บททั้งหมดของ My heart surrendered to the Boss: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

he Shadow of Sophia club was busier that night. The thick cigar smoke from the VIP area was suffocating, making it hard to see clearly and navigate between the tables while balancing that damn tray, but it was also where we got the best tips. Just thirty more minutes. That was all I needed to endure from those rich guys who had no sense of manners or respect. Big shots. Businessmen. Politicians. Even the top tier of the underworld frequented that place. All of them strutted around in their fancy, expensive suits, laughing about how they had ruined the life of yet another random poor soul drowning in debt. Shadow of Sophia was the most popular club in Soho, London. Known for its exclusivity and complete discretion, it wasn’t a place where just anyone could walk in for a drink. Even we, mere hourly workers, had to go through a tough hiring process and rigorous training before we could start serving in the halls. The beautiful, elegant facade with purple neon signs and black velvet

I couldn’t stay there; someone would come upstairs soon, and if they saw me in that state, it could get worse. My hand throbbed, the cut had reopened, and the blood flowed warm from the wound. I returned to my room, locking the door and sliding the latch I had installed after a night when Liam came home drunk and tried to break it down. I went to my closet, grabbing the small first-aid kit I had put together after Diane “accidentally” pushed me down the last few stairs. I was still missing a few things, but I managed to apply a temporary bandage until I could get to a hospital or a pharmacy. Sitting on the bed, I took a deep breath, wiping away my tears. What did I expect? Diane only saw me as a way to make money without having to get up from her tacky sofa. Ever since my father introduced her as his fiancée, I had felt something off about her, but I still tried to build some kind of relationship. Of course, she would never take my mother’s place, but nothing prevented us

That smile, those silver eyes devoid of any emotion. It was identical to earlier when he took a man’s life without so much as blinking. His eyes roamed over my face, trailing down my body until they stopped at my hands. With a sideways smile, he pulled out a blood-stained knife. I jumped back, trying to pull away from him, but Cassian was faster and grabbed my wrists with force. “If you don’t want to lose a finger, you’d better stay still.” He brought the blade to the zip tie binding me and cut it. I felt the blood rushing back into my fingers and rubbed my sore wrists. He raised the knife again, turning the blade in front of my face as he looked into my eyes. They were empty, dark abysses that seemed to pull me into them. The cold blade touched my face, sliding down my cheek. I swallowed hard and then held my breath. I felt my heart pounding hard in my chest, fear, and anguish growing as the knife slipped toward my neck. Those gray eyes didn’t stray from mine, as if he w

There was nothing I could do. Fighting or trying to escape would only put me at unnecessary risk. The sun was beginning to break over the horizon, and my body was already showing signs of exhaustion from all the stress I had been forced to endure. I forced myself to stay awake, watching the path the car followed. Gradually, we moved away from central London, heading toward the upscale suburbs. Mansions of various styles appeared until we entered the famous Billionaires' Row. That place was known for its top-level security, as well as guaranteeing the privacy of its residents. The car stopped in front of a large mansion with a modern, imposing facade that reminded me very much of the Raven of Red Eyes himself. The journey didn’t seem to have taken more than thirty minutes. The door on my side was opened, and two men stared at me with coldness. I crawled out, looking around. Armed men, security cameras—the place seemed to have monitoring tighter than a bank. “Move it,

The bar was empty. It was still too early for the rush, so I took the chance to approach from the side and call out for Chloe. As soon as she saw me, she ran in my direction. “Lili! Oh my God, are you okay? I sent you messages, but I got no reply.” I sighed, leaning against the counter. “Everything’s fine, but I don’t have my phone.” My friend sighed, running her hand through her short blonde hair. “You look so pale, girl. Did that witch do something, or that son of a…” “I’m okay, Chloe. Seriously. I’m just tired of this crazy routine.” Even though I felt a pang of guilt for not telling the whole truth to one of my best friends, I knew it was better that way. I was already drowning in problems; I didn’t want to drag Chloe into all of this. Not far off, I saw the manager walking through the room. He seemed desperate, searching for something, and I realized he might be looking for me. Urgency took over. “I have to go back, but I promise I’ll message you as soon as