บททั้งหมดของ SOLD TO THE GANG LEADER : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Adriana’s POVTwo days. Or at least I think it’s been two.The room they kept me in had no windows, just four gray walls and a flickering light overhead that buzzed like a dying insect. The cold concrete floor felt like ice through my thin dress, and the silence the terrifying, suffocating silence was broken only by the echo of distant footsteps or muffled voices beyond the door.I barely ate. A slice of bread. Half a bottle of water. I didn’t trust it, but I was too weak not to. Hunger clawed at me, but it was the fear that kept me curled up in the corner, knees drawn to my chest, shivering even though it wasn’t cold.Then she came in.Rayna.The woman who’d barely spoken to me at the wedding before I was taken. She had fire in her eyes now no, poison. She stood in the doorway, arms folded, hips cocked to one side like she owned me. Like this was her house. Her world.“You think you’re special?” she sneered, slamming the door behind her. “You think just because Hunter brought you aro

Adriana’s POVThe first thing I felt was warmth.Not pain. Not fear. Just… warmth.For a moment, I thought I was dreaming. That somehow, I’d slipped into some kind of fantasy where sheets smelled clean, where air drifted through half-open windows, and where my body didn’t ache from cold concrete floors or rough hands.Then I blinked.The room came into focus—dimly lit, peaceful, familiar. My eyes adjusted slowly to the soft glow of the bedside lamp. Cream-colored walls. Tall windows. The faint scent of citrus and leather. I knew this room.Hunter’s room.My chest tightened.I tried to sit up but winced as a jolt of pain raced through my ribs. That’s when I noticed the IV drip, the bandages on my wrists, and the oversized hoodie wrapped around my frame like a cocoon. His hoodie.“Don’t,” came his voice—low, gentle.I turned my head.Hunter was sitting in the armchair near the foot of the bed. Elbows on his knees, hands clasped. His jaw was tight, his blueish-gray eyes dark with somethi

Reader Discretion Advised: This section includes sensual content intended for mature audiences (18+). It reflects a shift in power, trust, and healing between the characters. If you’re comfortable with these themes, continue. If not, feel free to skip ahead to the next chapter. (ADRIANA'S POV – EVENING) The house was quiet again. Still. After my parents left, the air had shifted, but not completely settled. I spent the next hour curled on the edge of the bed, fingers brushing the soft threads of the blanket, thoughts swirling in quiet chaos. I should’ve felt relief. Closure. But it wasn’t that simple. The sound of the front door opening echoed faintly through the halls. Then footsteps measured, deliberate. My heart tightened. He was back. A few moments later, the door creaked open. Hunter stepped in, his silhouette framed by the golden glow of the hallway lights. He looked… exhausted. His shoulders were stiff, jaw clenched, but his eyes those blueish-gray eyes softened the inst

Continuation — Same Night, LaterI must have fallen asleep quickly, wrapped in the warmth of the blankets and Hunter’s arm draped securely over my waist.But sometime deep into the night, the dark changed.It wasn’t peaceful anymore.The air grew heavy. Suffocating.In my dream, I was back in that dim room. Rayna’s voice was like a needle in my ears, her nails dragging across my skin, cold hands gripping my face, forcing me to look at her. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t scream. Her words kept echoing.“You’ll never be more than property.”“He’ll never love you, not really.”I thrashed in the dream, gasping for air that wouldn’t come.And then suddenly, light.Warm hands. A voice. Steady, low, familiar.“Adriana. Adriana, wake up baby, you’re safe. You’re here. It’s me.”My eyes flew open.I sat up with a gasp, heart hammering in my chest, damp with sweat, chest tight as if I’d actually been held down. I blinked rapidly in the dark, disoriented, breath shaking.Hunter was already up, kneeli

(Adriana’s POV)It had been over a month since the clinic. Since the sound of two tiny heartbeats changed everything.I didn’t think things would shift so fast between us, but they did quietly, tenderly, like petals unfurling in spring after a brutal winter. And what surprised me most was that it didn’t feel like a sharp turn. It felt like a steady unraveling. Like Hunter had been holding back a part of himself for so long, and now… he was letting it in.Letting me in.Every day since the scan, he’d become more protective. Not just in the way he barked orders at his men or installed more security cameras. That wasn’t new. No, it was the softer things. The way he started waking up before me just to make sure I ate something. The way he studied the ingredients on labels before letting me touch anything. The way he snapped at one of the guards for opening a door too fast near me. The way he held my hand under the table during breakfast, thumb moving gently over my knuckles.Hunter Rivers