Todos los capítulos de Captured heiress and the Underboss : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 15

Alara's POVThe orange glow of the distant fire reflected in Kaan's storm-gray eyes like a nightmare."She knew," Kemal said, stepping up behind us on the bouncing deck of the boat. "She knew about your island base before we even left the coast."Kaan did not speak. His face was a mask of pure, terrifying ice. He grabbed the steering wheel with both hands and slammed the throttle forward. The boat surged over the violent waves, cutting through the dark water toward the burning island.Instead of heading for the main dock beneath the burning cliff, Kaan turned the boat hard to the left, steering us around the jagged black rocks on the southern side of the island. He guided the vessel into a narrow, hidden cove covered by hanging vines and sharp stone arches.The engine died as we glided into the dark sea cave."Out," Kaan ordered, his voice dropping into a low, deadly tone. "The main mansion is gone, but the lower bunkers are built into the bedrock. They cannot burn stone."We climbed

Alara’s POVThe barrel of the silver handgun stared at me like a small, black eye.I did not move. I could not breathe. The thick white smoke in the underground bunker curled around my ankles, making the cold stone floor look like a bed of clouds. But this was not heaven. This was hell. And the devil standing in front of me was the woman who used to brush my hair.Aunt Leyla pointed the gun directly at the space between my eyes. Her hand did not shake. Her perfectly painted red lips rested in a soft, calm line. She did not look like a killer. She looked like the rich, elegant woman who sat at the head of our dining table every morning. She wore her expensive black trench coat, her dark hair pulled back neatly, showing the silver streaks at her temples.My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird. The words she spoke did not make sense to my brain right away. Leyla lit the fire? The same fire that burned down the Demirhan estate? The same fire that killed my real family?I lo

Alara’s POVThe silver needle caught the dim yellow light, shining like a tiny, cruel knife.I stared at the medical kit on the metal table. The thick, empty plastic bags looked like hungry ghosts waiting to steal my life. My stomach twisted into a tight knot. The cold vibration of the ship’s engines hummed through the metal floor, matching the frantic, terrified beating of my own heart."Do not touch her!" Kaan roared, lunging forward as far as his chains would allow.The heavy iron links pulled tight with a loud crash, jerking him back to the wall. Pain flashed across Kaan's face as his wounded leg took his weight, but he did not stop fighting. He pulled at the metal ring bolted to the wall, his massive muscles straining under his dark shirt."If you put that needle in her, Leyla, I swear to God I will rip your throat out with my teeth!" Kaan shouted, his voice echoing violently in the small steel room.Leyla did not even flinch. She stood calmly, adjusting the white medical gloves