Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Billionaire’s Untamed Possession: Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

Sean’s breath hitched as the countdown kept ticking on the wall.13:47...13:46...The red numbers glowed in the dark like they were laughing at him.He looked at the screen again.Evelyn is Tied up and BlindfoldedHis heart burned with panic.Beside him, Ethan’s fists were clenched tight. His jaw was tight, eyes fixed on the image like he could break through it just by staring.“You still think I’m the enemy, Sean?” Ethan asked, voice low.Sean didn’t answer. His eyes were bloodshot. His chest rose and fell fast.“You kept her from me,” he said finally, his voice shaking with rage. “You knew how much she meant to me.”“I was trying to protect her,” Ethan snapped. “You weren’t thinking straight. You were hiring men from the underworld, getting involved in dirt that could’ve destroyed her!”Sean turned to him slowly. “You think you're the only one who can protect her? You think I’d let anything happen to her? I would die for her, Ethan!”The moment those words left his mouth, silence fe

That was the first thing Evelyn felt when her eyes fluttered open. The ground beneath her was hard and damp. Her body ached, especially her shoulders and neck. Her head throbbed like she’d been hit or drugged. She blinked slowly, trying to make sense of where she was.Dark gray walls surrounded her, cracked and stained. A single flickering bulb hung from the ceiling, casting strange, shifting shadows across the room. The air smelled of metal and dust, mixed with something odd … like blood.Her heart started racing.Where was she?She pushed herself up slowly. Her hands trembled. There were scratches on her arms. Her clothes were the same ones she’d worn at her apartment just before everything went black.She touched her forehead. A bandage? Her fingertips came away slightly damp. Blood.Panic rose in her chest.“Hello?” she whispered hoarsely.Her voice echoed in the silence.She crawled toward the bars at the front of the small cell. Thick metal bars. No windows. Just cold concrete a

Ethan’s breath was still shaky as Mia closed the trapdoor behind them. They were now inside a narrow room hidden behind old concrete walls. It was cold and smelled like rust and mold. But it was safe for now.Mia handed him a torn piece of cloth. “Use this for your wrists. You’re bleeding.”He wrapped the cloth around his wounds. “Thank you.”Mia didn’t respond right away. She was scanning the walls, counting cracks and scribbles with her fingers. “We don’t have much time. Once the guards realize your cell is empty, they’ll come looking.”Ethan’s eyes followed her movements. “You said you knew this place.”“I do,” she whispered. “I’ve been here for six months. They move the prisoners around, but I’ve escaped more than once. Always came back... not by choice.” Her voice trembled, but she kept moving.Ethan watched as she pressed on a stone in the wall. A part of the wall clicked and swung open like a door. Behind it was a hidden tunnel.“How many of these paths are there?” Ethan asked.

The iron door creaked open and the guards shoved her inside.Her heart dropped at the sight in front of her.Ethan.He was chained to a metal pole, sitting on the cold floor, blood dripping from his lip. His shirt was torn, bruises covered his arms and face. His head was lowered like he didn’t even have the strength to lift it anymore.“Ethan!” Evelyn ran forward, eyes full of panic and tears.But a guard grabbed her roughly, pushing her back.“Ah-ah,” he smirked, “watch closely, sweetheart. Your precious hero’s got something to say.”Ethan slowly lifted his head. His eyes met hers.There was pain in them. Fear. Regret. Something she couldn’t understand yet.Then he winced like someone had stabbed him in the ear.A tiny device hidden behind his hair blinked once. It was a mic small, almost invisible. Only he could hear it.A cold voice crackled in his ear. “Say it, Ethan. Or we’ll hurt her. Worse than before. Make her think you used her because you did. Remember the mission.”Ethan’

The black SUV screeched to a stop outside the emergency entrance.The doors flung open.Sean stepped out, carrying Evelyn in his arms like she was the most fragile thing in the world.Blood stained his shirt.His own hand was bleeding, cut deep from the fight but he didn’t even flinch.His face was pale, his jaw clenched tight.But his eyes… They were wild. Full of fear. Full of pain.“Doctor!” Sean’s voice thundered through the hospital.Everyone froze.Nurses looked up. Doctors paused mid-step.People gasped.It took only seconds for the whispers to start.“That’s Sean Rosemond…”“The Rosemond Group’s heir.”“France’s no. 1 business tycoon…”“I’ve never seen him like this…”Everyone had heard of Sean Rosemond.The man with the billion-dollar empire.The cold genius of France’s business world.A name that made rivals tremble.A legend known for never showing weakness.Never losing.Never caring.But today… he looked broken.He stormed through the hallway, still holding Evelyn tightly