[{"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-49":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},1735683,2219,"Chapter 49: Offering","bl-bound-to-my-enemy-the-billionaire-who-took-my-chapter-49",49,"\u003Cp>CASSIAN\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Iexhaled sharply through my nose, yanking my phone from my pocket and swiping to answer the call from my head of security.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What.\" My voice came out clipped. Irritated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sir.\" Lake’s voice was calm but urgent. \"We have a situation in the underground garage.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My jaw tightened. \"What kind of situation?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"An unauthorized vehicle accessed the premises approximately ten minutes ago. The clearance used matches your internal security network, specifically, a code that should only be accessible to upper-level personnel.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I went still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Explain.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The vehicle is a black van, no plates, tinted windows. My team secured it immediately upon entry. There’s one occupant inside. Male. Alive. Bound and gagged.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My pulse spiked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There’s a package addressed to you, sir. An envelope attached to the man’s chest.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence stretched for a beat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m on my way,\" I said flatly. \"No one touches anything until I get there.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Understood.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I ended the call and shoved the phone back into my pocket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Turned to look at Noah.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was still slumped against the window, breath fogging the glass, body trembling with aftershocks. His hands were still bound behind his back. The blindfold was still secure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked wrecked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beautiful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But I didn’t have time for this right now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I crossed the room in three strides, pulling the tie from his wrists with quick, efficient movements. He gasped softly as his arms fell forward, shoulders rolling to relieve the strain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m going down for a minute. You will stay here,\" I said, voice flat. \"Don’t move. Don’t clean up. Don’t do anything.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I reached up and pulled the blindfold off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes blinked open, unfocused and dazed, pupils blown wide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Cassian, \"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I said stay here.\" I grabbed his jaw, forcing him to meet my eyes. \"Do you understand?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He swallowed hard, nodded weakly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I released him and turned toward the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Where are you going?\" His voice was hoarse. Small.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I didn’t answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just walked out, letting the suite door slam shut behind me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The underground garage was cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sterile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Concrete walls, fluorescent lights humming overhead, the faint smell of exhaust and oil lingering in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My security team had already cordoned off the area.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two men stood by the elevator, hands resting on concealed weapons. Another three were positioned around the vehicle, a black van, exactly as Lake had described.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No plates.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tinted windows so dark you couldn’t see inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lake approached as I stepped off the elevator, his expression neutral but alert.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sir.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Status.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Vehicle secured. One occupant, male, mid-thirties. Bound with zip ties, gagged with cloth. No weapons found on him or in the vehicle. The envelope is still attached.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I nodded once. \"Open it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lake gestured to one of his men, who stepped forward and pulled open the van’s rear door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The interior was dim, but I could make out the figure immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slumped against the far wall of the van, hands bound behind his back, ankles zip-tied together. A dirty cloth was shoved into his mouth, secured with duct tape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His clothes were rumpled, stained with sweat and dirt. His face was bruised, someone had worked him over before delivering him here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was his eyes that caught my attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Terrified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Familiar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stepped closer, leaning into the van, studying his face in the harsh fluorescent light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then I recognized him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fuck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not the shooter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Very close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This man had been there that night three years ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not pulling the trigger, but standing nearby. Watching. Part of the crew that had set the trap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Part of the reason why my nightmare started.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My jaw clenched so hard I felt my teeth grind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Get him out,\" I said quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two of Lake’s men moved immediately, dragging the man out of the van and forcing him to his knees on the concrete floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He made muffled sounds behind the gag, eyes darting between me and the security team, panic written all over his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I ignored him for now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Turned my attention to the envelope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was taped to his chest, plain, unmarked, no signatures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I ripped it free and tore it open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside was a single piece of paper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Folded once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I unfolded it slowly, scanning the contents.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The message was short. Blunt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mr. Wolfe,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This man is a present from us. We were not involved. Our family has no loyalty to the Vincenti, though we have worked adjacent to their interests in the past.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We are not your enemy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fate is yours to decide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Consider this a gesture of goodwill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No signature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the implication was clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone, some family aligned with Vincenti interests but not directly loyal, was trying to distance themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Trying to prove their neutrality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And they were doing it by handing me a piece of the puzzle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A living, breathing piece.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stared at the man kneeling on the concrete, trembling, eyes wide with fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They gave you to me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a fucking offering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My hand tightened on the paper, crumpling it slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sir?\" Lake’s voice pulled me back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I turned to him, expression carefully blank. \"Take him to the secondary location.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The one in, \"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes.\" I folded the paper and shoved it into my pocket. \"Secure him there. No interrogation yet. No contact with local authorities. No one goes near him without my explicit permission.