บททั้งหมดของ ALHPA ABRAM: And the four daughter: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Chapter 2: The Gilded CageThe elevator doors opened with a soft ding. Elara stepped out into a massive penthouse of white marble and glass. It was beautiful, sure, but it felt like a tomb.She walked onto a thick rug, her bare toes sinking into the soft fabric. Everything in this place looked like it cost a fortune. It didn't just look expensive; it looked like the kind of place where someone bought and sold people."Don't get too comfy."Elara jumped. A guy was standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows, his silhouette blocking the city lights. Vane. She’d heard of him—Abram’s Enforcer. He was leaner than Abram, built for speed, with the dead eyes of a shark."The last girl thought the views were for her," Vane said, stepping into the light. He leaned against a pillar, his hand resting on the holster at his hip. "She tried to open a window once. They don't open, Elara. Not even for air. You breathe what the Master tells you to breathe."Elara’s chest tightened. She walked to the glass

Chapter 4: The LieThe leather folder felt heavy in my hands. I should’ve just put it back. I should’ve kept believing the lie. But there was a photo peeking out from the back, and I couldn't stop myself.I pulled it out. My stomach dropped.It was John. He wasn’t in some other city living large on fifty grand. He was lying in a shallow trench on the Silas estate, covered in dirt. His eyes were wide open, staring at nothing. The timestamp at the bottom of the photo hit me like a physical blow: it was taken the day after my father sold me.The wire transfer. The payout. It was all a f**king setup.A weird, cracking sound came out of my throat. It wasn't even a scream. It just sounded like something inside me had finally snapped.The girl who loved John died right there. The girl who kept hoping for a rescue was buried in that trench with him. I didn't even cry. My eyes just felt dry and cold. My "protector" was the one who pulled the trigger.The curtain moved. Abram stepped in, his sh

Chapter 6: The View from the TopThe silver fork scraped against the plate. It was a sharp, annoying sound in the middle of that huge, quiet dining room. I didn't look at the steak bleeding into the china. I looked at him.Abram sat at the head of the table, looking totally unbothered. He swirled his scotch and checked his gold watch, then glanced at the clock in the corner. He thought I was still that broken girl he’d dragged out of the dirt. He thought I was still crying over John’s grave.He didn't notice I was counting how often he blinked. He didn't see me tracking every move he made when his phone buzzed.When he finally looked at me, his eyes softened. It was that creepy, "I own you" look that made my skin crawl. He liked seeing me eat. He liked seeing his "property" taken care of."You've been quiet tonight, Elara," he said, setting his glass down with a thud. "It’s better this way. The screaming was... getting old. You’re finally seeing the truth, aren't you? Your father woul

Chapter 8: The VirusAbram was practically glowing. It was a scary look on a man who’d killed my boyfriend just a few days ago. He walked into the bedroom with this smug, bouncy stride, clearly riding high on the "win" I’d given him in the office.He was holding a slim silver box like it was a trophy."You’ve earned more than just protection, Elara," he said. He sat on the edge of the bed and patted the spot next to him. I walked over, keeping my shoulders slumped and my eyes on the floor. I played the part of the broken girl perfectly.He opened the box. Inside was a top-of-the-line laptop, all brushed aluminum and expensive-looking."Custom build," he said. "Top-tier encryption, satellite link. You want to see how the world works? Here’s the key."He handed it to me. The metal was freezing. I wasn’t stupid; I knew exactly what this was. It wasn't a gift—it was a leash. Every single thing I typed or searched for would go straight to the phone in his pocket. He wasn't giving me a wind

Chapter 10: The Tether"You dropped this."Vane’s voice was like sandpaper. He knelt down, his scarred hand picking up the book I’d "accidentally" dropped on the garden path. The terrace smelled like wet dirt and expensive flowers.I looked down at him and let out a small, tired breath. "I’m just clumsy today, Vane. Maybe the air is too thin up here for people like us."He didn't move. He stayed on one knee, looking up at me. I could see the hardness in his eyes starting to melt into that pity I’d been working on. He handed the book back, his fingers brushing against mine for a second too long.Ding.The elevator chime cut through the air.Vane stood up so fast I heard his knees pop. The whole mood on the terrace shifted instantly. The air felt heavy, like a storm was about to hit.Abram stepped out. He didn't say a word, but he didn't have to. The way he walked—slow, his fists clenched in his leather gloves—told me everything. He’d seen the camera playback. He’d seen us the night bef