Semua Bab Bound by the Billionaire's Relentless Desire.: Bab 31 - Bab 40

The photo of her broken apartment door burned into Sherry's vision like a brand. She stared at her phone, her breath thin, her fingers trembling.STAY WITH HIM. DIE WITH HIM.She didn't speak. Couldn't.Enzo's presence behind her was thundercloud-heavy, coiled, and silent.She felt a weird shift in the atmosphere suddenly when his mask slipped and the predator beneath stirred quite ominously.He took her phone slowly, his eyes scanning a message very carefully with evident unease beneath his rugged exterior.Something icy slowly crystallized in his gaze, but his expression remained stubbornly unchanged. "When did you get this?" he asked, voice flat."Just now. After the voicemail."He turned away, already dialing. "Ethan. We need a full security sweep. Sherry's apartment has been breached. Whoever sent this was inside."She barely heard his words. Her mind was spiraling."Enzo..."He turned back.She whispered, "Is someone trying to kill me... or kill us?"His expression didn't soften.

The hotel hallway swallowed her footsteps. Sherry's pulse pounded as she pressed the elevator button, blinking back the tears that refused to fall. Her fingers trembled. Not from fear. Not entirely. From knowing. Knowing that love with Enzo Blackwood didn't come wrapped in flowers or vows. It came in ultimatums. Blood-stained promises. Hands that held you like worship one minute and shackled you the next. The elevator door slid open. But before she could step in, a hand slammed against the metal. Enzo. His chest heaved with restraint. Hair is disheveled. The tie was hanging loose around his neck. A man who had lost everything once and refused to let it happen again. "Don't walk away," he said, his voice guttural. Sherry didn't meet his eyes. "I already did." "I let you go once. And it nearly killed me. I won't survive it again." Her lips parted to fight, to cry, to beg, but no words came. He stepped into the elevator and hit the emergency stop button. Then the silence tur

The bullet cracked the night wide open.Screams shattered the gala-like glass.Security dove. Guests hit the floor. Champagne flutes exploded on impact.And Sherry couldn't move.The air left her lungs in one strangled gasp as she turned-She was just in time to see Enzo stumble, blood blooming across his white shirt like a rose with thorns.No.He dropped to his knees.No, no, no-She ran.People screamed and scattered, but she tunneled through them like a woman possessed. The moment slowed. Sound drowned beneath the pounding of her heart.She dropped beside him.His body slumped into her arms, blood slick between her fingers.His eyes fluttered. His lips were pale. "Sherry...""Stay with me," she begged, her voice breaking. "Don't you dare leave me again?"His breath hitched. He gripped her wrist."I'm here," she whispered. "I'm not going anywhere."Blood pooled across the floor. Around them. Through them. Like fate written in crimson.Ethan barreled through the panicked crowd, shov

The silence inside Enzo's penthouse was deceptive. It wasn't peace. It was the moment before a warhead detonated. Sherry stood in the centre of the living room, the USB drive still clutched in her hand. Her fingers had long since gone numb. The second video had played in her head on a loop the entire ride home from the hospital. Enzo's father. Her father. And Victoria, the shadow in every frame. They had all been part of something she hadn't just inherited... She had been born for it. She was never a civilian in this war. She was the collateral. Now she knew it. And Enzo... He sat in his armchair like a king returned from the dead, pale but upright, a bandage still pressed under his open shirt. His glass of bourbon sat untouched. "You saw the second file," he said without looking at her. "Yes." "And?" Sherry's voice cracked as she crossed the room. "How long did you know?" He didn't blink. "I suspected. I didn't know Victoria was that deep in it. I didn't want to beli

The private jet touched down just after midnight. No lights. No fanfare. No one to welcome her except a man in a tuxedo holding a black envelope with a red wax seal. "Miss Hart. You've been expected." Sherry adjusted her dark glasses and stepped off the plane, every nerve lit like a fuse. The night air on the Amalfi Coast tasted like salt and secrets with perfume and wealth and something more dangerous simmering beneath it. Victoria's private estate loomed in the distance like a palace stitched together from shadows. Its windows flickered with golden light, music floating faintly on the breeze-a masquerade of predators. Sherry clutched the hidden recording device stitched into the lining of her dress. Tonight, she wasn't Enzo's lover. She wasn't her father's daughter. She was bait. And blade. And she would play their game until she tore the whole thing apart. Inside the estate, the ballroom was a sensual fever dream. Velvet masks, gold champagne, skin on display like armour.