บททั้งหมดของ Bound by the Triplets: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

POV MADDISONThe heavy titanium blast doors rolled back into the reinforced concrete walls with a slow, agonizing groan, exposing the dark, mist-shrouded subterranean corridor to the pitch blackness of the tropical storm outside. The emerald light of the central security screen reflected off the slick floorboards, casting long, fractured shadows across the room.From the absolute dark of the threshold, a single figure stepped forward, flanked by six elite operatives clad in advanced tactical body armor. He didn't wear a helmet; his sharp, familiar face was illuminated by the flashing crimson warning lights of our breached defense grid. It was Dominic Vance—Ethan’s former chief of security from the northern district, a man who had vanished from our payroll three weeks ago. He now wore the silver oak-leaf pin of the High Court on his collar."Dominic," Ethan noted, his deep voice dropping to a low, lethal register that seemed to freeze the humid air inside the búnker. He didn't raise hi

POV MADDISONThe metallic taste of panic and the heavy, copper smell of gun smoke bled through the master cabin’s ventilation shafts. The steady, powerful thrum of the yacht’s twin turbine engines suddenly stuttered, a violent, grinding shudder vibrating directly through the dark leather floorboards beneath my bare feet.Caleb didn't waste a single breath. He snatched his tactical sidearm from the side table, his eyes locked onto mine with a sharp, lethal focus as he threw my unbuckled wrists free from the silk restraints."Stay behind the bulkhead, Maddison!" Caleb ordered, his voice dropping all psychological playfulness. "Asher, I’m moving down the central corridor now! Ethan, do you have eyes on the fuel grid?!""Negative!" Ethan’s deep voice boomed through the intercom, instantly drowned out by a deafening, sharp burst of automatic gunfire that seemed to echo from the steel decks directly beneath us. "They’ve deployed localized smoke canisters in the dry-dock sector! I can’t clea

POV MADDISON"Drop your weapons, boys," Alistair Blackwood commanded, his voice holding the absolute weight of a god presiding over a court of mortals. "Or my men will paint this marble with the Miller girl’s blood. And I’d hate to lose my future grandchild before the first trimester is even complete.""Don't do it, Ethan!" I yelled, my fingers tightening against the cold steel of my submachine gun, though the red laser sights of four different rifles were currently dancing across my chest and stomach. "He won't let us leave this fortress alive anyway. He’s a psychopath!""Quiet, Maddison," Caleb whispered, though his voice lacked its usual clinical calm. He slowly raised his hands, his eyes locked on our father with a mixture of raw hatred and sharp, calculating analysis. "We play his game. For now."Asher let out a low, animalistic growl, his massive body vibrating with an intense, violent impulse to tear Alistair’s throat out. But as Ethan slowly unclipped his tactical holster and

POV MADDISONThe Monday morning sun cut through the floor-to-ceiling glass of the Blackwood Tower's executive suite, casting sharp, golden angles across the polished dark walnut furniture and the deep charcoal carpets. The city below buzzed with its usual relentless pace, entirely unaware that the corporate titan commanding its skyline had undergone a silent, absolute coup over the weekend.I sat behind the massive executive desk in a tailored, emerald-green silk dress that hugged every newly sensitive curve of my body, the heavy platinum ring on my left hand reflecting the light. Beside me, Ethan stood in a crisp, charcoal suit, his arms crossed over his chest, his icy gaze fixed on the heavy double doors of the office. Caleb leaned casually against the edge of the desk, flipping through a leather-bound folder of legal non-disclosure agreements, while Asher stood near the private bar, his broad shoulders stretching the fabric of his dark shirt as he poured three fingers of scotch.Th

POV MADDISONThe warm Caribbean evening air enveloped the private estate on Black Sands, carrying the soft, rhythmic hush of the tide against the cliffs below. The sprawling infinity pool stretched toward the dark horizon, its warm, turquoise waters glowing softly under the ambient submerged lights. There were no security details stationed on the perimeter, no encrypted radios crackling with corporate updates, and no shadows from the High Court lingering in the trees. For the first time, the sanctuary was absolute.I stood at the edge of the travertine deck wearing a thin, ivory silk robe that hung loosely over my shoulders, left completely unfastened at the front. The cool ocean breeze brushed against my bare skin, making my nipples harden instantly into tight peaks. The hormonal surge of early pregnancy had heightened every sensation, leaving my blood humming with a heavy, restless heat that the quiet luxury of the island only amplified.The water parted smoothly as Asher cut throug