Lahat ng Kabanata ng I AM YOURS TO PLAY: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Chapter 22: Dead Or Alive SARAH’S POVThe morning sun barely clawed through the cracked blinds of Ethan’s bedroom, casting jagged shadows across the white walls as I paced the room, my stiletto heels stabbing the wooden floorboards with every furious step. One month had dragged by since Ethan vanished into thin air, his phone dead, his weekly cash drops to his foster leeches—and me—vanishing like smoke. My patience frayed, I snatched my phone from the beautiful white couch as it buzzed, Ethan’s foster mother Margaret’s name glaring on the screen. I pressed it to my ear, forcing a quiver into my voice, my free hand twisting a strand of hair. “Mrs. Caldwell? Any word on Ethan?”Her voice sliced through, shrill and frantic, tinged with desperation that masked her greed. “Sarah, it’s been one month! No calls, no money—nothing! The rent’s past due, the landlord’s threatening eviction, and we’re out of food. You’re his fiancée—come with us to the Field Office. We need answers!” Her words

Chapter 24: A Consensual SurrenderLUCIAN’S POVI jolted awake, my hand trembling against the bandage on my abdomen, the dull throb of the bullet wound pulsing beneath my fingers. My gray eyes cracked open, locking onto Ethan standing by the chamber door, tears streaming down his flushed cheeks, his hazel eyes glistening with raw emotion. The painting of his younger self stared back at him, a secret I’d buried for years, and my heart stuttered in my chest. I’d drifted to unconsciousness expecting him gone, having seized the vulnerability of my collapse to flee. Four days of syndicate warfare, a traitor’s betrayal, and that damn bullet had left me exposed, yet here he stood, rooted, his sobs reverberating off the stone walls. Why didn’t he run? The question seared my mind, a tangle of relief and awe knotting my gut. This man who’d clawed to escape me, stayed when freedom dangled before him. Why?His voice shattered my thoughts, fragile and splintered, as he staggered two steps forward

Chapter 26: A Run For SanityETHAN’S POVMy chest heaved, my lungs burning as I lay sprawled across Lucian’s bed, the silk sheets clinging to my sweat-slicked skin. The air was heavy with the musky scent of sex, our ragged breaths the only sound in the dim room. Lucian’s arm draped over my waist, his lips brushing my forehead in soft, lazy kisses. My body still thrummed with the aftershocks of what we’d done—hours of raw, mind-blowing pleasure that had left me trembling, my muscles aching in the best way. It was the kind of sex that carved itself into your soul, the kind that made you forget who you were. And that was the problem. I stared at the ceiling, the ornate chandelier above glinting faintly in the low light, and a cold knot of shame twisted in my gut. I was an FBI agent, trained to uphold justice, to take down men like Lucian—men who thrived in the shadows, their hands stained with blood and power. Yet here I was, tangled in his sheets, my body singing from his touch, my hea

Chapter 28: Trial And ChargedETHAN’S POVThe interrogation room was a concrete box, cold and gray, the fluorescent light overhead buzzing like a swarm of angry wasps. My wrists ached, the handcuffs biting into my skin as I sat at the metal table, my head bowed, my face pressed against the cool surface. Blood trickled from my lip, warm and metallic, pooling on the table in tiny, crimson droplets. My body screamed with every breath, bruises throbbing from the blows I’d taken. The air smelled of sweat and stale coffee, and the silence was heavy, broken only by the shuffle of papers and the low hum of voices across from me. Supervisory Special Agent Reynolds sat flanked by two directors from FBI Headquarters, their suits crisp, their faces carved from stone. Director Hargrove, a wiry man with a hawkish nose, leaned forward, his eyes glinting with contempt. Director Patel, broader, with a shaved head that gleamed under the light, tapped a pen against a stack of files. Reynolds looked tir

Chapter 30: His Stubborn ObsessionLUCIAN’S POVThe campfire’s glow flickered across Ethan’s face, casting shadows that danced over his sharp cheekbones, his slumped shoulders heavy with a sadness I could feel from the darkness. I crouched in the bushes, my breath shallow, the cold steel of my Glock pressed against my palm. Blackwood Forest was silent, save for the crackle of flames and the gurgle of the nearby stream, but my pulse thundered, a storm of rage and longing tearing me apart. Ethan sat there, oblivious, his knife glinting as he called out, “Who’s there?” His voice trembled, and fuck, it gutted me.I’d been watching him since he ran—since he drugged me, my men, and slipped out of my mansion like a ghost. I’d told Marco to stand down, but that was a lie. I’d watched Ethan’s every move, from the courtroom to his lonely apartment, to this damn campsite. And now, here he was, alone, vulnerable, and breaking my heart with every breath.My fingers tightened on the gun, my jaw cl