[{"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-179":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},1735614,2219,"Chapter 179: Unwanted guard","bl-bound-to-my-enemy-the-billionaire-who-took-my-chapter-179",179,"\u003Cp>NOAH\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice was low, intimate, as if the ten other people staring at us with wide eyes didn’t exist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I was sweating. I could feel the dampness of my shirt against my back. \"Yes,\" I croaked, staring intensely at a scratch on the table. \"Very much. Thank you, sir.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good,\" he murmured, his eyes lingering on my mouth before he took another sip of his drink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next twenty minutes were the most awkward of my entire life. The group tried to perform normalcy, but it was like watching a play where everyone had forgotten their lines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mason brave put on a karaoke song, and the wailing of a heartbroken ballad provided a thin veil over the tension.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cassian stayed. He didn’t leave. He sat there, drinking his beer, making the occasional dry, devastating comment about the singing that made me bite my lip to keep from laughing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was the touching that was killing me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It started small. His knee pressed harder against mine. Then, his hand moved, resting on the back of my chair. His fingers brushed the back of my neck, just a ghost of a touch, invisible to the others, but sending jolts of electricity straight down my spine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, he reached down. His fingers found the soft skin of my side and gave a sharp, playful pinch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I nearly jumped out of my skin, biting back a gasp. My face was on fire. I couldn’t look at him. I could feel the heat radiating off him, the sheer gravity of his presence pulling me in. I was a mess, flushed, overwhelmed, and increasingly desperate for oxygen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bathroom,\" I managed to choke out, standing up before anyone could protest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I didn’t look back. I knew Cassian was watching me. I knew he could see the way my shoulders were shaking. I walked through the bar, ignoring Mason’s confused look, and found a staff member near the back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is there a back exit? An alley? I just need some air,\" I pleaded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They pointed to a heavy metal door. I pushed through it, the cool night air hitting my face like a blessing. I leaned against the brick wall, tilting my head back and closing my eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He came. He actually came. He’d told me he had a meeting. He’d ignored my text for hours. And then he’d shown up at a mid-tier karaoke bar in the middle of a Friday night. How did he even find me? Did he track my phone? Or did he just know?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I had exactly ninety seconds of peace before the door creaked open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I hoped it was Cassian. I expected it to be Cassian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was not Cassian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A man stumbled out, reeking of cheap lager and poor decisions. He spotted me and his eyes lit up with a dull, predatory gleam. \"Hey,\" he said, stepping too close. \"You come here alone?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No,\" I said, my voice flat. \"I’m with people inside. I was just leaving.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I tried to move past him, but he stepped sideways, blocking the door. He reached out, his hand gripping my arm with a strength that was more annoying than frightening. \"Don’t go yet. Come on, just talk to me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let go,\" I said, my voice hardening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don’t be like that,\" he slurred, pulling me closer. \"I just want to—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I felt the familiar spark of anger. I had been cornered twice tonight. I’d nearly had a panic attack. I’d been toyed with by my boss-not-boyfriend in front of my entire office.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I already had enough for the day and I was done being polite. I pulled my arm back, my fist curling. I was genuinely about to swing when something else moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fist came from the side, clean, efficient, and devastatingly hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man went down like a sack of flour, hitting the pavement with a dull thud. He didn’t get up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stood there, my own fist still raised, my heart hammering. I didn’t need to look to know who it was. The scent hit me first, that dark, expensive cologne, the smell of rain and power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cassian walked past me as if the man on the ground were a piece of litter. He didn’t even glance at me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He bent down, grabbing the man by the collar and whispering something into his ear. I couldn’t hear the words, but I saw the man’s face go pale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He nodded frantically, scrambled to his feet, and disappeared into the night as if the devil himself were chasing him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I almost felt sorry for him. Almost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thank you,\" I said, my voice shaking with a mix of adrenaline and irritation. \"But I had it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cassian didn’t respond. He pulled a cigarette from a silver case, lit it, and took a long drag. The orange glow of the cherry illuminated the sharp angles of his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I was about to handle it,\" I snapped, stepping toward him. \"I can take care of myself. I don’t need you to keep swooping in like I’m some kind of helpless—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cassian remained silent, the smoke curling upward into the dark sky. He wasn’t even looking at me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are you listening to me?\" I demanded. \"You couldn’t even respond to my text all day, but you have time to play bodyguard in an alleyway?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing. Not a word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I huffed, trying a different angle. \"How did your meeting go? Was it productive? Did you get the—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cassian dropped the cigarette, crushing it beneath his heel. He moved toward me, closing the distance until I was forced back against the brick wall. He didn’t look at the alley. He looked at me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"With a beautiful face like yours,\" he said, his voice a low, vibrating growl, \"I’m sorry Noah but I can’t help being on guard.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My breath hitched. \"That’s—we’re not—you don’t own me—Cassian.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don’t share,\" he said simply. It wasn’t a boast. It was a statement of fact, as immutable as gravity. \"The intern. She was practically in your lap.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"She was drunk!\" I protested. \"It wasn’t like that. I wasn’t doing anything!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You might as well have buried your face in her tits,\" he said, his voice incredibly dry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"THAT IS NOT—I wasn’t—nothing was HAPPENING—!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I didn’t get to finish. Cassian leaned down, his hand catching my jaw and tilting my head back. He captured my mouth in a kiss that was firm, claiming, and utterly silent.\u003C\u002Fp>",1072,"2026-06-06T16:23:43.455Z",1,"novelbin.me","f8b99b2f98ad28c6891be7db1f6ec31097cb03f4fbfe3eb3c1756dd6c0494424","bl-bound-to-my-enemy-the-billionaire-who-took-my-chapter-2","bl-bound-to-my-enemy-the-billionaire-who-took-my-chapter-178",307,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbl-bound-to-my-enemy-the-billionaire-who-took-my-cover.jpg"]