Semua Bab Loving The Wrong Billionaire: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Adrian's pov The moment the door burst open, my instincts kicked in before my brain even registered the threat. The shadowed figure stepped inside, movements precise, confident, dangerous. My hand went to the concealed weapon at my side, but I didn’t draw it yet. Not until I assessed the situation.Clara pressed against me instinctively, hands clutching my shirt, and I felt the tremor in her body. That fear… I hated it. Hated that someone could put her like this. Hated that I hadn’t been able to prevent it sooner.“Stay behind me,” I said, my voice calm but firm.Her lips parted as if to protest, but she didn’t. She trusted me. And that trust gave me focus, a clarity that sliced through the panic in the room.The intruder’s eyes glinted from behind a dark mask, but I could see the calculated confidence in every movement. He—or she—was trained. Professional. Dangerous. And they had one goal: to get to us.I moved slowly, deliberately, blocking Clara behind me as I took a step forward.

Clara's povThe room spun around me. Everything felt heavy, suffocating. Two intruders, one of them trained, precise, their movements sharp like they had done this before. And Adrian… Adrian was in front of me, tense, every muscle coiled like a spring, his jaw tight, his eyes dangerous.I pressed myself against him instinctively, hands clutching his jacket as if that alone could protect me from the chaos. My heartbeat thundered in my ears. My chest felt trapped under a vise. Every instinct screamed: run. But where could I run? We were already cornered.“Clara,” Adrian said, his voice low and sharp, and I felt the vibration of it in my chest. “Stay behind me. Don’t move.”I nodded, but my fingers wouldn’t stop trembling. The intruders circled slowly, like predators, testing, waiting for us to make a mistake. My mind spun. Panic clawed at me, desperate to pull me under.“What do they want?” I whispered, voice shaking.Adrian didn’t answer. He never took his eyes off them. Every movement

Clara's pov The room was dark, lit only by the glow of the monitors. Shadows stretched across the walls like creeping fingers. Every noise felt amplified: the faint hum of the computers, the soft shuffle of Adrian moving behind me, the low beep of alerts. My hands were trembling, not from fear this time, but from anticipation. From the knowledge that we weren’t just waiting anymore. We were about to act.I swallowed hard and glanced at Adrian. He stood close, shoulders squared, eyes sharp and focused on the monitors. His presence was steadying, grounding. Just being near him made the chaos inside me quiet down—just slightly. But I could feel the tension radiating off him, and I knew he wasn’t hiding anything from me. Not tonight.“They’re close,” Adrian said, his voice low, calm but deadly. I could feel the weight in his words, the kind of weight that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.I tried to steady my breathing. “How close?” I asked, voice small, barely above a

Clara's pov The night outside pressed against the windows, heavy and dark, like it was waiting, breathing, watching. I could hear every faint sound: the hum of the security system, Adrian’s quiet footsteps, my own pulse pounding in my ears. Nothing else existed. Not the world outside. Not the past. Only the present. Only the danger.Adrian moved with that tight, controlled precision I had learned to read over the past weeks. Every step, every glance, every motion was calculated. He wasn’t just waiting for them—he was planning. Anticipating. Calculating. Protecting.I followed him silently, clutching the pistol in my hands, fingers trembling but steady. My breathing was controlled now, slow, steady. Fear was still there, sharp and raw, but it no longer ruled me. It was a tool. A warning. A guide.“We have to move fast,” Adrian said quietly, eyes on the monitors. “They’re probing the perimeter again. They’ve split up.”I swallowed, nodding. “Then we—then we strike first?”He didn’t ans

Clara's pov The night was heavy with tension. Every shadow seemed to hide a threat, every sound made me flinch. My heart pounded in my chest like a drum, each beat a warning that we weren’t safe—not even for a second. The room was dimly lit, monitors casting pale light across the walls, and Adrian moved like a predator, controlled, precise, his focus razor-sharp.I stayed close behind him, pistol in hand, fingers trembling slightly but steady enough to act if needed. Fear was still there, biting at the edges of my mind, but it was tempered by focus. Survival instincts, trained over the last few weeks, had taken over. I had learned quickly. I had to. There was no room for mistakes. Not tonight.Adrian didn’t speak much. He didn’t need to. His presence alone was grounding, a steady force against the chaos threatening to pull me under. But I could see the tension in his jaw, the flex of his hands, the way his eyes flicked constantly across the monitors. He was alert, calculating, ready