[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-bl-bound-to-my-enemy-the-billionaire-who-took-my":3,"chapter-bl-bound-to-my-enemy-the-billionaire-who-took-my-bl-bound-to-my-enemy-the-billionaire-who-took-my-chapter-161":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","[BL] Bound to My Enemy: The Billionaire Who Took My Girl",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1735595,2219,"Chapter 161: Nice","bl-bound-to-my-enemy-the-billionaire-who-took-my-chapter-161",161,"\u003Cp>NOAH\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I was about to walk toward the revolving doors when I saw a flash of movement. The side executive exit opened, and Cassian stepped out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was wearing a black suit that looked like it cost more than my apartment building, looking as untouchable and perfect as the day I first met him. He was alive. He was here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Cassian!\" I shouted, my voice cracking as I broke into a run. \"Wait!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stopped, his hand already on the door handle of a waiting car. He turned, and for a split second, I saw his composure fracture. His eyes widened in genuine, unadulterated surprise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Noah?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I reached him, panting, my lungs burning. My brain finally caught up with my feet, and I realized how insane I must look... disheveled, breathless, and shouting at one of the most powerful men in the country in the middle of a public street.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I—I wanted—I need—\" I stammered, the words tangling in my throat. I was panicking, my heart hammering against my ribs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cassian watched me struggle for a moment, a small, amused smile playing at the corners of his mouth. But underneath the amusement, there was a flicker of concern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t ask what I was doing there. He didn’t scold me for the public outburst.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simply opened the car door wider. \"Get in.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What?\" I blinked, still gasping for air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Get. In,\" he repeated, his voice firmer. It wasn’t a request; it was a command that brooked no argument.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I obeyed. My body seemed to recognize his authority better than my mind did. I slid into the backseat, and he followed, sitting so close that I could feel the heat of him. The door thudded shut, sealing us in a quiet, leather-scented cocoon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The car pulled into traffic, the partition between us and the driver sliding up with a silent, mechanical hiss. Silence stretched between us, heavy and thick. Cassian didn’t look at me; he was casually scrolling through his phone as if we were just two colleagues sharing a commute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I heard what happened,\" I said, my voice barely a whisper. I paused, swallowing hard. \"To Alex.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cassian didn’t look up. \"Did you?\" His tone was perfectly neutral, entirely unbothered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I studied his profile, looking for any crack in the mask. I wanted to see guilt, remorse, or even a glimmer of satisfaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I found nothing. His expression was a blank slate, the face of a man who had just finished a routine business meeting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sir, are we still heading to the bar?\" the driver’s voice came through the intercom. \"Or your new residence?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The residence,\" Cassian said, finally pocketing his phone. \"Directly.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The car wove through the city, eventually leaving the commercial district for the lush, gated hills of the upper class. We pulled through a set of massive wrought-iron gates, and I gasped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t a house; it was a palace. A sprawling, white-stone villa with manicured lawns, a tiered fountain, and architecture that belonged in a high-end travel magazine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What the—\" I couldn’t even finish the sentence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We exited the car, and I stood there gawking at the double doors as they were opened by an elderly, impeccable butler.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Welcome home, sir,\" the man bowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A warm-faced woman in a neat apron... the housekeeper... appeared behind him. \"Mr. Wolfe! Young master! I’ve prepared dinner as requested. Would you like it served after you settle?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not yet, Mrs. Chen,\" Cassian said, handing his jacket to the butler. \"I’ll call when we’re ready.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gestured for me to follow him into the interior. If the outside was a palace, the inside was a museum. Marble floors that shone like mirrors, high ceilings with crystal chandeliers, and art on the walls that I recognized from history textbooks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do you like it?\" Cassian asked, catching me staring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What’s there not to like?\" I snapped, my defensiveness rising to meet my awe. \"It’s basically a palace.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I acquired it shortly after we left for Spain,\" he said, leading me toward a private, well-stocked bar area. \"I’ve come to despise hotels.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Must be nice,\" I muttered under my breath, \"buying palaces on a whim.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cassian heard me... I saw his lips twitch in a smirk... but he didn’t comment. He stepped behind the bar and selected a crystal decanter of amber liquid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mrs. Chen!\" he called out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The housekeeper reappeared instantly. \"Yes, sir?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Freshly made juice for my guest,\" he said, glancing at me. \"Something tropical.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Right away, sir,\" she smiled, disappearing toward the kitchen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stood there, feeling like a toddler. He was having expensive whiskey, and I was being served \"tropical juice\" with an umbrella.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was considerate, sure, but it also felt pointedly domestic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’ve been acting strange,\" I blurted out. I hadn’t meant to say it, but the last twenty-four hours had been a fever dream of \"nice\" Cassian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paused, the glass halfway to his lips. \"Strange how?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re—nice,\" I struggled with the word. \"To me. Why?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cassian’s smirk returned, playful and challenging. \"Would you have preferred I act the way I usually do?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No!\" I said, far too quickly. \"I just—it’s weird. You’re being weird.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He chuckled... a low, warm sound that vibrated in the quiet room... and took a sip of his whiskey. Mrs. Chen returned then, placing a tall, vibrant glass in front of me. It was a masterpiece of mango, pineapple, and passion fruit, garnished with fresh mint and a tiny paper umbrella.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was delicious. I drained half the glass before I even realized I was doing it, the cold sweetness momentarily distracting me from the grim reason I had come here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a second, I felt like a kid at a theme park, pampered and safe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cassian watched me, a strangely fond expression on his face as he watched me enjoy the simple pleasure of a drink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, I set the glass down. The satisfaction faded, replaced by the cold weight of reality. My expression shifted, turning serious. I looked at him directly, drawing in a long, steadying breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Cassian.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He set his whiskey down on the marble counter. \"Ask.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My voice was quiet, but it didn’t tremble. \"Did you kill Alex?\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1031,"2026-06-06T16:23:43.455Z",1,"novelbin.me","c70c5e296d0a9d4b0f10e68b238c46cf0be655a0646db614e7a66e3958a6e4a7","bl-bound-to-my-enemy-the-billionaire-who-took-my-chapter-162","bl-bound-to-my-enemy-the-billionaire-who-took-my-chapter-160",307,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbl-bound-to-my-enemy-the-billionaire-who-took-my-cover.jpg"]