Three Years With My Billionaire Husband의 모든 챕터: 챕터 11 - 챕터 20

They stormed into the room like they had been waiting just outside the door, like they had tracked my heartbeat instead of my footsteps. The first man pointed at me with a certainty that ripped the ground out from under me.“There she is.”My stomach dropped so violently it felt like the floor fell straight through me. I stumbled back, hitting the corner of a cabinet hard enough to knock the wind from my lungs. The men moved fast, too fast, fanning out like they had trained for this moment.I didn’t know them.I didn’t recognize their faces.But they recognized me.Every instinct in my body screamed run but my legs locked, frozen stiff and useless. My throat tightened until breathing felt like swallowing sand.The stranger stepped in front of me immediately, shielding me with his body like he had planned this, like he had rehearsed this exact move. His voice dropped low.“You have no authority in this room. This is a protected ward.”The tallest man gave him a look dripping with conte

The needle came at me so fast I didn’t even scream at first. My body reacted before my brain did. I jerked sideways and slammed into the counter so hard the shock shot up my spine. The man kept coming. His hand was steady. Too steady. The kind of steady that meant he had done this before.Adrian roared.The sound ripped through the room like something wild breaking loose from chains. He didn’t hesitate. He didn’t calculate. He lunged with the kind of force that made the air split. His shoulder hit the man full on and they crashed into a rolling cart that toppled, metal trays clanging against the floor.The syringe skidded across the tiles.I scrambled back, my breath tearing out of me in raw bursts. My heart was pounding so fast it hurt. I pressed a hand to my stomach without thinking, holding it tight like my body needed to confirm the life inside me was still there.The man in black didn’t flinch. He didn’t rush. He watched everything with an eerie calm, like the violence didn’t dis

The second his fingers closed around my ankle something inside me snapped like a live wire. I kicked so hard my heel cracked against bone. The guard grunted but didn’t let go. He dug in deeper, dragging me down each stair, my spine jarring with every pull. My palms scraped raw against the concrete as I clawed for anything to hold.“Let go,” I screamed, but it came out shredded, panicked, useless.The man in black didn’t look away from Adrian, like he trusted the guard with me the same way people trust gravity. He just kept climbing toward us with that same calm, that same awful certainty that made my lungs feel like they were drowning in heat.“You are only making this harder,” he said, not even raising his voice.I hated how steady he sounded. Like he knew I belonged in his hands already.The guard yanked again. Hard. My body slid. My head snapped back and the world blurred at the edges. My breath caught, sharp and painful. A bolt of fear slammed into me as my stomach tightened again

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN — The Blood That Should Not Have Hit the FloorThe second the blood hit the concrete I felt my entire body lock. Not freeze. Lock. Like every muscle seized at once and forgot how to move. My breath snapped short. My vision flickered white at the edges. The warm trail sliding down my thigh felt wrong, too real, too close to everything I couldn’t lose.The man in black saw it first.His face lit with something feral. Something triumphant. Something that made bile burn my throat.“She is destabilizing,” he said. “Get away from her.”He moved.Straight at me.No hesitation. No doubt. No pause.Adrian’s roar tore out of him like something animal.“Do not touch her.”He launched at the man from the side. Their bodies crashed together so hard the sound boomed down the corridor. The wall shuddered. Both of them grappled, hands locking, muscles straining, breath coming in harsh bursts.I pressed my back against the cold tile, trying to hold myself up, trying to breathe throug

My knees nearly buckled again, but this time it wasn’t the blood or the pain. It was the impossible sound of my name tearing out of a stranger’s mouth with a familiarity that felt like my ribs cracking open.My brother.He said it like a truth I should have always known.I stared at him, my lips trembling, my breath slicing in and out of me in jagged pieces. His badge glinted under the flickering light. His clothes were smeared with dust and sweat like he had run through hell to get here. His eyes were the same shape as mine.No.No, no, no.That couldn’t be real.The man in black’s expression flickered. Not fear. Just irritation. Like this was a delay and not a threat to his entire plan.“You should not be here,” he said without looking away from me.My supposed brother raised his gun higher. “Take your hand off her.”The man in black turned his head a little. “Do you have any idea who you are pointing that at.”“Yes,” my brother said. “The man who ruined our family. The man my mothe