Semua Bab The Billionaire’s Untamed Possession: Bab 51 - Bab 60

The city lights flickered through the glass windows of my office, but I wasn’t really seeing them. My eyes were fixed on the last known photo of Evelyn. It had been three days. Three days of silence. Three days since anyone had seen her. Or Ethan.I leaned forward, fingers steepled under my chin, the tension building behind my eyes. My phone was on silent, but I kept checking it, as if my need could somehow force a message to appear. Still nothing.Ray stood across the desk, flipping through a thick file. His face was unreadable, calm like always. But the air between us was tight with frustration.“She was last seen entering Ethan’s villa,” Ray reported. “After that, nothing. No security footage. No digital trail. Her phone is off. His system is offline. It’s like they both disappeared.”I clenched my jaw. “And Ethan?”Ray paused. “Master Ethan is not just a regular man. He’s the highest-ranking field officer in the intelligence bureau, and a shadow-level hacker. If he wants to stay o

The sky had started turning grey when we crossed the city limits. Rain clouds gathered above, heavy and slow. The air was cooler here, far from the busy city, just like I wanted. Quiet. Safe.Evelyn was sound asleep in the back seat, her head resting against the window. She had taken some cold medicine just before we left, and within minutes, she had drifted off. Her breathing was soft, peaceful like she wasn’t in the middle of a storm.I turned my eyes back to the road and drove a little faster. I had already taken her old phone, turned it off, and snapped the SIM card into two clean pieces before tossing it into a trash bin at a deserted gas station. There could be no trace of her now. No tracking, no signals. Nothing.She trusted me. And I wasn’t going to let anyone hurt her.We arrived at the house, a remote estate hidden behind thick trees on the outskirts. No one would find her here. The cameras were offline, the security system ran on a closed loop. Even satellites would strugg

The grey, cold walls of the city’s Bureau Office stood tall and quiet as morning light peeked through the heavy clouds. Inside, the silence was sharp, only broken by the occasional shuffle of paper or the soft buzz of security systems.Sean’s grandfather, Alexander Rosemond, sat in a chair in the interrogation room. He looked calm, composed, and proud. His silver hair was neatly combed back, his suit pressed without a wrinkle. But in his eyes they held stories that no one in that room could read easily.Across from him, senior officers moved slowly, carefully, going through files. They had been collecting evidence for months, and now, they were finally questioning one of the most powerful men in France’s business world.Just outside the glass panel of the interrogation room stood Nick, a young and sharp police officer calm, observant, and dressed in a clean, dark uniform. He wasn’t allowed to take part in the questioning yet. He was still too junior. But he had been following this cas

The skies outside Ethan’s safehouse were cloudy, quiet. I didn’t know the storm was already gathering elsewhere inside the cold white walls of the hospital, where my mother lay weaker than before.That morning, while I sipped tea and helped Ethan sort through some printed files about anonymous surveillance methods, something tugged at the edge of my chest. A strange tightness. Like I had forgotten something important.Far away, at Saint Mary's Hospital, my mother hadn’t spoken since dawn. She kept her eyes closed. Her food tray sat untouched on the side table. The nurse had tried everything: soft words, warm soup, her favorite music. But nothing worked.“She hasn't eaten since yesterday,” the young nurse whispered to the Head of the hospital, Dr. Amélie Fournier.Dr. Fournier's face tensed with concern. “Call her attending physician. And bring me her vitals.”Fifteen minutes later, after reviewing the charts and standing beside the bed of the woman who once raised a fierce, independen

The night was silent, but something about it felt wrong.I stood by the tall glass window of my study, watching the dark sky over Paris, the lights from the city flickering like ghosts. The silence in the house felt heavier than usual. Maybe it was because she wasn’t here. Evelyn.I still hadn’t been able to reach her. Not one call. Not one message. Not a sign.I clenched my jaw and turned back to the room. Ray had taken over the far end of my desk, multiple laptops open, his fingers moving with sharp, precise rhythm. The man had always worked like a machine cold, fast, focused.“Still nothing?” I asked, already knowing the answer.Ray didn’t lift his eyes. “Plenty. Just not what you’re expecting.”I poured myself a drink, the ice clinking loudly in the glass. “Say it straight.”Ray finally looked up. “Someone accessed a secure underworld line, an old one your grandfather used in the 80s. Hidden codes. Dead drops. But this one… this one was meant for you.”I walked over slowly. “For m