บททั้งหมดของ Billionaire Brothers Meet Runaway Sisters: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 9

The sky over the city didn’t just rain; it mourned. It was a relentless, punishing deluge that turned the world into a gray, blurred nightmare. For Riya Valderama, every drop felt like a needle against her skin. She stumbled through the thick, cloying mud of the outskirts, her breath hitching in ragged, shallow gasps. Each movement sent a flare of white-hot agony through her side—a jagged reminder of Jason’s heavy hand from only an hour ago.She didn't dare slow down. She couldn't afford to feel the pain."Don’t look back," Riya hissed, her voice barely a thread against the howling wind. Her fingers were locked around her younger sister’s wrist, her grip so tight her knuckles were white and bloodless. "If we stay, he’ll kill us. If we stay, there will be nothing left to save. We run until we’re dead or we’re free."Raya Valderama looked at her older sister, and her heart shattered. This was the woman who had once been the crown jewel of their family—graceful, poised, and radiating a q

"Everything has a price, Miss. The question is... are you willing to pay it?"Jin's words echoed in the hollow of Raya’s mind, repeating over and over like a haunting melody that refused to fade. She stood frozen on the marble floor of this expensive suite, the silence of the room feeling heavy and suffocating. Since she didn't have any money to offer to this man, she began to think about the only thing she had left—the most precious thing she had held onto for years, despite all the pain.Her self. Her innocence. Her VIRGINITY.She didn't think twice. A strange, cold resolve washed over her because, for her, the only thing that mattered was protecting her older sister from now on. Riya had suffered enough; she had been the sacrificial lamb for the Valderama name for too long. Raya wanted to step up now. She didn't want to be scared anymore of men like Jason or the shadow of their aunt. Since it was just a one-night thing, she convinced herself that it wouldn't change who she was. To

The morning sun hit the floor of the penthouse with a cold, blinding clarity. When Jin Kim snapped his eyes open, he didn't feel the usual rush of adrenaline that came with a military awakening. Instead, he felt a hollow weight in his chest. He reached out instinctively, his hand searching the silk sheets for the warmth of the woman who had surrendered to him hours before, but he found only cold, empty space.The room was silent, save for the low hum of the air conditioner. Jin sat up, his bare chest heaving as he scanned every inch of the expensive suite. Everything was perfectly in place, as if the night before had been nothing more than a fever dream—except for the lingering scent of her and the sharp, jagged ache in his own mind. His eyes landed on the bedside table. There, resting where a lamp should have been, was a single, crumpled piece of clean tissue.He picked it up, his large, calloused fingers nearly tearing the fragile paper. As he smoothed it out, the words hit him like

RAYAAs we headed back to Mark’s apartment, the heavy air of the North District felt like it was suffocating me. I was ready to face whatever he had to say. Even if the cost was a brutal breakup, I didn’t care anymore. The girl who walked into this apartment a month ago was dead; the woman walking into it now was a mother.Riya sensed my spiraling thoughts and pulled me close, letting me rest my head on her shoulder as the taxi hummed. "Raya, everything will be okay. I’ll be by your side, every step of the way," she whispered. Her voice was the only anchor I had left.When we reached the apartment, the door was already unlocked. Mark was sitting on the sofa, scrolling through his phone. He didn't look up to ask if I was okay. He didn't ask how my grueling shift at the club had been."Did you get your salary already?" he asked casually, his eyes still glued to the screen. "Trina is out of money again because of some family problem. Can you lend her some cash? She’s been our best friend

RAYA The interior of the armored SUV smelled of expensive leather and the faint, lingering scent of Jin’s sandalwood cologne. It was a world away from the humid, trash-strewn streets of the North District, yet I felt more trapped here than I ever did in the slums. Silence ate our whole ride, heavy and thick, until Jin finally broke it with a voice that sounded like grinding stones. "Why didn't you tell me earlier, Raya?" He didn't look at me. His hands were gripped so tightly around the steering wheel that his knuckles were white. "I told you I wouldn't bother you anymore," I said, my voice sounding small and hollow. I kept my gaze fixed on the window, watching the city lights blur into streaks of neon. "And I am sorry if my sister called Mr. Leon to inform you of this... this thing." "A thing?" Jin snapped, his head whipping toward me for a split second, his obsidian eyes burning. "I looked for you for over a month because my guilt was eating me alive, Raya. If I could bring back