บททั้งหมดของ HIS BELOVED;MY SPY: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 5

The yellow cab was parked at the curb, engine idling, its roof light dark.Emily sat behind the wheel with one elbow resting on the door, fingers tapping lightly against the steering wheel in time with the music spilling from the radio. An old song. Slow. Familiar. The kind that made the city outside the windshield blur into lights and shadows instead of noise and chaos.The sign was off. She leaned back slightly, letting the seat cradle her shoulders, eyes half-lidded as the melody carried her somewhere softer. Somewhere quieter. For a moment, she could almost pretend she was just another woman in the city, killing time, listening to music, waiting for nothing at all.The back door flew open.Emily flinched, hand tightening on the wheel as someone slid into the seat behind her. The door slammed shut with sharp finality.“Drive.”The voice was rough. Strained.Emily turned her head slightly, annoyed more than startled. “Sorry, sir,” she said calmly. “I’m off duty.”She lifted her chi

The penthouse sat high above the city, wrapped in glass and light.Emily stood near the window, arms folded, watching the glow of traffic far below. Everything felt unreal - the height, the silence, the soft hum of luxury. The room smelled clean and expensive, like money and calm had been bottled and sprayed into the air.“This is insane,” she muttered.Damien stood a few steps behind her, loosening his jacket. “It’s safe.”“You don’t know that.”“I do,” he said. “If you go back to your place, they’ll find you. Here, they won’t.”She turned to face him. “So I’m just supposed to trust you?”He met her gaze evenly. “Yes.”She laughed once, sharp and humorless. “You really think that’s enough?”“I’m a good man,” he said simply.Emily stepped closer. “Good men don’t have people with guns chasing them through the city and trying to kill them.”“I’m telling you,” Damien said, his voice calm but firm. “I don’t know who those people were.”She studied him for a moment, searching for cracks. T

Emily stood in the doorway of a small wooden house, her bare feet pressed into the floor as if the threshold itself had roots. Inside the room, a little girl sat cross-legged on a woven carpet, her back to the door.The girl wore a flowery dress.Bright. Soft. Too clean for the world around her.Toys were scattered everywhere - dolls, painted blocks, tiny animals carved from wood. The girl lifted her hands and laughed, and the toys rose into the air as if they belonged there. Two dolls floated higher, spinning gently, their small arms locked together as if they were play-fighting.The girl provided the voices herself, changing tones, giggling, completely absorbed.Emily watched from the doorway with a soft smile on her face.The girl’s laughter warmed something deep in her chest, a quiet, unfamiliar comfort spreading through her like sunlight. For a moment, the world felt gentle. Safe. The way the toys danced in the air made Emily’s heart feel light, as if the girl’s joy was somehow h