[{"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-58":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},1735800,2219,"Chapter 58: Distracted pt 2","bl-bound-to-my-enemy-the-billionaire-who-took-my-chapter-58",58,"\u003Cp>Then the wrists. The fingers. One by one, I turned the man into a collection of broken parts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’m going to make all of them pay, I thought, the rhythm of the hammer providing a steady beat to the mantra. Every person who was there. Every person who helped. Every person who took him from me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time I was finished, Lopez was barely a man. He was breathing, but he would never walk again. He would never hold a weapon again. He was a living ghost, a message waiting to be delivered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bundle him up,\" I said, wiping a stray drop of blood from my cheek with a silk handkerchief. \"We are going to give our next target a little heads up.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I walked out of the processing plant without looking back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The drive back to Seville was long and cold. I sat in the backseat, the city lights blurring into streaks of neon as we sped down the highway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out, expecting a report from Lake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, the screen lit up with a name that made me exhale a long, weary breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cyan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I answered. I didn’t even have a chance to say hello before a voice shrieked into my ear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"CASSIE! OH MY GOD, CASSIE!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I pulled the phone six inches away from my head. \"Hello to you too, Cyan.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Since when did you get out of prison?! Why didn’t you call me?! I had to find out from the news! The news, Cassian! I don’t even watch TV! I only saw it because I was at the gym and it was on the big screen and I almost dropped a dumbbell on my foot!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I forgot,\" I said nonchalantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Forgot?! How could you forget me?! We were cell-block soulmates! We shared a toaster, Cassian! A toaster!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I closed my eyes. Cyan was the son of a wealthy family who had served time for drug possession and a string of felonies he’d committed mostly out of boredom. He could have been out in weeks with his family’s lawyers, but he’d stayed for nearly a year because he claimed he \"liked the vibe\" and \"the jumpsuits brought out his eyes.\" He was a lunatic, but a loyal one. He’d latched onto me during my eighteenth month and had refused to let go ever since.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I apologize, Cyan,\" I said dryly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fine! I forgive you because I’m a saint. Anyway, I’m in Spain! I live here now! Well, I live everywhere, but currently, I have a boutique in Seville. You MUST visit. I’m sending you the address. If you don’t show up, I will find you, and I will be very loud and embarrassing in public.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ll see what I can do.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You better! Bye, Cassie!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The line went dead. I stared at the phone. \"Another headache,\" I muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The car pulled up to the hotel. I felt the weight of the day pressing into my shoulders. I wanted a drink. I wanted a shower. And, much to my own annoyance, I wanted to see Noah. I’d been hard on him at the hospital, perhaps too hard, even for me. I’d considered an apology. Or at least, a less-insulting demand for his presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as I stepped off the elevator into the penthouse foyer, the atmosphere shifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My security team was standing like statues, their faces masks of professional dread. Lake stepped forward, his jaw tight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is Noah in?\" I asked, my voice already sharpening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lake shook his head. \"No, sir.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I didn’t ask questions. I walked straight to the monitoring station in the side room. \"Show me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The footage was clear. Noah leaving the hotel, looking over his shoulder like a guilty child. And then, the sleek car pulling up. Alexander Hendrix stepping out, smiling that polished, \"angelic\" smile, and ushering Noah inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My jaw tightened until it ached.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d left. After I’d told him to stay. After he’d nearly died. He’d gone straight to the one man he knew would irritate me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I didn’t go after him. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of a chase. Instead, I went to the living room, poured myself a double whiskey, and sat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I waited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thirty minutes. One hour. Two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I watched the clock, the ice in my glass melting into the amber liquid. I loosened my tie, pulling it free and tossing it onto the table. I unbuttoned my shirt, the cool air hit my chest, but it didn’t do anything to dampen the fire burning in my gut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, the door opened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I didn’t move. I stayed in the shadows of the high-backed chair, watching as Noah stumbled in. He looked flushed. Happy. There was a lightness to his step that hadn’t been there this afternoon. He looked... pretty. Soft.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was humming. A tiny, cheerful tune that grated against my nerves like a serrated blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was halfway across the room before he realized I was there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stopped dead. The color drained from his face, his \"independent\" posture crumbling in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I let the silence hang, thick and suffocating. I leaned forward, the light from the window catching the gold of my watch and the ice in my glass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re late,\" I said. My voice was a low, raspy growl, raw from the smoke of the processing plant and the whiskey in my throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood there, frozen, looking like a deer staring into the barrel of a gun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Cassian,\" he breathed, his voice trembling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I pushed myself to my feet. I was exhausted, I was covered in the metaphorical filth of a murder-interrogation, and I was dangerously, violently sober. I walked toward him, my movements slow and deliberate, closing the space until I could smell his clothes and the lingering scent of Hendrix’s cologne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stopped inches from him, looming over him until he was forced to tilt his head back to meet my eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Where,\" I whispered, the word vibrating with a promise of consequences, \"have you been?\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1004,"2026-06-06T16:23:43.455Z",1,"novelbin.me","31d8c3fbe3435055fac4efd6a119a5e917538b607fe2a270e1a52e77de963099","bl-bound-to-my-enemy-the-billionaire-who-took-my-chapter-59","bl-bound-to-my-enemy-the-billionaire-who-took-my-chapter-208",307,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbl-bound-to-my-enemy-the-billionaire-who-took-my-cover.jpg"]