Semua Bab The Billionaire’s Untamed Possession: Bab 91 - Bab 99

The first thing I felt was warmth.but the kind that feels like a quiet sunrise after a long storm.Soft sheets cocooned my sore body, and the scent of something clean and warm lingered in the air faint citrus, mixed with something uniquely familiar.Sean.I blinked, adjusting to the light. I was in a room I didn’t recognize. The curtains were sheer, allowing gentle sunlight to spill onto the floor. A quiet hush blanketed the space, broken only by the rhythmic ticking of a distant clock.I shifted slightly, and a soft gasp escaped my lips at the dull ache in my shoulder.“Careful,” a low voice murmured beside me.I turned my head and there he was.Sean.Sitting on a chair beside the bed, eyes fixed on me like he hadn't looked away for hours. His hair was slightly tousled, his shirt wrinkled, and his hand bandaged. The very sight of it made my chest twist.“You're awake,” he said softly, like he was afraid speaking too loudly might break the moment.My throat felt dry. “Where... where a

The liquor burned in my throat, but I didn’t care anymore.Everything felt warm and fuzzy. My head spun just enough to make the world blur at the edges, and my body God, it felt too light, too heavy, too everything. The shirt I wore was Sean's. It hung down to my knees, smelling like him, swallowing me whole in a way that strangely comforted me.I stumbled toward the bed and sat, humming something under my breath. My cheeks were flushed, legs bare, and skin warm under the cotton. I felt like floating... or maybe drowning. I didn’t know.Then I heard it…his voice.“Evelyn?”The door flung open. Sean’s tall frame appeared in the doorway, eyes wide with something between anger and pure panic.“What the hell….” he froze. “Evelyn?”I turned my head slowly and smiled, soft and dazed. “Hey... you’re back.”His eyes swept over me bare legs, his oversized shirt, tousled hair, the empty liquor bottles on the table.He cursed under his breath, voice tight. “Fucking hell…”“I was bored,” I mumble

The morning air was supposed to be calm, but today, it was far from peaceful.Ray stood near the hospital’s side entrance, arms crossed, eyes narrowed behind his dark sunglasses. The flashing lights from cameras, the nonstop chatter of reporters, and the aggressive crowd gathering near the hospital gates was enough to set anyone’s nerves on edge.And in the middle of it all was Ethan.Even though Ray had ordered extra guards, the media had pushed through every line. They were no longer afraid of the Rosemond or Blanc family names. No more silent respect, no more keeping their distance. Now, it was like they smelled blood. And they wanted a story.Ray’s phone buzzed again. Another message."Emergency meeting. Dean is requesting you immediately. Media disturbance is increasing. Other patients are complaining."He sighed and pocketed his phone, walking briskly through the hallway. His shoes clicked against the floor with authority, but even that wasn’t enough to drown out the loud voices

The hospital room felt colder than it should.Ethan sat in the recliner by the window, dressed in fresh clothes but still wrapped in a blanket of restlessness. The IV drip had been removed that morning, and the doctors had said he’d be fine in a few days. But his mind… his heart… they were far from okay.His eyes weren’t on the city skyline outside the window. They were fixed on his phone.No messages. No missed calls.No Evelyn.He’d been staring at her contact for hours now, thumb hovering over the call button, then pulling away.What would he even say?“Are you safe?”“Are you okay?”“Why didn’t you come see me?”“Why are you with him?”His jaw tightened at the last thought.Sean.Of all people, it had to be him.Ethan leaned back and closed his eyes, pressing his hand over them.He remembered the way she had looked that night when they rushed into the hospital, blood on her sleeves, shaking hands, wild eyes filled with fear. She had held onto him like he was her lifeline.But now?

Ray leaned back in his car seat, eyes fixed on the glowing screen in front of him. For the past few nights, he had barely slept. He had checked every camera feed, every phone signal, and followed every damn lead that went nowhere. But this time… something changed.A small alert flashed on the screen.He sat up quickly. His fingers moved fast, pulling up the tracker window again. The red signal, the one they had been chasing for days, was back. And this time, it wasn’t moving. It was steady, located in an old, abandoned warehouse on the east side of the industrial zone.“Got you,” Ray whispered, his voice rough.He zoomed in. The place was far from city lights, away from security cameras and crowded streets. A perfect hiding spot. He counted the heat signatures of six, no, maybe seven people inside.He reached for his phone and called Sean first. The line picked up fast.“Ray?” Sean’s voice was calm but alert.“I found them,” Ray said straight to the point. “Old warehouse near the indu