Semua Bab Oops, I Kissed My Villain Boss : Bab 71 - Bab 80

Florence POV Back in the room, Anthony locked the door and turned to face me.“Florence.”“I know,” I cut him off. “I understand.”“No, I don’t think you do,” he said, his voice low and intense. “Today was only scouting. A walk in the park compared to what happens tonight. In there, there will be no Javier to knock over a teacup. There will be just you, and me, and a hundred men who would kill us for looking at them wrong.”“I’m ready,” I insisted, though my voice lacked conviction.He stared at me for a long, searching moment, then finally gave a curt nod. “Good. Then rest until evening. You’ll need all your strength.”We spent the afternoon in near silence. Javier stayed in the adjoining room, listening for any unusual activity outside. Anthony sat by the window, counting and re-counting the thick stacks of cash he planned to use to buy our way inside. The sheer amount of money was staggering.“You’re bringing all of that?” I asked, watching him sort the bills.“I need to look like

Florence POV The selected girls, trembling violently, struggled to their feet. The two cousins were also grabbed, the men hauling them up roughly despite their weak protests. One of the cousins began to cry in earnest but didn't dare resist. They were all marched out of the room.One of the men remained. He was older than the others, with a sharp, intelligent face and cold eyes. He closed the door and his gaze swept the room, eventually landing and staying on me.He walked over slowly, his boots echoing on the concrete. He crouched down until his face was level with mine, so close I could smell his stale breath."You," he said, his voice quiet but carrying an undeniable threat. "I don't know who you are."His eyes were like scanners, taking in every detail of my face, my clothes, my bound form."But you look familiar," he mused, tilting his head. "And that's bad for you. Very bad. Because if I think I recognize your face, and I don't… it means you're a problem. A big problem."I glar

Florence's POV I stared at the reflection in the vanity mirror and did not recognize the person looking back. The dress they had forced me into was a garish thing of silver sequins and black lace, too tight across my chest and too short on my legs. It was loud, glittering, and it felt like a costume for someone who was not me. The veil was the worst part. It was a thin, delicate black lace, but when they pinned it low over my face, it felt like a cage. Every breath I took fogged the small space between the fabric and my skin, and the world beyond it was blurred and distorted.Angel did not say a word when the two guards came to collect me. She was sitting on her cot, her own performance makeup flawless. She glanced at me once, gave a single, sharp nod that held no comfort, and then turned her face to the wall as if she could not bear to watch what happened next.Maybe I couldn’t bear it either.The two men who entered the room were large, with blank faces. They flanked me, their thic

Florence POV My chest felt too tight to breathe. “Why?”He lifted a lock of my hair that had come loose, rolling the strands slowly between his thumb and forefinger. “You walked in here small,” he said softly, almost thoughtfully. “Small and new and breakable. But now—” His gaze dragged over me, slow and unnervingly tender. “—you are in my grasp.”My breath hitched in my throat.“And I do not let go of what is mine.”My voice was a barely audible scrape. “What are you going to do to me?”Finally, he smiled. It was not a kind smile. It was not a comforting one. It was a smile that felt like a door closing and locking in a dark room.He took my limp hand in his, lifted it to his lips, and kissed my knuckles. His breath was warm against my skin as he whispered, just for me to hear:“So many things.”I swallowed hard and tried to sit up straight on his lap. My hands were shaking, but I forced them to stay still. His fingers were still resting on my cheek, and the weight of his touch made

Florence POV.The moment Anthony stepped into the doorway of the private lounge, my entire body went rigid with shock. I had already accepted, in some dark corner of my mind, that I was completely alone. That I would have to find a way out of this nightmare by myself. But then he appeared, not rushing in with guns drawn, but just standing there, calm and solid, like he had walked straight out of my desperate hope and my deepest fear at the same time.Vladimir’s hand, which was still holding mine, tightened. His grip wasn’t painful, but it was firm and unyielding. It felt less like a hold and more like a warning. His cold, gray eyes stayed fixed on Anthony for several long seconds. The room fell into a heavy silence. The guards behind Vladimir shifted their weight, their hands resting on their weapons, but they didn’t speak or move.I swallowed hard, my mouth dry. I didn’t understand what Anthony was doing. Why wasn’t he acting? Why wasn’t he running or fighting? He just stood there, e