Semua Bab The Billionaire's Secret Ward: Bab 11 - Bab 15

Noah's POVOur car had been overturned. We were completely upside down. For a moment, everything was silent except for the ringing in my ears and the feeling of my brunch coming up my throat. Then Alexander was moving. He quickly unbuckled me from my seat and pulled me out through the broken window despite the pain I could see etched on his face. I hadn't even seen him get out of the car yet here he was. “We have to run,” he said urgently, voice rough as he limped on one foot. “Can you move?”I nodded, adrenaline flooding my system. My ribs hurt like hell, but thanfully nothing felt broken.We sprinted into the nearest alley, rain soaking us instantly. Alexander kept one hand on me, the other holding the gun ready. Behind us, I heard car doors slamming and footsteps giving chase.We ran for what felt like forever, twisting through back streets, dodging dumpsters and puddles, until it felt like I couldnt run anymore. My lungs burned, but Alexander never let go.Finally, he pulled

The hospital stank of antiseptic and fear.For four hours, I had been sitting in a hard plastic chair outside the surgical wing. Alexander's blood had dried into my palms and shirt, cracking and crumbling every time I clenched my fists. My phone was a live grenade in my pocket, the damning email screenshots still burning behind my eyelids.With every swing of the double doors, my heart leaped into my throat. Finally a surgeon with scrubs around his neck came through, the mask halfway down his face. He looked bone-weary. “Mr. Kane?” I jumped to my feet. “How is he?” “The bullet did some serious damage but missed the main arteries. We repaired a lacerated liver and stopped internal bleeding. He’s stable for now but lost a lot of blood. He’s in recovery now. You can see him for a few minutes.” I followed the surgeon down the sterile hallway, my legs like lead. Alexander was in a private room with monitors hooked up to every part of his body. Tubes were attached to his arms. His stro

The penthouse was plunged into darkness, swallowing the city view whole. My heart thudded against my ribs as the elevator doors dinged and hissed open in the black. I couldn't see Alexander, but the oppressive heat and tension emanating from him radiated a wall against my side."Stay behind me," he ordered, his voice low and lethal, a stark contrast to the fresh wound on his abdomen.I ignored him, reaching out for a knife from the dinner table. My hands were still sticky from the pasta and a sickening cocktail of fear. After all the shooting, the kiss, the video, Victor's message-I was done being sheltered.A soft footfall echoed from the direction of the elevator. Then another. Alexander's hand found my wrist in the dark, squeezing hard. I yanked it free, ducking sideways and using the marble island as cover.Emergency lights flickered on, bathing the room in a blood-red hue. Standing by the elevator were three masked figures with guns. They looked professional."Mr. Sterling," one