Alle Kapitel von The Billionaire’s Blood Proxy: Kapitel 1 – Kapitel 10

The smoke from the "JustDirect Food Hub" warehouse still clung to Elena’s hair, smelling of burnt grain and broken dreams. She didn't wait for the receptionist to stop her. She kicked open the mahogany doors of Vance Holdings, her boots leaving charcoal streaks on the white marble of the 50th-floor penthouse suite."You destroyed it," she hissed, slamming a singed business card onto the desk of the man sitting in the shadows.Alexander Vance didn't look up. He was tracing the rim of a crystal glass with a finger that wore a ring worth more than her entire life. "I didn't destroy it, Elena. I liberated you. You were playing shopkeeper while the world was waiting for you to lead.""I don't want to lead. I want my life back. I want my trucks, my inventory, and the five years of sweat I put into that dirt!"He stood up then, and the air in the room seemed to vanish. He was a predator in a bespoke suit, moving with a silent, terrifying grace. He walked toward her, not stopping until she wa

Elena pulled the silk dress over her head. It was heavy, falling to the floor like a pool of dark wine. It fit her curves perfectly too perfectly. It was terrifying to realize Alexander knew her measurements without ever having touched her before tonight.She walked down the spiral staircase, her heels clicking against the glass. The Grand Hall was lit only by candles, casting long, dancing shadows against the mirrored walls. At the end of a long obsidian table sat Alexander. He had discarded his jacket, his white shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing veins that mapped a lifetime of tension.He didn't look up as she pulled out the heavy velvet chair opposite him."Sit," he commanded, his voice echoing in the hollow room.Elena sat. Between them lay a feast that looked like a Renaissance painting. Roast duck, figs glazed in honey, artisanal bread, and a decanter of deep red liquid. It was a jarring contrast to the instant noodles she had eaten for dinner just two nights ago

The salt felt like crushed bone under Elena’s boots as she paced her room. Alexander’s warning about Rule Eleven don't ask about the woman who came before you wasn't a request; it was a challenge. And Elena had never been good at following orders from men who burned down her life for "fun."She waited until the clock struck 02:00. The estate was silent, save for the low, rhythmic hum of the East Wing processors.Elena didn't use the door. She remembered the architectural sketch she’d glimpsed on Alexander’s desk a service crawlspace behind the mirrored vanity. She pushed the glass panel. It didn't push back; it slid sideways with a ghostly hiss.She crawled through the dark, narrow passage, the smell of ozone growing stronger. She wasn't going to the East Wing. she was going under it.She emerged into a room that didn't exist on the blueprints Silas had shown her. It was a circular chamber made entirely of reinforced glass. In the center, suspended in a vat of glowing violet fluid, wa

The car ride to the underground auction was different. There were no tablets, no stock tickers, and no silence. Alexander sat close to her so close that his tailored sleeve brushed against the silk of her new gown.The dress he had chosen for tonight was a shimmering, architectural silver. It was cold to the touch and looked like liquid armor. "You look like a weapon, Elena," he had whispered before they left. "Try not to draw blood until I give the signal."The auction was held in a converted cathedral beneath the city’s financial district. The air was thick with the scent of expensive cigars and old, rotting money. As they walked in, the room went silent. Every head turned. Alexander Vance didn't just walk into a room; he reconfigured its gravity."Stay on my arm," he murmured, his hand tightening slightly on hers. "The men at Table Four. Don't look at them yet. Those are the 'investors' from your warehouse."Elena felt a surge of heat beneath her skin. She recognized them: Mr. Thor

The floorboards beneath the antique vanity didn't groan; they shrieked. As Elena scraped away the salt, the white crystals sparked with a faint, static charge. It was as if the house itself were trying to repel her.Alexander knelt beside her, his breathing heavy. He shoved the vanity aside, revealing a circular hatch made of reinforced lead. "The sanctuary was built over the original foundation," he whispered. "Before the servers, before the AI... there was just the stone and the desire to never say goodbye."Elena looked at the silver key in her hand. "If I turn this, what happens to you, Alexander? You’re the CEO of a tech empire built on this 'Digital Resurrection' patent. If the server dies, you aren't just a ghost. You’re a criminal."Alexander looked at her, his face illuminated by the flickering violet light of the monitors. "I’ve been a criminal since the day I decided my grief was more important than your life, Elena. Turn the key. I’d rather be in a cell than in this tomb."