” s

Over the past few days, Drake had been… tolerable. That was the only word Sophie could think of to describe him. He wasn’t cold, but he wasn’t warm either. He didn’t lash out, didn’t throw cruel words like daggers, but he also didn’t shower her with kindness. He simply existed in a space where he wasn’t insufferable.And to Sophie, that was progress.They had settled into a quiet routine. Breakfasts were no longer filled with thick, suffocating silence, and Drake had even started updating her about Edward’s case without her having to pry. Small things, really. But enough to keep her from walking out the door.This morning was no different. She sat across from him at the long dining table, absently cutting into her pancakes while Drake sipped his coffee, his expression unreadable as always.Then—“Sophie.”She glanced up, chewing slowly. “Hmm?”Drake cleared his throat, shifting slightly in his seat. “Um…” He stopped.She arched a brow. “Did you just ‘um’?”His jaw ticked, clearly regr