Lahat ng Kabanata ng His beautiful liability : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 8

I decided to burn my life down on a Friday night, all because I could not stand my stepbrother Karl’s mockery for one more second.Tired of the constant jokes about my innocence, I wanted to destroy that sweet, safe reputation completely. The heavy bass of the underground club vibrated through the floorboards, sinking straight into my bones like a second heartbeat. The air was thick, smelling of sweat and expensive alcohol. Couples wrapped in tight leather and lace brushed past me, their movements fluid and confident. In my plain black shirt and jeans, I felt like a giant neon sign screaming outsider. I did not belong here. Hands brushed against my waist as I pushed through the crowded dance floor, but I kept my head down, ignoring them. I was not here to blend in. I was here to make a transaction.I approached the heavily guarded door at the back of the venue. A massive man with tattoos crawling up his neck crossed his arms, blocking my path."You are lost, kid," the guard grumbled.

The red dot settled directly over Karl’s heart.He moved with terrifying speed. No shouting. No hesitation. He lunged forward, tackling me hard to the hardwood floor.A split second later, the massive window exploded inward.Glass rained down like a deadly waterfall. The muffled crack of a silenced rifle echoed from a distant rooftop. Karl covered me completely, pressing my face into the floorboards as his heavy coat shielded my bare skin from the flying shards. I squeezed my eyes shut, my fingers clawing into the lapels of his jacket."Stay absolutely still," he rumbled against my ear.Another bullet tore through the penthouse, ripping a gaping hole in the drywall above our heads. Karl reached up blindly, slamming his palm against a digital wall panel. The penthouse plunged into total darkness. Heavy steel security shutters rolled down over the broken windows, grinding loudly until they locked into place with a heavy, metallic thud.The silence that followed was suffocating.Karl pus

The shattered pieces of the satellite phone hit the marble floor with a quiet, sickening scatter. Karl did not give me time to think. He moved with brutal, terrifying efficiency. The bodies of the two assassins were still warm on the floor, but his mind had already shifted to the next battle."Get into the master bedroom," Karl ordered. His voice left zero room for argument. It was the tone of an enforcer, not a brother. "Wash the blood off your hands. We leave in ten minutes."I stumbled into the massive master bathroom, my legs shaking so badly I could barely stand. I turned the brass tap, letting freezing water pool in my palms. I scrubbed fiercely, but the phantom feeling of the dead man's throat beneath my weapon lingered. Cold water did nothing to stop the violent trembling in my fingers. My reflection in the mirror looked like a ghost. I didn't recognize myself anymore.When I stepped back into the bedroom, Karl was already changed. The blood-soaked shirt was gone. He wore a fr

The air in the service corridor tasted like liquid poison. Heavy sheets of gray smoke rolled along the ceiling, stained a deep, bloody crimson by the pulsing glare of the emergency lights. Karl didn't slow his pace. He marched forward with terrifying, mechanical precision, his fingers anchored around my wrist like a locked pair of steel handcuffs. My boots skidded wildly against the slick concrete floor. The smooth, liquid-silk fabric of my midnight-blue suit jacket caught on a jagged piece of loose metal studding the wall, the expensive material tearing with a sharp rip that sounded like a scream in my ears."Karl, let go of me!" I gasped, my voice catching in my throat as another heavy sob threatened to choke me. "You're hurting me! Let me go!"He didn't even turn his head. His sharp, stone-carved jawline remained completely rigid, his striking pale grey eyes fixed entirely on the exit door at the far end of the hallway. "Keep your mouth shut, Julianna. Your dramatics are a waste of