All Chapters of Bound In His Bed : Chapter 11 - Chapter 15

‎The message arrived at 4:12 a.m.‎‎Victor Laurent was already awake.‎‎Sleep had become a luxury over the past few weeks.‎‎Between the stolen files, Adrian's growing list of inconsistencies, and the mystery surrounding Emily Vale, his mind rarely rested.‎‎The secure monitor on his desk flashed once.‎‎Then again.‎‎A new message.‎‎No sender.‎‎No traceable route.‎‎Only five words.‎‎> Project E.V. has entered Phase Two.‎‎‎‎Victor stared at the screen.‎‎His expression darkened.‎‎The phrase meant nothing.‎‎And somehow, that bothered him more than if it had.‎‎Whoever sent the message knew something.‎‎Something important enough to bypass every security system he owned.‎‎His fingers hovered over the keyboard.‎‎For a moment, he considered tracing the sender.‎‎Then stopped.‎‎The route was too clean.‎‎Too deliberate.‎‎This wasn't a mistake.‎‎It was a warning.‎‎And warnings were rarely free.‎‎‎---‎‎Across the city, Elena sat surrounded by monit

‎The email arrived at 6:41 a.m.‎‎Victor was already in his office.‎‎He hadn't slept much.‎‎Now a new notification flashed across one of his secure monitors.‎‎Unknown Sender.‎‎Victor immediately sat up.‎‎The sender attached three files.‎‎No message.‎‎No explanation.‎‎Just files.‎‎His jaw tightened.‎‎Elena.‎‎It had to be.‎‎He opened the first attachment.‎‎A photograph appeared.‎‎An older man.‎‎Sharp eyes.‎‎Weathered face.‎‎The same man standing beside young Emily in the surveillance images.‎‎Victor recognized him instantly.‎‎Orion.‎‎The second attachment contained financial records.‎‎Years of payments.‎‎Monthly transfers.‎‎Meticulously documented.‎‎All directed toward one recipient.‎‎ORION‎‎The third file was a status report.‎‎Victor opened it.‎‎His expression darkened.‎‎At the bottom of the document sat two words.‎‎Status: Eliminated‎‎Victor stared at the screen.‎‎Someone had funded Emily's protection for years.‎‎Then

‎Emily woke to silence.‎‎Not the silence of Victor Laurent's estate.‎‎Not the distant hum of security systems.‎‎Not the muffled footsteps of guards outside her door.‎‎This silence felt different.‎‎Older.‎‎Lonelier.‎‎For several seconds, she remained still, staring at an unfamiliar ceiling.‎‎A faint ache pulsed behind her eyes.‎‎The abandoned train station.‎‎The laptop.‎‎The recording.‎‎The photograph.‎‎Then darkness.‎‎Her pulse quickened.‎‎Emily sat upright.‎‎The room was small.‎‎Simple.‎‎A single bed.‎‎A wooden desk.‎‎One window overlooking a dense forest.‎‎No bars.‎‎No locks.‎‎No obvious signs of captivity.‎‎Yet something about the place unsettled her.‎‎Because she had no idea where she was.‎‎Or how she'd gotten there.‎‎The door opened.‎‎Emily instantly tensed.‎‎Her gaze snapped toward the entrance.‎‎Footsteps echoed softly across the wooden floor.‎‎Then a man stepped inside.‎‎The breath left her lungs.‎‎No.‎‎No.‎