All Chapters of My billionaire driver : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The Room with No NameDarkness.Not just the kind that fills a room when the lights are out, no, this one lived in the corners. It pulsed. It breathed.Ariana stirred.The cold floor pressed against her cheek. Her arms... her wrists burned. Rope. She was bound. Hands tied behind her back, her legs shackled at the ankles. Something tight and metallic dug into her skin.Her lashes fluttered open.Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, one of them flickering sporadically, casting her surroundings in jittery flashes of white. The room was grey, bare concrete walls stained with what looked like age… or something worse. There were no windows. Just a metal door bolted shut.She blinked, tried to move, and hissed in pain. Her head throbbed like it had been split open. The taste of smoke still clung to the back of her throat. Her chest tightened as memory returned in fractured flashesThe lab.The explosion.Liam’s voice.“Liam…” she whispered, throat raw. “Liam—?”No answer. Only the buzzing lig

Liam was done playing nice.His knuckles were scraped, his ribs ached like hell, and the bastard had taken everything. Not just his gear… but Ariana. The only person who’d made him feel human again. And now, whoever was behind this had made one mistake:They didn’t kill him.He stood in front of the bathroom mirror of the dingy replacement hotel room, his hoodie hanging off his shoulder, torso bandaged with gauze he’d taped on himself. The bruises had started to form, dark and angry across his side, but he didn’t flinch.Pain wasn’t new.But rage?This was personal.He reached into the duffel bag he'd just replaced and pulled out what he needed:A slim custom knife.A tracker, already blinking faintly.His black tactical watch synced to the backup grid his father’s men had quietly reactivated.And… the pistol he had tucked into the waistband of his jeans.Liam clipped on the knife holster to his ankle, then tied back his curls with a tight band, the way he always did when things were

The car ride was silent.Ariana curled in the back seat,while Liam drove her body wrapped in his jacket, her mind still spinning from the events of the night. The smell of smoke clung to his skin. Her skin. Her soul. Her body ached in places she couldn’t explain, and her heart hadn’t stopped racing since the moment that man called Liam, Logan.He hadn't said a word since they left the underground building.Neither had she.He drove her straight to the private hospital he trusted, somewhere away from the city noise,clean, white walls, silence, safety.An hour later, she was lying on a firm hospital bed in a private suite. A drip fed into her vein, and the sting of disinfectant still clung to the cuts and burns on her body. She was cleaned up, bandaged, examined. The doctors said she was lucky — no major injuries, just exhaustion, minor bruises, and psychological trauma.Liam sat beside her.Elbows on his knees, hands locked together, his jaw tight like he was biting back a thousand thi

Ariana was still holding the folder her name printed boldly across the last page when a soft knock startled her.She froze.Quickly, she shoved the file back under the couch, heart pounding.“Ariana?” Liam’s voice came from the other side of the door. Calm. Low. Familiar.Too familiar.She inhaled deeply, forcing her pulse to slow, and walked to the door. When she opened it, he was standing there, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a paper bag.“I got food,” he said, lifting it slightly. “But first, you should call your dad.”She blinked.“My dad?”“It’s been two days,” he said gently. “He’s probably wondering why you’ve gone quiet.”Her heart skipped.Two days.Two whole days of being drugged, chained, and nearly blown apart. And her father didn’t even know.She forced a smile and nodded. “Yeah. You’re right.”He stepped aside and let her move past him, toward the bed where she picked up her phone. Liam sat across from her, silent, letting her have this moment.She dialed.It

The room was quiet.The kind of quiet that only came after a storm of passion,where bodies had crashed, hearts had bled open, and two souls had clung to each other like lifelines.Ariana lay still, her head on Liam’s bare chest, listening to the slow, steady beat of his heart. His arm wrapped around her, fingers moving in slow, lazy circles against her skin, tracing patterns only he understood.The air was thick with heat and the soft scent of sweat and skin.Liam’s breath was warm against her temple. “You okay?” he asked quietly, his voice hoarse from earlier whispers and groans that still echoed between the sheets.She nodded slowly, her fingers splayed across his chest. “Yeah.”He tilted his head to look down at her. “Did I hurt you?”“No,” she whispered. “It wasn’t like that. It was… it was good.”His lips curved slightly, but there was a seriousness in his eyes. “Just good?”She smirked. “Okay. Amazing. Are you happy now?”He chuckled softly, the sound rumbling beneath her cheek.