Semua Bab The Billionaire’s Untamed Possession: Bab 41 - Bab 50

I locked the door behind me, but my hands were still trembling. The unknown message from that number wouldn’t leave my mind. The words were harmless on the surface, flirty even but there was something deeply wrong about them. Something that made my stomach twist."You look so beautiful when you're lost in thought… just like now."How did they know what I was doing?I walked around the apartment restlessly, checking each window, pulling the curtains shut one by one. My heart was still pounding. I turned on all the lights and even the TV just to break the silence, but the fear was louder than any sound.My phone vibrated again. I jumped. Another message."Don’t be scared, Evelyn. I just like watching you."This time, I dropped my phone. My breathing turned shallow, and I pressed my back against the wall. My palms were sweating, and I could hear my own heartbeat in my ears. I didn’t know what to do. Should I call the police? Would they even take this seriously?Then I thought of Ethan. W

I shivered when the cool evening air hit me outside Ethan’s apartment building. The city lights glowed faintly through the trees, and the quiet hum of distant traffic made me feel safer than any door or lock ever could. Ethan led the way inside, unlocking the door with a familiar click. Immediately, warmth from the hall lights and soft music drifting from another hallway welcomed me in.Ethan motioned for me to come in. “Make yourself at home,” he said, voice gentle.I just stepped into the living room, which was cozy in a lived-in way: comfortable couch, framed photos on the shelves, and a warm lamp casting a soft glow over everything. I felt my shoulders finally relax.He set down my bag on a chair and faced me. “Would you like something to drink? Tea, coffee, water?”“Tea would be nice,” I replied, my voice still a little shaky.He nodded, went into the kitchen, and came back a moment later with a steaming mug wrapped in a knitted coaster. The mug warmed my hands instantly when I t

Ethan’s apartment was quiet and warm, a calm storm inside me. I sat on the soft couch in his living room, wrapped in a thick blanket he had given me. My hands still felt cold. My heart was still uneasy. But for the first time in hours, I felt like I could breathe.Ethan came out of the kitchen carrying two mugs of hot cocoa. “You’ll sleep better with this,” he said, handing one to me.“Thank you,” I whispered, taking it with both hands. The warmth seeped through the cup, steadying the tremble in my fingers.He sat across from me, watching me carefully. “You’ve been through a lot. Just rest tonight, okay?”I nodded. The fear from earlier still clung to me the messages, the idea of someone watching me, the unknown eyes following my every move. I couldn’t stop hearing that ringtone. I couldn’t stop imagining that faceless stalker, smiling while sending those sickening texts.I took a sip of the cocoa, but my thoughts spiraled again. “Ethan... What if he knows I’m here too?”Ethan leaned

The morning light spilled softly through the curtains, but I couldn’t feel its warmth. I sat on the edge of the bed in Ethan’s guest room, staring at nothing. The comfort of this place, its calm, its silence was beginning to feel unfamiliar. Too clean. Maybe it would be better to stay at Ethan's house for the time being,I hope everything is fine at the office.I wrapped the blanket tighter around me and sighed. I hadn't told Ethan yet, but something had been bothering me ever since last night. A memory. A detail I hadn’t pieced together until now. I remembered a photo of my father at a construction site. A man stood beside him. And now, I was almost certain I had seen that same man again this time, in a photo hanging in the boardroom of Sean’s company.Was it just a coincidence? Or was there something more?Downstairs, I could hear Ethan moving around, probably fixing breakfast or checking the security system again. He was always making sure everything was safe. Always watching. Alway

The silence in my office was unbearable. The ticking of the clock on the wall sounded louder than usual. Every minute that passed without hearing from Evelyn made my chest tighten more.She hadn’t shown up to work in days. No calls. No texts. Not even a message to say she was okay. I tried to convince myself she just needed time, maybe she was still shaken from what happened.But deep down, I knew something wasn’t right.And Ethan had vanished too. No updates, no reports, nothing. He was a high level officer, a man known for keeping his word, for checking in regularly. But now? Nothing.I stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, staring down at the city. My jaw clenched. I had enough.I pressed a button on my desk and said coldly, “Let him in.”A few seconds later, my office door opened, and the man I had been waiting for walked in.Detective Ray Carter.Tall, well-dressed in a dark grey suit, he moved with a quiet confidence. Sharp features, calm eyes, and the kind of presence that made