Todos los capítulos de Bound by Ruin: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Elena Brooks hated hospitals.They smelled like endings.The sharp scent of antiseptic burned her lungs as she stood outside her father’s private room, her fingers curled tightly around a stack of unpaid invoices. Numbers blurred together on the page. Seven figures. Due immediately.Seven figures her family didn’t have.Through the glass panel, she could see her father asleep, his once-commanding frame reduced to pale sheets and slow beeping monitors. The man who had built Brooks Holdings from nothing now looked fragile enough to break with a whisper.“Miss Brooks?”She turned.The hospital administrator offered a tight, rehearsed smile. “We’ll need confirmation on the extended payment arrangement by tomorrow morning.”Tomorrow morning.Elena nodded once. “You’ll have it.”The woman walked away in practical heels that echoed down the hall like a countdown clock.Elena exhaled slowly.Tomorrow morning.Brooks Holdings was collapsing. Investors had pulled out. Contracts were dissolving.

“Lock this floor down.”Adrian’s voice cut through the corridor like a blade.The nurse froze.“What?” she asked.“Security,” he snapped, already pulling out his phone. “Now.”Elena’s heart was hammering so violently she could barely hear anything beyond the rush of blood in her ears. The photo on her screen felt like it was burning into her skin.Taken seconds ago.Someone was close.Watching.Threatening.Next time, he won’t survive.Her father was inside that operating room.“Adrian,” she whispered.He was already issuing rapid instructions into his phone. “Shut down all external access points. No one leaves this floor without identification. Pull the surveillance feeds for the last fifteen minutes.”He ended the call and looked at her.For the first time since she had seen him again five years ago.He looked furious.Not cold.Not strategic.Furious.“Give me the phone,” he said.She handed it to him without hesitation.His jaw tightened as he studied the image.“Professional angl

The flatline sliced through the darkness.One long, unbroken tone.Elena’s scream never made it past her throat.“Dad”Emergency backup lights flickered on in dim red pulses, casting the hallway in a nightmare glow.Adrian was already moving.He pushed through the hospital room doors just as medical staff rushed in from the opposite side.“Clear the room!” a doctor shouted.Elena tried to follow, but a nurse blocked her path.“Ma’am, you can’t”“That’s my father!”Adrian turned sharply.“Let her through.”His voice didn’t rise.It didn’t need to.The nurse stepped aside.Inside the room, chaos exploded.Doctors surrounded the bed. A defibrillator was wheeled forward. One of the machines had gone completely dark.“What happened?” a surgeon demanded.“Power surge in the monitor grid”“No pulse!”Elena felt her knees weaken.Adrian’s hand locked around her elbow, steadying her.Not gentle.Not soft.Unyielding.“Stay upright,” he murmured.“I can’t lose him,” she whispered.“You won’t.”

The photo didn’t shake.Elena did.Her hands trembled violently as she stared at the screen — at her father’s lifeless form tossed into the back of a moving vehicle like cargo.Alive.But taken.“Adrian…” Her voice barely existed.He took the phone from her without asking.His expression didn’t change immediately.That was the terrifying part.He studied the image like a man analyzing a contract.Details.Angles.Shadows.“Zoom,” he muttered.The guard beside him obeyed quickly, pulling the image onto a larger screen.The vehicle interior sharpened.Black leather seats.Reinforced paneling.Tinted windows.Elena’s pulse hammered.“Do you recognize it?” she asked.“Yes.”The single word snapped her gaze to his.“What is it?”“Armored transport,” he said. “Custom build.”Her stomach twisted.“Yours?”His eyes flicked to her.“No.”The implication landed hard.“Then whose?”His jaw tightened.“Someone with resources equal to mine.”Fear clawed up her throat.“That narrows it down to what

Darkness didn’t come quietly.It pressed.Heavy. Suffocating. Endless.Elena fought it.Instinctively.Desperately.Voices bled through first — distant, distorted, like echoes underwater.“…too much—”“…she’ll wake up—”“…doesn’t matter—”Her chest rose sharply as consciousness clawed its way back.Air.She needed air.Her lungs burned as she dragged in a breath, eyes snapping open.Dark ceiling.Unfamiliar.Her body jerked upright.And immediately regret slammed into her.The world tilted violently.Her head throbbed, her limbs heavy, uncooperative.“What…” Her voice cracked.Memory hit.The hospital.The countdown.Adrian.The sting at her neck.Her heart surged into overdrive.“Adrian.”She swung her legs off the bed — and stumbled.The room shifted around her, edges blurred, but she forced herself forward, gripping the nearest surface for balance.“Where am I?” she demanded.No answer.The room was dimly lit, modern, controlled — not a hospital.Not her apartment.A private space.