บททั้งหมดของ The Ceo's possession: claiming his chaos: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

The bullet shattered the window above them, spraying glass everywhere. Lucas reacted instantly. He lunged forward, slamming his weight into Ariana to push her flat against the floor. "Stay down!" Lucas yelled. The wind screamed through the broken glass. The room smelled of smoke and gunpowder. Ariana’s heart hammered in her chest. "Lucas, what is happening?" she gasped, her face pressed against the rug. "They’re inside the house," Lucas said. His voice was cold and dangerous. He didn't look at her; his eyes were locked on the bedroom door. He pulled a handgun from a hidden spot under the bed. "Trevor! Where are they?" "Two at the gate, three on the porch!" Trevor’s voice shouted from the hallway. "They have heavy gear, Lucas! This isn't just a few guys; it's a whole team!" "Get to the kitchen! Block them there!" Lucas commanded. He grabbed Ariana’s arm and pulled her up. He kept his body in front of hers like a shield. He moved fast, dragging her toward the door. "Lucas, you’r

The hospital room was filled with the sharp, clean scent of antiseptic and the rhythmic beep... beep... beep of the heart monitor. Ariana felt the heavy fog of sleep lifting. Her side throbbed with a dull, pulsing ache, but the warmth on her hand kept her grounded. She opened her eyes, blinking against the bright morning light. Lucas was there. He wasn't the "the cold heartless" ice king "right now. He was sitting in a chair pulled close to her bed, his head resting near her hand. He looked exhausted. His expensive white shirt was wrinkled, his tie was gone, and his jaw was dark with stubble. He was asleep, but even in rest, his hand was clamped firmly over hers, as if he were afraid she would vanish if he let go. Ariana watched him for a long minute. This was the man who had shielded her with his own body in a hail of bullets. The man who had stayed by her side while the world froze outside. For the first time, the "contract" between them felt like more than just paper.It felt

The morning sun filtered through the blinds of the private recovery wing, casting long, thin shadows across the floor. Ariana leaned back into the soft pillows, the rhythmic beep-beep-beep of the heart monitor the only thing grounding her to reality. The room was beginning to feel less like a sterile cell; the sharp scent of antiseptic had been replaced by the heavy fragrance of lilies and the rich aroma of chocolates her father had brought in the day before. In the corner, her parents were talking in hushed, cheerful tones. For a moment, the nightmare of the mountain cabin, the sound of shattering glass, and the cold bite of a bullet felt like another life. "You need to eat something, sweetheart," her mother said, reaching for a piece of fruit. "You’re still too pale." "I’m fine, Mom. Just tired," Ariana replied, though her eyes kept darting to the door. The click of the latch made her jump. The door swung open, and Julian Hale strolled in. He was Lucas’s distant cousin, a man wh

The black SUV screeched to a halt on the gravel driveway of the Hill mansion late that night. Lucas didn't wait for the guards; he stepped out before the engine even fully cut, his coat billowing in the wind. He headed straight for the library. Inside, the room was quiet, lit only by the blue glow of a laptop. Ariana was fast asleep on the mahogany desk, her head resting on her arms. Her breathing was slow and rhythmic. She had waited for him until she simply couldn't stay awake anymore. Lucas stood over her, his cold anger melting for a moment. He walked over, his footsteps silent on the carpet. He noticed the recording she had made was gone—deleted. Someone had been in his house. His jaw tightened, but as he looked back at Ariana, his expression softened into something unrecognizable. He felt a strange pull in his chest. "Stubborn girl," he whispered. He leaned down and lifted her gently. Ariana stirred, a small frown marring her forehead. She murmured something and instinctivel

The armored sedan lurched violently as another heavy SUV slammed into the passenger side. Glass from the reinforced windows spider-webbed, cracking under the pressure, but it held. Lucas didn't waste a single second. He pulled his gun, his eyes turning cold and focused. "Lucas!" Ariana screamed as the car swerved wildly across the lanes. "Stay down!" Lucas barked. "Get on the floor. Now!" He lowered the window just an inch. Pop-pop-pop. He fired three quick, precise shots into the lead SUV’s front tire. The vehicle veered off instantly, sparks flying against the asphalt as it hit the rim, but two more reinforced vehicles took its place. These weren't street thugs; they were driving in a tactical formation, attempting to box in and trap the sedan. "They aren't shooting at us," Ariana gasped from the floor, her heart hammering against her ribs. "They’re trying to squeeze us. They want us alive!" "They won't get the chance," Lucas hissed. He grabbed the radio on the console. "Team A