Todos los capítulos de The Billonaire’s Coded Obsession : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

LAYLA’S POV As I stared at the glow of my old, tired laptop screen , I couldn’t help thinking that if it had a mouth, it would’ve told me, “Get a new one. I’m tired.” But that didn’t matter,something different mattered.The thought that sent a cold shiver rushing through my veins. I had to do this. I had no choice. If I didn’t, Anna would die. I had exhausted every opportunity, every favor, every resource trying to cure the rare genetic disorder she had developed. Genetriasis. A word that tasted like grief.We had been rejected by every hospital. Even researchers would look at ;us two worn-out sisters with fading hope—and say there was no cure for the rarest genetic disorder they had ever seen. They always said it gently, as if kindness could soften the blow, but it never did. It only made the pain sharper.I had to do this. For Anna. For the helpless mother I had lost to the same disorder. For me.I had watched the most beautiful, brilliant, hardworking woman—the vibrant hacker and

Layla’s POVHis eyes didn’t leave mine. Not for a second.If he recognized me, he didn’t show it.If he remembered my voice, my face, the ghost of that night,he hid it too well.But something in the way he looked at me… shifted.Deepened.Like he was matching the pieces of a puzzle he’d been trying to solve for years.He leaned in just slightly,close enough that his breath brushed the side of my cheek, warm, steady, unbothered by the chaos inside me.“You keep flinching,” he murmured. “Like you’re waiting for something to jump out and destroy you.”I swallowed hard. “Maybe I am.”“Then you should know,” he said softly, dangerously, “I’m not the thing you should be afraid of.”The room seemed to pulse around us, the music dull and distant. His knee pressed a little more firmly against mine. His presence felt like a hand around my pulse; steady, claiming, impossible to ignore.I forced myself to breathe.“I didn’t ask for company,” I said.“But you didn’t ask me to leave,” he countered.

For one heartbeat I thought Aegis had found LyX burning a hole in my pocket and everything was finished but Micheal didn’t flinch.He caught my wrist in one smooth, unbreakable grip, yanked me against his chest.“Don’t,” he said, low and lethal, his lips brushing my ear. “Move.”His other hand was already moving, thumb flying across his phone. My panic spiked ;police, cuffs, prison.But the red washed away with a single silent command. Golden city light flooded back in.The danger didn’t leave the room It transferred.From the screens straight into the space between our bodies.He dropped the phone which accidentally hit the marble floor and cracked but that was the least he could worry about.His eyes locked on mine, black and blazing.He dragged me so close I felt the thunder of his heartbeat through his shirt, turned me, tied my hands with the silk tie lying on the sofa.Memory slammed into me.I was sixteen.He was older .One stolen night in his childhood bedroom while the house slep

LAYLA’S POV A single detail sat out of alignment. A small shift in the room.Something he left behind.Something meant for me. Right there on the table was a bouquet of pink roses dusted with glitter. Pink;he remembered. It had always been my favorite. Seeing even bigger hit me in the chest, soft and painful at the same time. Shoved inside the roses was a note and a box. I swear my face lit up before I could stop it, smiling like some lovesick idiot. My heart flipped in my chest. The note read: “Ten years ago you left before I could wake up without a goodbye. God knows how I’ve longed for this revenge, only that mine is not a goodbye. See you after work, my Lay.” My Lay. Was he already claiming me like he had no competition? The tone of it, the confidence of it, the way it reached right into the past and dragged old feelings to the surface;I felt every word. And damn it, butterflies erupted in my stomach as I whispered the note aloud. Inside the box was the cutest R

LAYLA’S POVThe moment the door clicked shut behind James, the air in my apartment shifted—sharp, cold and wrong. The man in black didn’t move. He stood exactly where he had been like the night at the club, like a shadow that had followed me home.Fear crawled up my spine.“Who are you,Stay away from my Sister?” My voice came out louder than I intended, shaky but stern, anger and panic mixing in one unstable breath.He didn’t flinch. If anything, he looked bored.“You might want to lower your voice,” he warned, tone flat and cold. “This building has too many ears.”I immediately felt my throat tighten. I wasn’t safe. Not even here.Then he stepped closer, slow and controlled, like someone who knew I had nowhere else to run.“I know what you did,” he said, eyes locked on mine with terrifying calm. “I know about your little late-night activities at Gentrix Solutions’ secure server.”My heart dropped.I froze. The trace.The one I thought I had erased.The one I prayed had disappeared in