Todos los capítulos de Doing me to the fullest : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Chapter 22: The Ghost in the Machine The drive to the outskirts of Lagos was silent, but it wasn't the cold, awkward silence of their early days. It was charged. Jade sat in the passenger seat of the armored SUV, her fingers tracing the jagged edges of the silver key Silas had sent. Beside her, Caspian drove himself, refusing to let Marcus take the wheel. He looked perfectly healthy, but there was a new intensity to him—a restlessness that suggested the serum had awakened more than just his immune system. "My father never did anything without a motive," Jade said, her voice barely a whisper against the hum of the tires. "If he sent this key now, it’s because he knew I’d be desperate. He knew I’d be backed into a corner." Caspian glanced at her, his grip tightening on the steering wheel. "He didn't account for me. He thought you’d be alone. But you have the Caspian Group’s resources now. Whatever is behind that door, we handle it as a unit." They pulled up to a weathered, ivy-co

Chapter 24: The Shattered Mirror The engine of the medical transport screamed as it tore away from the St. Jude facility, the tires hydroplaning over the slick Lagos asphalt. Inside the darkened hold, the only light came from the rhythmic, neon-blue pulse of the heart monitors. Jade sat on the floor, her back pressed against the vibrating metal wall, her eyes locked on the fire doors she had just been forced to leave behind. Every muscle in her body ached to turn back. She could still see Caspian’s silhouette through that small glass window—a lone king standing against a tide of steel. "Doctor, we’re being followed," the driver shouted over the roar of the rain. "Two black SUVs just pulled out of the service road. They aren't Caspian’s men." Jade didn't blink. She looked at her mother, who remained a statue of pale grief in the center of the rocking van. "Ignore them. Keep your foot on the gas. If they try to pit-maneuver us, ram them. We are not stopping until we hit the villa

Chapter 26: The Salt Refinery Stand-off The old salt refinery sat on the edge of the Atlantic like a skeletal beast, its rusted iron beams groaning under the weight of the midnight storm. The air was thick with the scent of brine and industrial decay, a sensory assault that mirrored the chaos inside Jade’s heart. She stepped out of the black sedan, the wind whipping her hair across her face in stinging lashes, but her hand remained steady as she gripped the small, pressurized medical case. She walked into the main hall, her heels clicking a sharp, lonely rhythm against the salt-crusted concrete. The space was cavernous, lit only by a few flickering floodlights that cast long, distorted shadows against the vats. In the center, spotlighted by a single hanging bulb, sat Caspian. He was still bound to the steel chair, his chest rising and falling in shallow, pained breaths. He looked broken, but as his head lifted, his gray eyes found hers with a piercing clarity that told her he wasn'

Chapter 28: The Glass Throne The grand ballroom of the Caspian Intercontinental was a sea of flashing lights and aggressive murmuring. Journalists from every major global network had squeezed into the room, their lenses trained on the empty mahogany podium like high-caliber rifles. This wasn't just a corporate update; it was a post-war briefing for a city that had spent the night watching the Sterling legacy burn on the horizon. Behind the heavy velvet curtain, Jade stood perfectly still. She was dressed in a suit of sharp, ivory silk—the color of a new beginning, but cut with the surgical precision of a blade. Beside her, Caspian adjusted the cuff of his sleeve, his presence grounding her. The heat radiating from his body was a constant reminder of the serum pulsing through his veins, the very thing that had bound their fates together. "They’re going to ask about Silas," Caspian warned softly. "And they’re going to ask how a 'contract wife' became the savior of the medical world

Chapter 30: The Alchemy of Deception The secondary lab was a subterranean relic, hidden beneath the dust and decaying parchment of the Old Lagos Central Library. It was a brutalist vault of concrete and copper, designed by Caspian’s father during the civil unrest of the late nineties. There were no panoramic windows here, no sleek glass partitions—only the hum of a backup generator and the scent of ozone. Jade stood over a portable terminal, her fingers flying across the keys with a frantic, rhythmic speed. The ivory silk of her suit was now smudged with oil and carbon dust, but she didn't feel the cold or the fatigue. She was back in her element: the digital and the chemical, the only two worlds she could truly control. "How much time?" Caspian asked, pacing the narrow space behind her. He had discarded his shirt for a tactical compression vest, the golden veins of the serum glowing faintly beneath his skin like a map of a hidden empire. "The Vanguard firewall is like a fortre