บททั้งหมดของ Captured by the billionaire : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Morning sunlight crept through the thin curtains of Elliot Lane’s apartment, landing directly on his face. He groaned and rolled over, pulling the pillow over his head. For a few seconds, everything was quiet. Then reality returned. The hack. Elliot’s eyes snapped open. He sat up quickly, reaching for his laptop on the bedside table. The screen flickered to life as he powered it on, his heart beating a little faster than usual. “Relax,” he muttered to himself. If there had been any serious problem, he would have noticed by now. Corporate security teams usually reacted fast. If Blackwood Technologies had somehow traced him during the night, his internet would already be cut or authorities would be knocking on his door. The laptop finished booting. Nothing unusual, no alerts, no strange traffic. Elliot exhaled slowly. “See? No big deal.” Still, he ran a quick system scan out of habit. Every hacker had a survival instinct. Paranoia came with the territory. The scan return

Elliot had never been inside a car this expensive before.He could tell just from the silence.The door closed with a soft, final click, sealing him inside a world of dark leather and polished wood. The city noise outside vanished almost instantly, replaced by the quiet hum of the engine as the car pulled smoothly into traffic.Elliot sat stiffly in the back seat, clutching his laptop bag like it might somehow save him.Across from him sat Timothy Blackwood.Perfect posture.Perfect composure.Like a man who had just finished a casual meeting instead of abducting someone.Elliot cleared his throat.“So… just to confirm,” he said slowly, “this is still kidnapping.”Timothy didn’t even look at him.“No.”Elliot stared.“You showed up at my apartment with two bodyguards and forced me into your car.”“You agreed to come.”“Because you threatened me with prison.”Timothy finally turned his head slightly.“Correct.”“That’s not agreement.”“It’s a decision.”Elliot opened his mouth to argue

Elliot quickly learned that living with a billionaire meant one thing. Schedules. Very strict schedules. He discovered this at exactly 7:00 a.m. A soft electronic chime echoed through the bedroom, followed by the curtains automatically sliding open to reveal the bright morning skyline. Elliot groaned and buried his face in the pillow. “No,” he muttered. The chime rang again. “Go away.” Another chime. Elliot grabbed the pillow and threw it toward the window. “Okay, I’m up!” Silence. He sat up slowly, squinting at the sunlight flooding the room. “This place has alarms now?” he muttered. Dragging himself out of bed, Elliot wandered into the bathroom and splashed cold water on his face. When he finally stepped into the main living area, he immediately noticed something strange. Someone had already been working for hours. Timothy sat at the long glass table with several holographic screens floating in front of him. Financial reports, company statistics, and security data

The office was supposed to be quiet at night. That was what Elliot assumed. By 9:30 p.m., most of the engineers had already gone home. The once-busy cybersecurity floor now sat in a soft dim glow from overhead lights and the endless monitors lining the walls. Rows of workstations stood empty. Server racks hummed steadily behind reinforced glass. The massive digital map displaying Blackwood Technologies’ global network traffic continued streaming across the wall like a living organism. Elliot sat alone at his workstation. Well. Almost alone. His fingers moved lazily across the keyboard as he continued studying the system he had partially rewritten earlier. The more he examined it, the more impressed he became. Timothy’s architecture was complex. Elegant. And terrifyingly powerful. But like every system in the world— It wasn’t perfect. Elliot leaned forward, resting his chin in his palm. “Let’s see what else you’re hiding,” he muttered. He opened another diagnostic pa

By the third day, Elliot had learned two important things about living in Timothy Blackwood’s world. First The man barely slept. Second Everything in his life was controlled with terrifying precision. Schedules. Security. Employees. Information. Even the elevators moved only when the system approved it. It was impressive. But it was also starting to feel suffocating. Elliot stretched his arms above his head as he sat in front of the workstation on the cybersecurity floor. The large digital network map glowed across the wall as usual, showing global traffic flowing through Blackwood Technologies’ systems. The office hummed quietly with activity. Engineers worked at their desks. Analysts monitored incoming reports. Several people whispered occasionally about the Helios collapse that had shaken the tech industry only a day earlier. Elliot leaned back in his chair. “Corporate warfare,” he muttered. A lady seated two desks away, Lena glanced at him. “You sound impresse