Semua Bab Sold To The Billionaire (English): Bab 121 - Bab 130

"You can put me down now, Knight," she said, her cheeks slightly flushed."Yes, baby! From now on, you'll be the boss, and I'm gladly and willingly to obey," Knight said. His wide smile slowly faded. He gently lowered Eleanor without taking his eyes off hers.As Eleanor's feet were carefully placed back on the floor, "Eleanor..." Knight uttered.Eleanor swallowed, waiting for what Knight would say next."Eleanor, I love you," Knight said softly and tenderly, three words that finally escaped his lips.Words that he didn't understand at first—he never thought he would feel them. The pounding in his chest every time he was with Eleanor. The annoyance when she was far from him—the jealousy he tried to endure.Something that he was afraid to tell himself before—but here he was now. Wholeheartedly declaring those two words to Eleanor.Words that Eleanor heard for the first time from Knight, a tickle in her ear, like music dancing to the rhythm of her heart.With everything that happened, wi

"Advance congratulations, by the way..." she heard the driver say. Her eyes widened; the driver's back was facing her and she was wearing a flap hat, so Eleanor didn't immediately notice it was a woman.She heard her laugh slightly, which made her nervousness intensify—pure dread and fear."H-Heyla?" she stuttered. Terror engulfed her entire being. She was trembling, and her hair stood on end.How could Heyla be here? As far as she knew, Heyla was wanted? And where was her driver? Why was she here, and most importantly, what was her plan?Heyla laughed again, louder—Eleanor paled slightly because of it. She knew Heyla was planning something terrible—a real psycho.Heyla briefly turned to her, "...I'm sorry, bitch. But I am going to be Knight's bride today. Not you!" she said. It was then that Eleanor noticed a gown laid out on the front seat, exactly like hers."You're crazy, Heyla!" she forced out, despite the fear visible in her eyes.Heyla just smirked, returning her focus to drivi

"Niro!" Eleanor screamed, realizing that Niro was not Heyla's accomplice, which completely erased her doubt."Wow! Concerned?" Heyla said, laughing, and pointed the gun at her.Fear climbed up Eleanor's chest; the terror she felt for Heyla was evident on her face.Heyla truly was insane."Put your gun away from her, Heyla!" Niro snapped, holding his jaw which was throbbing from the gun's impact. He was about to reach for the compartment, but Heyla's accomplice pressed the muzzle of his gun against Niro's temple.Niro raised both his hands. He was about to save Eleanor, but it seemed like it would be difficult."Get in the back!" the accomplice ordered. Niro didn't argue; he slowly got out while the man didn't move the gun from his temple.Eleanor swallowed, what were they going to do to Niro? She was extremely nervous. So terrified."Move to the back!" the accomplice commanded. Niro gave him a look of pain before opening the back door. "You, move over!" Heyla ordered Eleanor.Eleanor

"Stop. This. Heyla!" Niro said emphatically. His confidence was returning because they finally had a way to fight back.Heyla just looked into his eyes, a devilish smile slowly curving on her lips—as if she wasn't intimidated by Niro, even though he was now holding a gun."Oh... I'm not afraid, Niro!"The driver glanced back, and with one hand, he pointed his gun at Eleanor, momentarily shifting his focus—flitting between the road and Eleanor."I'll make sure I succeed today, Niro!" Heyla stated."Lower your gun, or this woman will die first," the driver said, anxious as he shifted his focus repeatedly.The gun was within Eleanor's reach, so despite her fear, she bravely attempted to grab it."Puta (Bitch)!" the driver cursed in surprise.The driver was forced to turn his full attention to Eleanor. Eleanor was weaker compared to the man, but due to their cramped position, he found it difficult to fight her off."Hey! Eleanor!" Niro also shouted in surprise, not expecting Eleanor to do

"God, please..." Glythe's sobs intensified, she could barely breathe. She fiercely bit her lip, holding back the words she wanted to scream. In front of her, inside the moving ambulance, she could hardly see Knight for all the movement. The wail of the siren blended with every frantic action inside.The rescuer, drenched in sweat, continued to press relentlessly on Knight's chest—fast, deep chest compressions. Each forceful thrust felt like it was trying to bring a rhythm back to her own heart, while the ambulance horned and swerved.Another EMT was busy pumping the bag valve mask over Knight's mouth, forcing air in with every push—Glythe held onto hope."Clear!" the rescuer shouted, signaling to another EMT to prepare the defibrillator paddles. The small space grew even smaller with the speed of their movements."Charge to 200!" he commanded, his voice clearly urgent—they were racing for his life. Glythe heard a loud "zzzt" before feeling a slight jolt in the ambulance as the paddles