[{"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-297":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},1735731,2219,"Chapter 297: Moonlight Confessions pt 2","bl-bound-to-my-enemy-the-billionaire-who-took-my-chapter-297",297,"\u003Cp>CASSIAN\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julian blushed. It was visible even in the silver light. He looked away, a shy quality showing through his usual armor. Then he reached up and pulled me back down to him. Words were too much and not enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My mouth moved from his lips to his jaw, then down to his neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julian made a sound then, a soft, broken moan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We both went still. It was the first time he had ever made a sound like that, especially for me. His body had betrayed him before his mind could catch up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I looked at him, and he looked at me. His face was full of a strange, embarrassed heat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We both laughed, a quiet, shaky sound. We were embarrassed and not embarrassed at the same time. We were just relieved that the other person was still there and not running away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I want to hear that again,\" I whispered against his ear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julian inhaled sharply. He reached down, his hands finding my belt, his fingers working the buckle with a deliberate, steady movement. He had stopped letting the fear be the loudest thing in the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment was perfect. The moonlight was a blanket, and Julian was beneath me, and everything I had ever wanted was finally, finally real.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julian reached up, his hand stroking my cheek. \"Cassian...\" he said softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice was his own, with that specific quality I knew by heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then, something happened. A different register started to bleed through, something deeper, something from a place that wasn’t this rooftop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wake up.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice wasn’t Julian’s. It was impossibly familiar, but it didn’t belong in this memory. It was a voice from a world I couldn’t name, a voice that made my chest tighten with a grief I didn’t understand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The name arrived in my chest before it reached my brain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Noah.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I looked down at Julian. He was right there. His face was moonlit and real.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What did you say?\" I asked quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julian looked confused. \"I didn’t say anything, Cass.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My chest felt like it was being squeezed by an invisible hand. I felt a loss that had no source, an ache that told me something important was very far away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Noah. Who was Noah? Why did a name I didn’t know make my heart feel like it was splitting open?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julian touched my face again, his thumb brushing my bottom lip. \"Hey. Where did you go?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I shook my head, trying to clear the fog. I looked at the rooftop, the city, and the man beneath me. He was real. He was here. He was alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Nowhere,\" I said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I pulled him back into a kiss, desperate to drown out the voice that wasn’t there. The name began to dissolve, fading back into the dark corners of my mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dream continued, as dreams always do, even when someone is calling from the shore to bring you back to the waking world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The movement from the roof to the flat was a blur of frantic hands and stumbling steps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We didn’t walk; we collided our way down the stairs, mouths never staying apart for more than a second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every time we hit a wall or a landing, the kissing grew more desperate, a frantic exchange of breath and heat that made the narrow stairwell feel like it was closing in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time we burst through the door of the apartment, the air was gone. We barely made it to the couch. I shoved the coffee table aside with my foot, the wood scraping harshly against the floor, but I didn’t care. I needed him. I needed the weight of him, the skin of him, the reality of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I was a virgin, a fact that had lived in the back of my mind like a secret shame for years, but in that moment, it didn’t feel like a deficit. It felt like I had simply been saving every ounce of myself for this specific fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was a moment, right as the layers of clothes were finally being discarded, where Julian paused. He looked at me, then at the position of our bodies on the cushions, and a look of genuine confusion crossed his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Eh?\" he muttered, his voice thick and slightly dazed. \"Wait. Am I the one taking it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stopped, hovering over him, and gave him a flat, \"Are you serious?\" look. I didn’t say it with malice, just the sheer disbelief that he hadn’t seen this coming from a mile away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who else?\" I replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julian’s ego flickered in his eyes, the pride of a man who usually dictated the terms of his own life, and for a second, I thought he might argue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the bruise to his vanity melted away the moment I leaned back down. I wasn’t gentle about it. I moved with a relentless dominance that seemed to steal the very breath out of his lungs, silencing whatever protest he might have been forming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t submissive, though. Even with his back against the couch, Julian fought for his space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was a power bottom in every sense of the word, his hands roaming my back, his legs locking around my waist, demanding as much as he gave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a battle as much as it was a union, a frantic, messy, and perfect collision of years of pent-up need.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gray light of morning filtered through the blinds of Julian’s bedroom, illuminating the wreckage of the night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julian was beside me, snoring softly, his face buried halfway into the pillow. He was completely covered, shoulders, neck, and chest, in a map of dark marks and hickeys I had left behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I moved slightly and felt the sharp, immediate sting of the scratches on my own back, the permanent reminders of Julian’s fingers gripping me in the dark. My own skin was a matching set of bruises and marks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the floor, several used condoms lay scattered near the bed, a blunt testament to just how many times we had tried to make up for lost years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, a wave of heat hit my face. I felt the sudden, sharp embarrassment of everything, the way I had confessed my feelings, the way I had practically begged for him on the roof, the lack of control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the kind of vulnerability I had spent my entire life building walls against.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as I watched the steady rise and fall of Julian’s chest, the embarrassment was crowded out by something much larger: gratitude.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The weight of the pretending was gone. I didn’t have to watch him walk through the door with someone else anymore. I didn’t have to wonder if he knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I looked at him, the messy hair, the bruises, the quiet sound of his breathing, and I felt myself falling in love with him all over again, deeper and more dangerously than before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I leaned over, pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his temple, and tucked myself back under the sheets next to him, letting the sleep finally take me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I was convinced nothing could go wrong... that everything was perfect... until it all fell apart.\u003C\u002Fp>",1200,"2026-06-06T16:23:43.455Z",1,"novelbin.me","c88a5175892a7b90def7b61c9bc9acd40645beff26e6a1fefe74701fa772c0c6","bl-bound-to-my-enemy-the-billionaire-who-took-my-chapter-298","bl-bound-to-my-enemy-the-billionaire-who-took-my-chapter-296",307,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbl-bound-to-my-enemy-the-billionaire-who-took-my-cover.jpg"]