Lahat ng Kabanata ng Contract With My Hidden Enemy : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

The silence inside Lena’s apartment felt unnatural.On the small kitchen counter, the outdated television continued flickering with breaking news banners and shaky helicopter footage of the destroyed Vane estate. The anchor’s voice kept talking about investigators, missing bodies, and emergency response teams, but nobody inside the apartment was truly listening anymore.No survivor? That word remain in my chest burning through me like fire. I couldn’t take my eyes off Silas. Not out of admiration but watching his reactions. He stood motionless beside the counter, his massive frame almost swallowing the tiny apartment whole. The plain black t-shirt he wore, made him look less like a tech tycoon and more like a dangerous ghost. The bandage across his temple was stained dark with blood, but he barely seemed to notice. His dark, possessive eyes remained fixed on the television screen with a cold, unreadable focus.The world thought he was dead. Lena looked between the television and S

For a fraction of a second, the room froze, caught in the aggressive hum of four phones vibrating at the exact same time. It wasn’t a normal notification. It was that heavy, urgent buzz that instantly makes your stomach drop. The buzzing stopped. Nobody dared moved. Silas still didn’t lower his gun from the doorway where we all stood, his eyes darted down to the screen clipped to his vest. Across the room, Elias was already looking at his phone, his face draining of whatever color it had left. "Silas..." "Read it," Silas commanded, his voice deadly tight. Though we all had the same message on our screens, Silas needed to hear it aloud. "It’s an alert... sent to every local device on this block," Elias muttered, his breath catching as the heavy thud of boots grew louder on the metal stairs of the fire escape just outside the window. "It has your picture, Vienne. I leaned over slightly, my eyes catching the display on Elias phone. My breath hitched. The picture was recent. Ver

The sensation of falling didn’t end with a bone-shattering crash. Hell No.Though I felt pain at first. The second was warmth. For a moment, neither made sense. All I could remember was the deafening rip of Silas’s hand gripping mine. Then falling. Falling from the roof canopy of the high-end commercial delivery section nestled in the alley. And yes I could vividly remember us dropping onto a snow-covered bed.My breath was completely knocked out of my lungs as my memory flickered open.When I finally looked around to figure out where I was, I found myself lying in an impossibly large king-sized bed, wrapped in crisp, high-thread-count Egyptian cotton sheets. The room was massive, designed with minimalist, high-end architecture—floor-to-ceiling glass windows that overlooked the glittering, snow-dusted skyline of the central financial district. The ceiling above me was made of dark wooden beams. A lantern hung from one of them, casting soft golden light across the room. The air smellin

Eight. Seven. Six. Five... The red digital numbers on the desktop monitor bled into the darkness of the room, slicing through the suffocating silence. My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird. Julian’s voice echoed through the penthouse, smooth and completely unbothered as he counted out the numbers alongside the monitor, weaponizing the seconds. I looked at Aunt Marissa, whose muted, desperate sobs were the only sound breaking the countdown. The lights beneath her chair continued blinking, a reminder of the thermite charges strapped below her. I looked at Lena, who was trembling slightly beside me, her newly applied glossy lips parted in silent horror. Then I looked at Silas. His lone dark eye was fixed on mine, completely steady, completely lethal. He wasn’t looking at the gun, or at Julian, or at the bomb. He was waiting entirely for me. If I told him to shoot, he would pull that trigger without a single microsecond of hesitation, consequences be damned. Eli

The darkness of the locked office felt like a physical weight, pressing the air straight out of my lungs. On the monitors, the digital blinked with numbers. The sound of tactical boots echoed through the concrete walls. My mind was still stuck on the closed door. I was thinking of the cold empty look in Aunt Marissa’s eyes. The weight of the betrayal was suffocating. This was the same woman who had tucked me into bed when I was sick. The same woman who had packed my school lunches. The same woman who had taught me how to braid my hair. She was gone. Just like that. And now, she was standing on the completely opposite side of the battlefield. This meant that every tear last night, every trembling apology—it had all been a beautifully rehearsed script. "Vienne! Get down!" Silas’s voice shattered my thought just as a heavy, muffled THUD vibrated through the reinforced steel doors of the outer executive suite. They weren't knocking. They were just almost close to the door. None o