Library

Search

Home / Romance / Married to my bodyguard / Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

All Chapters of Married to my bodyguard : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

75 Chapters

Chapter 51

I wake to the smell of smoke curling into my lungs, sharp and acrid, nothing like the lazy woodsmoke from a fireplace. This is gasoline and old timber and intent.My eyes fly open. The room is dark, the power dead, but an orange glow pulses under the bedroom door like a heartbeat.“Cole,” I breathe.He’s already out of bed, naked and lethal, gun in hand before I’ve even pushed the sheet aside. Moonlight through the window cuts across the hard lines of his body—the bandage still taped high on his ribs, the faint bruises fading along his side. He moves to the door without a sound and listens.“Get dressed,” he says, voice low. “Fast.”I scramble into yesterday’s jeans and hoodie, fingers clumsy with adrenaline. Smoke seeps under the door now, thick enough to taste.He cracks the door. Heat rolls in, fierce and hungry. The hallway is an inferno—flames racing up the walls, devouring everything we touched last night.“They found us,” I say.His jaw locks. “Back exit.”We run barefoot down

Last Updated : 2025-12-19

Chapter 52

The sea is restless tonight, black waves slapping the hull of the small boat as we cut through the darkness. Salt spray stings my face, but I don’t move from the railing. I need the cold to keep me sharp. Cole handles the wheel with steady hands, hood up, profile carved in moonlight. He hasn’t spoken in over an hour. Not since we left Luke’s dock in the pre-dawn gray, not since he pressed a hard, brief kiss to my mouth and told me to trust him one more time. I do. God help me, I do. “How much farther?” I call over the engine. He glances back, eyes unreadable. “Fifteen.” “That’s what you said fifteen minutes ago.” This time he smiles, small and real. “Almost there.” The engine throttles down. The boat drifts forward on momentum until a jagged silhouette rises from the water—cliffs, dense trees, no lights, no life. Just rock and shadow. Cole kills the engine completely. Silence rushes in, broken only by waves against stone. “This is it,” he says. I stare at the isl

Last Updated : 2025-12-20

Chapter 53

I wake to cold sheets and the hollow echo of waves. The cot is too narrow for one person now that I know what it feels like to share it. My hand slides across the mattress, searching for the heat that was pressed against my back all night, but there’s nothing. Just the faint indent where his body had been. Panic spikes sharp and immediate. “Cole?” Silence answers. I’m on my feet before I’m fully awake, pulling on my jacket over the thin tank I slept in. The concrete floor is icy under bare feet as I move through the bunker. Morning light filters weakly through high slits in the walls, turning everything pale gold. I find him outside, on the rocky outcrop behind the base. He’s shirtless despite the chill, sweat gleaming on his skin as he moves through a brutal routine—punches snapping through empty air, footwork precise and deadly. Every strike is controlled violence, muscles coiling and releasing like he’s trying to beat something out of himself. I stop in the doorway and wat

Last Updated : 2025-12-21

Chapter 54

The morning sun filters through the narrow slits in the bunker walls, turning the cold concrete into something almost warm. I stretch out on the cot, my body still aching in the best way from last night, but my mind is already racing ahead. Cole’s side of the bed is empty again, but this time I don’t panic. I can hear him moving around in the main room—soft footsteps, the clink of metal. Probably checking supplies or whatever else he does to keep his hands busy when his head is too full. I swing my legs over the edge and pad barefoot across the floor. The air smells like salt and stale coffee; he must have boiled some water on that ancient stove. When I round the corner, there he is, leaning against the table with a mug in hand, staring at one of those faded maps like it holds the secrets to the universe. “Morning,” I say, keeping my voice light. He looks up, and for a second, his eyes soften in that way that makes my stomach flip. “Hey. Coffee’s hot if you want some.” I pour mys

Last Updated : 2025-12-22

Chapter 55

The bunker feels smaller at night, like the concrete walls are closing in just a little. I’m curled up on the cot, listening to the distant crash of waves outside, but my eyes are on Cole. He’s finally asleep beside me, one arm thrown over my waist like he’s afraid I’ll disappear. It’s been a long day—gearing up, waiting for Luke’s next update, trading stories to pass the time. But now, in the quiet, I can see the tension he carries even in sleep. His brow furrows, and every so often, his fingers twitch against my skin. I trace a light circle on his forearm, hoping it’ll ease whatever’s brewing in his head. “Sleep tight,” I whisper, though I know he can’t hear me. It starts small. A murmur, too low to make out. Then his body jerks, just once, like he’s dodging something invisible. I sit up slowly, not wanting to startle him. “Cole?” My voice is soft, barely above the hum of the old generator. He doesn’t wake. Instead, he mutters again—“Incoming”—and his grip on me tightens, almos

