บททั้งหมดของ Bound In His Bed : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 5

‎The van came to a halt in the dimly lit alley, its tires grinding against the gravel. Emily had been walking home from her late night shift at the diner when the black panel van pulled up beside her. She barely had time to scream before a rough heavy hand clamped over her mouth, and another pair of arms wrapped around her waist, yanking her inside. The door slammed shut, and the vehicle moved forward, leaving the streetlights fading behind.‎‎Inside, the air was thick with the smell of stale sweat and motor oil. Emily thrashed against her captors, her nails scraping at the arm over her face, but it was no use. A sharp prick in her neck made her vision blur—some kind of sedative. Her limbs grew heavy, her struggles weakening until darkness swallowed her whole.‎‎When she woke, her head throbbed, and her mouth tasted like cotton. She was in a moving vehicle again, but this time, it felt different. No van hum, but the smooth rumble of tires on pavement. Her wrists were bound behind he

‎The sound of the message was soft.‎‎Too soft for something that would split the room in half.‎‎His phone lit up in his hand.‎‎He glanced down casually at first.‎‎Then he froze.‎‎Not dramatically. Not visibly shaken. But something in his expression changed — something subtle and lethal.‎‎Her breath was still uneven. Her body still trembling from everything that had happened. She watched him through heavy lashes, expecting indifference.‎‎Instead, she saw calculation.‎‎His jaw tightened.‎‎His eyes darkened.‎‎He read the message again.‎‎Two words.‎‎Wrong girl.‎‎The air shifted.‎‎She felt it before she understood it.‎‎He slowly lowered the phone.‎‎Then he looked at her.‎‎Not the way he had before.‎‎Not like prey.‎‎Not like punishment.‎‎Like a problem.‎‎“Who are you?” he asked.‎‎Her brows pulled together. “You know who I am.”‎‎His gaze sharpened. “Say it.”‎‎The tone wasn’t loud.‎‎It was controlled.‎‎That scared her more.‎‎“Emily,” she s

‎Elena Vale stared at the phone in her hand long after the message had been delivered.‎‎You weren’t supposed to touch her.‎‎The words glowed coldly on the screen before the message status shifted to sent.‎‎For a moment, the apartment was silent except for the faint hum of electronics and the distant noise of traffic outside the window.‎‎Elena slowly lowered the phone onto the desk.‎‎Her heart wasn’t racing.‎‎Her breathing wasn’t panicked.‎‎Instead, a familiar calm settled over her mind—the same cold focus that had guided her through every risky job she had ever taken.‎‎Because panic didn’t solve problems.‎‎Strategy did.‎‎And right now, Emily was the problem.‎‎Or rather… Emily had become the leverage.‎‎Elena leaned back in her chair and ran a hand through her short dark hair, staring at the glowing laptop screen in front of her. Lines of encrypted data scrolled slowly across the monitor, reflecting faintly in her sharp eyes.‎‎Victor Laurent had taken the wrong