Lahat ng Kabanata ng DANGEROUS LIAISONS: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

The pounding in my head dragged me back to consciousness. For a disorienting moment, I didn't know where I was. Then it all came rushing back.The briefcase. The celebration. Levi."That son of a bitch," I groaned, forcing my eyes open. I was on the floor of the living room, my cheek pressed against the threadbare carpet. My mouth tasted like death and betrayal. My jaw throbbed where Levi had hit me.How long had I been out? I checked my watch—several hours at least. Late afternoon light filtered through the grimy windows.I pushed myself up, ignoring the way my stomach lurched and my head spun. The coffee table was empty. The briefcase was gone and when I stumbled to Levi's room and threw open the door, I found exactly what I expected: nothing. The room had been cleared out. Levi had taken everything valuable and disappeared."Fuck. Fuck!" I kicked the wall, immediately regretting it as pain shot through my foot. "Goddamn it, Levi!"How could I have been so stupid? I'd been so focuse

FORT'S POVI watched Elon from across my office, trying not to let my amusement show. The young con artist was clearly nervous, shifting his weight from foot to foot while Dimitri outlined the Chen job.It had been two days since Elon had signed the contract. Two days of him being sullen and silent, doing exactly what was asked but with all the enthusiasm of a cat being given a bath. I found it entertaining."The gala is black tie," Dimitri was saying. "You'll pose as an investor from out of town. We've created a whole identity for you—""I know how to build a cover story," Elon interrupted."Not like this, you don't." Dimitri pulled up photos on his tablet. "This isn't some drunk tourist you're pickpocketing. Douglas Chen is connected, paranoid, and very, very careful. If he suspects for one second that you're not who you say you are, he'll have security on you before you can blink.""I can handle it.""Can you?" I finally spoke up. "Because your track record suggests otherwise. How'

 Fort's pov  I was close enough to see them clearly, far enough not to be seen.That was always the balance. The pavilion sat open to the night, white pillars catching the glow of the chandelier, the lake stretching behind it like a sheet of black glass.  Swans drifted lazily across the surface, unbothered by the kind of conversations that could end lives before dawn.  I stood just beyond the treeline with Dimitri and two other men, positioned where sound carried poorly but sight remained sharp. And I watched Elon work. He stood opposite Douglas Chen with an ease that would have unsettled anyone who understood what they were looking at.  His posture was relaxed, his hands loose at his sides, his expression light—but I knew better. Every movement was deliberate. Every smile calculated. He wasn’t speaking

ELON'S pov  So tell me,” Douglas said, swirling the last of his champagne, “with the amount of money you claim to have, why exactly haven't you started your own dirty work?” I gave him a soft smile, the one I’d practiced in the mirror until it looked effortless. “Dirty is subjective, Mr. Shen. It depends on the company.” Douglas barked a laugh, sharp and amused. “You’re a character.” His gaze moved over the crowded ballroom, unimpressed. “And this restaurant? Utter shit.” I lifted a shoulder. “It’s… tolerable.” my eyes following the every movement of the ring on his finger, wondering if by any chance of get the opportunity to get it back. I couldn't afford to be more indebted to fort. “It’s boring,” he corrected. “We deserve bet