Semua Bab The One I Can't Escape: Bab 1 - Bab 4

I jolt awake, head pounding like someone took a hammer to it. The air reeks of bleach and something fake—air freshener, maybe—failing to cover up something worse. My eyes blink open, squinting against the dim light.The room is dull. Beige walls, a cheap wooden desk, a TV bolted to the wall. A hotel. My breath catches. How the hell did I end up here?I dig through my memory. The pub. Drinking. And that guy—the one who kept watching me. Tall, lean, built like someone who knows how to handle himself. Sharp features. Eyes that pinned me down all night.A noise snaps me back. The door swings open. And there he is—standing in the doorway in nothing but boxer shorts.I go rigid.Our eyes lock. He tilts his head, amused. I shift under the blanket, and cold dread grips my chest. I’m naked. Completely.My pulse kicks into overdrive.“What the—” My voice cracks as I bolt upright, yanking the blanket around me. “Where are my clothes?”He lifts an eyebrow, then nods toward the bathroom. No words,

I move with quiet precision, stepping into the kitchen as if I can blend into the background. The scent of fresh coffee lingers in the air, mingling with the subtle aroma of something sweet—probably whatever Isabella has decided to fuss over this morning. She hums softly, swaying slightly as she moves between the stove and the counter, completely absorbed in her task.Dad is seated at the dining table, his posture rigid as he flips through a magazine. The way he’s holding it—like it’s more for show than actual interest—tells me he’s been waiting for me. But it’s Oliver, sitting at the far end of the table, who makes my breath hitch. He’s hunched slightly, scrolling through his phone, seemingly detached from the world around him.I want to believe that they are unaware of me, that I can slip out unnoticed, but the second my fingers brush the doorknob, Isabella’s voice cuts through the illusion.“Jude?”I wince, turning just enough to meet her curious gaze. “What’s up?”She wipes her ha