Semua Bab The Billionaire’s Untamed Possession: Bab 61 - Bab 70

The morning was unusually quiet.I sat by the window of Ethan’s safehouse, sipping a lukewarm cup of tea. My eyes scanned the horizon, not for beauty but for movement. A shape. A flash. Anything that might signal someone watching.Ethan had gone into his hidden room again, working with his team to trace the source of the surveillance breach. I could hear his faint voice behind the sealed door, giving instructions, speaking in short, sharp sentences. Seriously. Tense.I pressed my hand against the glass. Everything outside looked normal. Peaceful. But it didn’t feel that way.A part of me wanted to leave this place and face whatever was coming. Another part of me, the smarter part, knew that stepping outside might be the exact mistake they were waiting for.I was no longer just a girl caught in office drama. No longer the assistant with a dream to make her mark in the design world. Now, I was someone’s target.Maybe even more than one.A soft beep made me jump.The door to Ethan’s room

The room smelled of blood, sweat, and cold concrete. A single lightbulb flickered from above, casting shadows on the cracked walls of the underground chamber. Chains rattled lightly with every breath Sean took.He was tied to a rusted chair in the center of the room. His once-pristine white shirt was torn and stained with blood. His face, usually so sharp and composed, was bruised, his bottom lip cracked and swollen. One of his eyes was nearly shut from swelling, but the other still held that stubborn, unbroken spark.One of the gang members, tall and muscular with tattoos snaking up his neck, circled him like a predator. “Still holding strong, huh, pretty boy?” he sneered.Sean didn’t answer. He kept his head down, breathing hard through his nose. His wrists were raw from the metal cuffs, but he never made a sound.Another man entered. He wore gloves, clean, and surgical. His steps were soft, deliberate. The room fell silent as he approached.“Let’s see how much longer you stay quiet

The air in the safehouse was heavy, too still. The kind of silence that made every small sound feel loud. I sat in my hidden room, fingers tapping fast on the keyboard, watching lines of code scroll across the monitor. Something had been bothering me for days, a gut feeling that we weren’t as hidden as I thought.Evelyn had gone out for a short walk in the garden behind the house. I told her to take a break, breathe a little. But I stayed back. I had to double-check everything again.I ran a sweep on the security footage and encrypted channels. Nothing seemed wrong. Then, I noticed something strange.A small blip.Barely noticeable, but it was there.A transmission signal is short range, weak, but active.I narrowed my eyes and focused on tracking the signal. My fingers moved quickly, heart pounding faster. The signal was coming from inside the house.From Evelyn."No... that can't be," I whispered.I rushed out and quietly followed the trail. My tablet beeped faster as I got closer t

The rain had just started again, soft but persistent. It tapped lightly on the windows of my study as I sat at my desk, staring at the same surveillance map for the tenth time today. No new signals. No leads. Still no trace of Evelyn or Ethan.I leaned back in the chair, my eyes closing for a moment. It had been days. Days without her voice. Without knowing if she was safe.I’ve searched everywhere. Hacked security cams. Paid off insiders. Called in favors from people I shouldn’t owe anything to. And now… even Ray was coming up empty.Or so he said.The thought sat uncomfortably in my chest.Ray had always been sharp, too sharp to miss so much. His reports were clean, detailed, but… something didn’t fit anymore. He wasn’t lying. Not directly. But something about the way he avoided my eyes when I brought up Evelyn made my stomach roll..“Still no movement?” I asked, not looking at him as he stepped into the room.Ray shook his head and tossed a thin file onto my desk. “Her trail ends a

The room was dim, filled with smoke and softclicking sounds from the computer keyboards. The gang leader known only as Renoir in the underworld stood with his back to the screen, hands folded behind him, watching the large monitor on the wall.On it, the paused image of Evelyn’s mother lying weak in the hospital bed was frozen mid-frame.“She’s still alive,” one of the men muttered behind him.“She won’t be for long if we push the right buttons,” another laughed.Renoir turned slowly, his face calm but cold. “Not yet.”The room fell silent at his voice.Renoir moved closer to the screen, his eyes narrowing. “This girl... Evelyn... she’s more useful alive. She’s the perfect weapon. Sharp, innocent, and easy to manipulate.”He flicked the remote, and a new screen popped up live feed from outside Ethan’s safehouse.“They think they’ve hidden her well,” he said with a smirk. “But even the strongest walls can crack when you apply the right pressure.”The youngest member of the gang, Leo,