[{"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-34":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},1735668,2219,"Chapter 34: Helpess","bl-bound-to-my-enemy-the-billionaire-who-took-my-chapter-34",34,"\u003Cp>The drive should’ve taken fifteen minutes. I carved it down to eight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Traffic laws bent easily when you had the money, the influence, and a legal team that treated speeding tickets like grocery lists. I parked in the loading zone directly in front of Pulse, right under a faded NO PARKING sign, and stepped out without a second glance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bass was already rattling the pavement, vibrating up through my shoes, drumming a pulse that matched the fury tightening in my chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bouncer at the door, a slab of muscle with a shaved head and a neck thicker than his skull took one look at me. Whatever he saw made him move aside instantly. No questions. No hesitation. Just survival instinct.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Smart man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside, the club was a swamp of noise and bodies. Strobe lights cut through the dark like lightning, flashing over faces twisted with drunken joy, lust, and bad decisions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air was thick... sweat, alcohol, cheap perfume, and the sour tang of spilled drinks mixing into something rancid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I pushed through the dancers with a single-minded focus, and people moved aside without realizing why.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fear worked through crowds faster than logic ever could; they felt the tension rolling off me and instinctively parted like water around a knife.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bar stretched across the back wall like a command post... polished wood, mirrored shelves of liquor glowing under neon lights. Bottles lined up like soldiers awaiting orders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And there he was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Noah.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slumped over the counter, head on his folded arms, body loose in a way that screamed exhaustion and alcohol, too much of both.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hair was a messy tangle, his shirt half untucked, one sleeve wrinkled like he’d been tugged around. His knuckles were bloody, skin torn like he’d punched something, or someone. A bruise darkened the edge of his cheekbone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And beside him sat a line of empty glasses. At least ten. Probably more. Enough to drown a grown man twice his size.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bartender spotted me and went pale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mr. Wolfe?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I dismissed him with a single look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My attention was on Noah.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stepped up to him and laid my hand on his shoulder. His skin was warm, too warm, and his body didn’t react. Not even a flinch. I tightened my grip, shaking him just enough to pull him back from whatever pit he’d fallen into.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bennett.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His breathing was slow, sloppy. His lashes fluttered but he didn’t lift his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I looked at Luke, my expression flat, sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How long has he been here?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luke shifted from foot to foot. \"A-about two hours. Maybe more. He’s been drinking nonstop since he came in. I was gonna cut him off but—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But what?\" My voice could’ve frozen a river.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luke swallowed so hard I could hear it over the music. \"He looked like he... needed it. I guess.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stared at him long enough for him to drop his gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then I leaned down, my mouth close to Noah’s ear, my voice a cold blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bennett,\" I murmured, deadly soft. \"Wake. Up\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Noah’s head lifted by a fraction... just enough for his eyes to meet mine. They were glassy, unfocused, pupils blown wide. He blinked at me like he was trying to remember how sight worked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wha...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice was a wreck. Slurred, thick, drained of everything but alcohol and exhaustion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I straightened, jaw tight enough to crack a tooth. \"You have exactly ten seconds to give me one good reason not to fire you on the spot.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His lips twitched. A smile. Or an attempt at one. Or maybe he was just too drunk to control his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Go ’head,\" he mumbled. \"Fire me. Everyone else... everyone else already did.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words hung there, bleeding. Something broken flickered across his expression... so raw it was almost hard to look at.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then his head dropped back onto his arms as if gravity hated him personally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I inhaled slowly, fighting the urge to shake him until he understood exactly how deep in trouble he was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, I turned to Luke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How much does he owe?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luke tapped at the register with trembling fingers. \"Uh... three hundred forty.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I pulled out my wallet and peeled off four crisp hundreds, dropping them onto the bar with a soft slap of money solving problems.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Keep the change.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luke’s eyes widened. \"Thank you, sir—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I ignored him. I was already gathering Noah’s things. His phone. His wallet. His jacket, wrinkled, half-falling off the barstool like even it had given up on him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thank you for watching him,\" I said. No warmth. Just finality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then I turned to Noah and gripped his arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Up.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He made a noise that was more whine than word. \"Don’ wanna...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tried to push me away with a weak sweep of his hand. Missed. Slid off the barstool entirely, would’ve hit the floor if I hadn’t caught him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My patience snapped, sharp and cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I said get. Up.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a second, just a second, Noah actually focused on me. His eyes, usually bright and sharp and annoyingly expressive, were dull and swimming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"M’not... m’not a dog...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re acting like one.\" My grip tightened. \"Move.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I dragged him upright. He swayed, dead weight, body folding like it didn’t remember how joints worked. I hooked an arm around his waist and practically carried him through the club.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he wouldn’t shut up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire walk was a trail of fragmented misery dripping out of his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...knew I’d fuck it up...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...always fuck it up...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...father was right... m’pathetic...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...she chose him... ’course she chose him...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every word was another match dropped into the gasoline already pooling in my chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People stared as we passed, the lights strobing across Noah’s disheveled state, across my expression, across the unmistakable threat in my stride.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I ignored all of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I only cared about getting him out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Away from this place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Somewhere private.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Somewhere I could deal with this properly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cold night air hit like a slap when we stepped outside. Noah shivered instantly, pressing unconsciously into my side for warmth he didn’t deserve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I yanked open the passenger door and shoved him inside. He slumped sideways, head lolling, mumbling something incoherent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was too drunk to even attempt the seatbelt, so I buckled him in myself, fast, rough, efficient and slammed the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I circled the car, climbed behind the wheel, and started the engine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The drive to my suite would be short. The conversation that followed would not be gentle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As I pulled away from the curb, I glanced once at Noah.. mouth parted, chest rising unsteadily, completely helpless.\u003C\u002Fp>",1107,"2026-06-06T16:23:43.175Z",1,"novelbin.me","4c2082279e03e2d607222fb380ce20f0249fb5305dae2597a89d797c2758f398","bl-bound-to-my-enemy-the-billionaire-who-took-my-chapter-35","bl-bound-to-my-enemy-the-billionaire-who-took-my-chapter-33",307,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbl-bound-to-my-enemy-the-billionaire-who-took-my-cover.jpg"]