Last Updated : 2025-12-23

Chapter 56

I notice it by accident.That’s the worst part.Cole is standing near the sink, shirt off, towel slung low around his hips, water still dripping from his hair onto his shoulders. The island base doesn’t have luxury—cold tiles, flickering lights, rusted mirrors—but somehow he makes it feel smaller, warmer, like the space bends around him.“You’re staring,” he says without turning, voice calm, confident. Strong.“Can you blame me?” I reply lightly, leaning against the doorway. “You nearly died twice for me. I’m allowed to appreciate the view.”A faint smile curves his mouth in the mirror.He reaches for his shirt, and that’s when I see it.Just below his left shoulder blade. Partially hidden. Dark ink against scarred skin.My breath catches.“Cole,” I say slowly. “Don’t move.”He freezes.That alone tells me everything.I step closer, heart starting to pound. “What’s that on your back?”He exhales through his nose. “Nothing.”“That’s not nothing.”He turns slightly, trying to angle away

Last Updated : 2026-01-05

Chapter 57

The tattoo doesn’t leave my mind. Even when Cole is standing right in front of me, solid and real and breathing, all I can see is that symbol burned into his skin like a brand I was never supposed to recognize. We’re in the safehouse kitchen. Morning light slips through the cracked window, cutting across the counter between us like a line neither of us knows how to cross. “You’re staring again,” he says quietly. “This time I have a reason.” He nods once, slow. “Then ask.” I cross my arms, trying to steady myself. “How long.” “How long what?” “How long you worked for my father.” He doesn’t look away. That matters. “Five years,” he answers. The honesty knocks the air out of me more than a lie would have. “Five years,” I repeat. “While I was going to charity galas and smiling for cameras.” “Yes.” “And you never once thought to tell me?” “No,” he says firmly. “Because you weren’t part of that world.” “You made sure of that.” “I protected you from it,” he counters. “There

Last Updated : 2026-01-06

Chapter 58

I don’t plan it. That’s what I tell myself while I lie awake beside him, counting his breaths like they’re seconds I’m stealing. Cole sleeps on his back tonight, one arm bent above his head, the other resting dangerously close to me, like even unconscious he knows where I am. The island base hums quietly around us. Generators. Wind. The sea, always the sea. I turn my head and look at him. He looks younger when he sleeps. Less carved out of steel and scars. His lashes cast shadows on his cheeks, his mouth relaxed in a way I’ve never seen when he’s awake. This is the man I’m leaving behind, not the soldier, not the weapon—this quiet version that feels like a secret meant only for me. My chest tightens. “Don’t,” I whisper to myself. He stirs, brow furrowing slightly, and my heart jumps into my throat. I freeze, barely breathing, watching until his face smooths again. I should wake him. I should tell him I need time. Space. Answers I’m still too afraid to hear. But i

Last Updated : 2026-01-07

chapter 59

I don’t make it to the city. That realization comes too late, right when instinct screams and my body freezes half a second slower than it should. The road curves along the cliffs, narrow and empty, moonlight glinting off the water below like shattered glass. I’ve been walking for nearly an hour, replaying Cole’s voice in my head, when headlights flare behind me. Too close. Too sudden. I step off the road instinctively, heart racing, but the engine cuts and a door slams before I can move again. “Miss Blake,” a man says calmly. “You shouldn’t walk alone at night.” My stomach drops. I turn, already backing away. “I’m fine. I don’t need help.” He smiles, slow and polite, the kind that never reaches the eyes. “Your father disagrees.” I pivot, adrenaline flooding my veins, but another figure steps out from the shadows ahead of me. Then another. Three men. Coordinated. Calm. This isn’t random. I spin back toward the cliffside, calculating distance, chances—too far,

Last Updated : 2026-01-08

Chapter 60

I wake to pain. Not sharp. Not screaming. Dull. Throbbing. The kind that reminds you you’re still alive whether you want to be or not. My wrists are tied behind my back again, this time with zip ties biting into skin. I’m seated on the floor, back against cold concrete. The room is dim, lit by a single hanging bulb that sways slightly, like it’s bored of watching me breathe. I blink, forcing my vision to focus. This isn’t the warehouse. This place is deeper. Heavier. Walls reinforced. No windows. No sound of waves. A compound. “Good,” a voice says from somewhere behind me. “You’re awake.” I don’t turn. “You’re bad at hospitality.” A chuckle. “You always had a mouth.” My father steps into my line of sight, immaculate as ever. Suit pressed. Shoes polished. Like he didn’t just have me drugged and dragged across half the coast. “Where is he?” I demand. “Straight to the point,” he says mildly. “Still emotional.” “If you hurt him—” He lifts a hand. “Cole Maddox is alive. For

Last Updated : 2026-01-09

PREV

...

NEXT

SCAN CODE TO READ ON APP

DMCA.com Protection Status