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lake nodded. \"Understood.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I looked back at the man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was shaking now, muffled sounds escaping around the gag, trying to say something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Trying to beg, probably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stepped closer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crouched down so we were eye-level.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes locked onto mine, desperate, pleading.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I tilted my head slightly, studying him like a specimen under glass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do you remember me?\" I asked softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He nodded frantically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good.\" I reached out, gripping his jaw hard enough to bruise. \"Then you know what’s coming.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes filled with tears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I released him and stood, turning back to Lake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Move him now. I want him out of here in the next five minutes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes, sir.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lake gestured to his team, and they moved immediately, hauling the man to his feet, dragging him toward a separate vehicle parked nearby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He struggled weakly, but it was useless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within seconds, he was shoved into the backseat, the door slamming shut behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The engine started.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The vehicle pulled out of the garage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stood there for a moment, watching the taillights disappear into the night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then I turned back to the black van.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Walked around it slowly, inspecting every angle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No damage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No identifying marks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Completely clean.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professional.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoever had delivered this man knew what they were doing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Knew how to move without leaving traces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Knew how to send a message without making it a declaration of war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They’re choosing sides.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thought settled in my chest, cold and sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My release from prison had shifted the balance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This delivery was a calculated move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A way of saying: We’re not your enemy. We’re neutral. Don’t come for us.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But neutrality in this world was a fiction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You were either with someone or against them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no in-between.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They’ll choose soon enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And when they do, I’ll know exactly where they stand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I pulled out my phone and dialed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It rang twice before Reid answered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wolfe.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I need you to dig into something,\" I said, voice low. \"Neutral families adjacent to Vincenti interests. Specifically, ones operating in Spain.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause. \"You think they’re making moves already?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I know they are.\" I glanced back at the empty space where the van had been. \"Someone just sent me a gift. I need to know who.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Understood. I’ll have preliminary information by morning.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I ended the call and shoved the phone back into my pocket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stood there for another moment, staring at the concrete floor where the man had been kneeling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood from his split lip had dripped onto the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A small, dark stain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I turned and walked back toward the elevator, leaving the garage behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lake and his team would handle the cleanup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They always did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the elevator doors closed, I caught my reflection in the polished steel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Empty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dangerous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Exactly what I needed to be.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time I returned to the suite, it was past midnight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The city lights glittered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows across the marble floors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stepped inside, letting the door click shut behind me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The suite was silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Noah was still by the window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Exactly where I’d left him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he’d moved slightly, slumped down onto the floor now, back against the glass, knees pulled up to his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His clothes were still disheveled, shirt unbuttoned, pants barely pulled up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cum had dried on his thighs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked exhausted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wrecked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked up as I approached, eyes red-rimmed, expression unreadable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re back,\" he said quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I told you to stay.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I did.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stared down at him for a long moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then held out my hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hesitated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then took it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I pulled him to his feet, steadying him when he swayed slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Go clean up,\" I said flatly. \"Then get some sleep.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He nodded weakly and started toward the bathroom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Paused at the doorway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Turned back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Cassian?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are you okay?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The question caught me off guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stared at him, jaw tight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Am I okay?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I just had a man from my past delivered to me like a fucking package.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’m planning his death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And I can’t stop thinking about Julian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But I didn’t say any of that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just looked away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Go to bed, Noah.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hesitated for another second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then disappeared into the bathroom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The door clicked shut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And I stood there alone in the dark suite, fists clenched, chest tight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is just the beginning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They’re choosing sides.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And when the dust settles, there won’t be anyone left standing but me.\u003C\u002Fp>",1652,"2026-06-06T16:23:43.175Z",1,"novelbin.me","c134442a165ee4754370bfe3c3cdefd0e417090db9241296b14c8b57da6d9575","bl-bound-to-my-enemy-the-billionaire-who-took-my-chapter-50","bl-bound-to-my-enemy-the-billionaire-who-took-my-chapter-48",307,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbl-bound-to-my-enemy-the-billionaire-who-took-my-cover.jpg"]