Lahat ng Kabanata ng From The Billionaire’s Captive To His Queen: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Scarlett’s POVA sudden, urge I couldn't quite place—started pulling me toward those stairs.The second he casually tore his gaze away, I snapped my eyes down to the floor, my cheeks burning. I just wanted to hear Damien Cole speak. What would his voice sound like up close? Deep? Rumbling, like it came from the bottom of the ocean?I shoved the intrusive thoughts aside, glaring back at the older man who was once again watching my every move like a hawk.Letting out a heavy, resigned sigh, I turned and started making my way toward the stairs leading up to the VIP loft.What was the absolute worst that could happen? If the greasy bastard tried anything slick, I’d just bolt. Yeah. That should work.As I finally reached the top of the stairs and stepped into the private section, Damien Cole stood up from his seat, turned on his heel and walked away in the exact opposite direction.‘Hey, you can't just walk away like that?! I literally came up here for you, for Christ's sake!’I wanted to

Scarlett’s POVThe second my lips crashed against his, a brutal jolt of lightning tore straight through my veins, pooling in a heavy, throbbing ache right at my core.My lungs forgot how to breathe. My fingers tangled into the fabric of his shirt, dragging him closer as my hips chased the hard heat of his body.He tried to yank his head back, a low curse rumbling in his chest, but I didn’t let him go.I clung to him like I was drowning, my hands roaming wildly, sliding up the broad expanse of his back, clawing at his shoulders.My palms pressed flat against my stomach, shaking violently, desperate for friction. I didn't care about anything else; my brain was pure static and burning need.Before he could push me away again, my fingers fumbled mindlessly with the buttons of my dress, shoving the fabric off my shoulders until it pooled around my ankles.I was standing here in just my lace undies, pressing my bare chest shamelessly against his solid frame, whimpering as the friction sent

Scarlett’s POVWould it honestly be better to pack a bag tonight, disappear into some nowhere town, and try to build something, anything, from scratch on my own?A sharp knock rattled the bedroom door, making me jump so hard I nearly dropped my phone.“Seraphina? You in there?” Anna’s voice drifted through the wood.I scrubbed frantically at the dampness under my eyes, taking in a deep, burning breath to steady my voice.I shoved the envelope deep back into my bag, stood up on shaky legs, and forced the stiffest, most convincing smile I could muster onto my face before turning the lock and pulling the door open.“Let’s have some coffee,” Anna said, offering a soft, encouraging nudge to my shoulder. I nodded, unable to find my voice, and followed her trailing footsteps back out toward the living room.She settled onto the small dining table, sliding a steaming mug across the surface toward me. I dropped heavily into the chair, wrapping both freezing palms around the ceramic cup, starin

Scarlett’s POVI let out a sharp gasp as I was yanked backward without any warning, my body sliding roughly across the metal floor. My bare legs slipped out the back of the van and hit something hard and sharp down below. A piercing, agonizing shriek ripped straight out of my throat.My eyes flew open, wide with horror, as I looked down. A long, rusted rusty nail was driven deep, straight through the flesh of my lower leg, tearing the skin wide open. Blood immediately welled up around it, hot and fast."Shut up, you little bitch," one of them snarled, grabbing me by the arm.One of them was wearing green trousers. Another had on a faded green top. The third one standing by the bumper had a dirty green cap pulled low over his forehead.The Green Vipers.It was really, truly them.The realization settled deep into my bones, freezing the blood in my veins and scaring me far beyond anything I had ever felt in my entire life. My chest heaved in silent terror."Get her up. We don't have a

Scarlett’s POVOne of the women in the semicircle of chairs was staring straight ahead. She didn't look at me again, immediately tearing her gaze away and locking it back onto the concrete wall.I wasn't supposed to be here. Not like this. Not carrying a tiny life inside me, trapped in a cage with no way out.The thought tore through my chest like a knife, fresh tears spilling over faster than I could wipe them away.Anna.My mind drifted desperately to her. Anna was probably tearing the club apart right now, looking for me, calling my phone, wondering where I had vanished to. Would she ever find this place? Would anyone?A loud metallic rattle broke my thoughts. The heavy iron door creaked open again. My breath caught, my eyes snapping toward the entrance as three massive figures stepped back into the room.They didn't look at any of us. They walked straight over to one of the men tied to a chair nearby, roughly cutting his ropes and yanking him upright. He gasped, thrashing weakl