Bound by the Billionaire's Relentless Desire. のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

The pen hovered over the thick contract, the weight of the decision pressing heavily against Sherry's chest. Four years. It felt like a lifetime, and yet nowhere near enough time to navigate the dangerous game Enzo Blackwood had dragged her into. Enzo sat across from her in the hospital's private lounge, his legs crossed with the ease of a man who had already won. He watched her, dark eyes unwavering, waiting for her to sign away her freedom. Her fingers tightened around the pen. "What have I gotten myself into?" "This is business," Enzo corrected smoothly, his voice a mixture of amusement and command. "You wanted security for Margo Fashion House? Here it is. Sign the contract, and your company gets full access to the orphanage project." She exhaled sharply, her heartbeat thundering in her ears. "And in return, I become your wife." Enzo's smirk was slow, predatory. She glared at him. "You make this contract marriage thing sound like a short vacation." He leaned forward, his forea

Hours later, Sherry stood at the entrance of Enzo's penthouse, their swanky new pad atop a skyscraper.Massive floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked city surroundings with sleek furnishings that screamed power and wealth beneath an impossibly sophisticated atmosphere.Even with the beauty of the house, sharing this space with Enzo somehow made her chest tighten rather abruptly beneath intense emotional pressure."Welcome home, wife,” Enzo murmured behind her, his voice laced with amusement.Sherry turned, arms crossed. “Cut the act. We both know what this is.”Enzo smirked, stepping closer, his dark eyes gleaming with something dangerous. “Do we?”Her pulse quickened. “Where is my room?”“Afraid you won’t be able to resist me?” His smirk deepened, a taunting edge to his voice.Sherry scoffed. “I just prefer my space.”Enzo studied her for a moment before nodding. “Fine, just for now, wife.”Relief washed over her, but it was short-lived. Later that night, fresh from a shower and wrapped

Sherry stirred awake to the sound of waves gently lapping against the wooden stilts of the villa. The air was thick with the scent of salt and tropical flowers, the morning sun casting golden streaks across the bed. For a brief moment, she forgot where she was, lost in the serenity of it all.Then reality crashed back.She was in the Maldives. On a honeymoon that wasn't real. With a man who thrived on testing her limits.Groaning softly, she stretched beneath the silk sheets, the fabric clinging to her bare skin like a secret.The morning sun streamed in lazily through the balcony doors, casting golden streaks across the rumpled bed where her body still remembered the ache of restraint.She hadn't slept; how could she? Not with Enzo so near and yet impossibly out of reach.Last night had been a slow, burning torture.Every glance he gave her felt like a caress. Every word he whispered was dipped in honey and heat.He hadn't touched her not really but his presence had ignited every nerv

Sherry awoke to silence.The space beside her bed was cold and untouched. She turned her head slowly, her eyes landing on the lone piece of paper resting against a folded napkin on the nightstand.Handle the day yourself. Needed space.EnzoHer fingers clenched around the sheet. No "good morning," no explanation, not even a polite pretense of affection. Just another cold reminder that this was a game to him, an arrangement where hearts were meant to stay uninvolved.Sherry tumbled out of bed onto the floor, and silk sheets rustled softly against her skin as she ambled toward the floor-to-ceiling windows.Sunlight ricocheted off waves, and palm leaves quivered vigorously in salty air as couples strolled the sand with entwined fingers already.She shut her eyelids tightly in the darkness. She stood apart from those people utterly. She wasn’t like them. She couldn’t be. That was utterly impossible for her.She threw on a linen jumpsuit and gold-rimmed sunglasses after a long, hot shower,

The image haunted Enzo long after the screen went black. A red target burned into his memory, plastered right over Sherry's chest.Tick. Tock.Time was running out.He stared at the darkened phone for a long time, fists balled, breath shallow. Not again.He sat frozen, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white, his breath ragged with a mix of rage and fear. His mind screamed with one relentless truth: Not again.Not with her.He had sworn to keep Sherry safe, yet here she was, marked like prey in a twisted game she never asked to play.He had dragged her into this darkness, into the underworld that fed on blood and betrayal.Now, someone is hunting her as if she were just another game piece, and she is more like collateral damage.But Sherry wasn't just another pawn.Not anymore.She is his wife, Mrs. Blackwood, as time goes by.And whoever had dared to threaten her had just signed their death warrant.Enzo stood slowly, eyes gleaming with a deadly promise.Did they