Lahat ng Kabanata ng My heart surrendered to the Boss: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

The door suddenly opened again. I didn’t bother to get up, just turned my face toward the bright light coming from the hallway. With his hands in his pockets, Harry entered the room, looking at me with complete contempt in his eyes. The scar on his eyebrow stood out in the dim light of the VIP room. He glanced around, as if ensuring no one else was there with me. “The Boss has a few more matters to handle tonight, but he sent a message,” I stood up, adjusting my clothes in an attempt to shift my thoughts from what had happened minutes ago. “You’re to leave here immediately, return to the mansion, and wait for the Boss in the room. Understood?” I clenched my hands together, suppressing the frustration of being unable to refuse that order. “Understood, sir,” I replied, lowering my head. I heard Harry snort and lifted my eyes. “The only one you should address like that is the Boss.” That left me confused, as I thought everyone in his crew deserved maximum respect, bein

My heart was pounding, an epic battle raging within me between my rational side and my emotional side. Guess which one was winning. The emotional side was taking the lead. Even that strange man, injured by Cassian at the club, stirred the nurse inside me. I nearly caused my own death by trying to help him. Cassian, as wild and provocative as he was, hadn’t harmed me… at least not in the sense of hurting or forcing me into anything, limiting himself to those occasional kisses. With tentative steps, I approached the bathroom door again, pressing my back against the wall beside it. The faint steam escaped through the crack, carrying the fresh scent of soap outward. I bit my lip, taking a deep breath. “When you come out, I can tend to your wounds.” There was no response. I waited a bit longer, glancing at the door until my curiosity got the better of me, and I extended my hand, ready to open it again, fully aware of what awaited on the other side. With a thud, the door swu

The footsteps seemed to fade gradually, but it didn’t take long for other sounds to become audible. A low sob. A stifled groan. The drip of something liquid. I was in a panic, my legs frozen, unsure of what to do. Cassian had been clear: I wasn’t to leave my room that night. I was ready to pretend I’d never witnessed anything when Maurice’s voice echoed down the corridor, as if he were standing right outside my door. “I’ll order the cleanup as soon as the master finishes his business,” he said in a disturbingly monotone tone. “Forget it. I’ll send the newbies to clean up,” came Harry’s voice. “It’s good for them to get used to it, and the Boss seems especially pissed tonight, which means this could take a while. Feel free to head back to your room.” “If that’s the case, have a good night, lieutenant.” Once again, I had to cover my mouth to stifle any sound. Only when the footsteps vanished from the corridor did I relax slightly. “What’s happening in this

The knocks suddenly stopped. The silence stretched on as I held my breath. A labored breathing echoed from outside. Terror swelled inside me, my hands trembled, and I squeezed my eyes shut, willing with all my might for whoever was on the other side of the door to give up and leave. The breathing ceased, and the footsteps began to fade slowly. I exhaled, gasping for air, my heart pounding in my chest. Even knowing no one was left in the corridor, I waited before moving the furniture back to its original places. I considered opening the door for a look, but quickly lost my nerve. I’d seen enough that night. Before lying down, I positioned a chair against the door. It wouldn’t stop anyone from entering, but it would serve as an obstacle and alert me with the sound of wood scraping the floor. I managed to sleep with great difficulty, but it wasn’t a peaceful rest. Images and sounds replayed in my mind, the metallic scent of blood making me nauseous and dizzy. I woke several

In that cramped space, Cassian’s presence was suffocating. His perfume filled the back of the car, stirring a conflict of emotions within me. Blood was everywhere; his dark shirt clung to his body, soaked through. There was nothing I could use to stop the bleeding, so I had to improvise until we reached a properly equipped hospital. Having had practical classes, several techniques were fresh in my mind. The first thing I needed to do was assess his wounds up close. I swallowed hard, my hands trembling as the car weaved swiftly through London’s traffic. I had no idea where we were headed, but I couldn’t just sit there doing nothing. It wasn’t just my professional side speaking, but my survival instinct too. The thought that I could prove useful, that treating Cassian properly in this situation might earn me points toward securing my freedom, fueled my resolve. I bit my lip hard, trying to push away the fear still coursing through my body. I needed to keep my mind clear