[{"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-69":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},1735827,2219,"Chapter 69: Angel","bl-bound-to-my-enemy-the-billionaire-who-took-my-chapter-69",69,"\u003Cp>I opened my messages. I found his contact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I attached the photo. My thumb hovered over the send button. My heart was racing, a frantic drumbeat in my ears. Let’s see how you like THIS, Cassian. Let’s see you ignore me now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I hit send.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment the ’Delivered’ checkmark appeared, the alcohol-induced bravado vanished, replaced by a wave of cold, paralyzing dread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh fuck,\" I whispered. \"Oh no. No, no, no.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I frantically tapped the message, hitting ’Delete for Everyone.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The status changed. Seen. He’d seen it. He’d seen the photo of Alex Hendrix, his rival, with his hands on my throat and his lips on mine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I sat there, frozen, staring at the screen. The little typing bubble appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cassian is typing...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My breath hitched. I could almost feel the vibration of his rage through the glass of the phone. I waited for the explosion. I waited for the text telling me I was fired, or dead, or both.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bubble disappeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I waited. One minute. Two. The screen stayed blank. No message came through. He had seen me in the arms of his enemy and he hadn’t even bothered to reply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rejection hurt worse than a physical blow. It was the ultimate insult. He didn’t even care enough to be angry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fine,\" I hissed, shoving the phone into my pocket. \"If I don’t exist to you, then you don’t exist to me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I grabbed the nearest bottle, something dark and expensive, and poured myself a glass. I drank it straight. Then another. I was going to drown the image of that disappearing typing bubble if it was the last thing I did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ll be right back,\" Alex said, leaning in to brush a strand of hair from my forehead. \"Bathroom. Don’t go anywhere.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"M’not going anywhere,\" I slurred, waving a hand dismissively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I leaned against the bar, the world beginning to spin in earnest now. The music was a physical force, vibrating through my teeth. I felt warm, too warm. A strange, buzzing sensation started at the base of my spine and began to spread. My skin felt hypersensitive, every brush of a stranger’s sleeve feeling like an electric shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I didn’t notice them at first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three men. They were standing by the speakers, watching me. They weren’t dancing. They weren’t drinking. They were hunting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I felt their eyes on me like a cold draft. I tried to move away, stumbling slightly as I headed toward the quieter lounge area, but they followed. They moved with a synchronized, predatory grace that sliced through my drunken fog.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I turned a corner near the back hallway, hoping to find the exit or Alex, but I found a dead end. A wall of mirrors and a locked door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I turned around. They were there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lead guy was tall, with a jagged scar across his eyebrow and a look of pure, filtered malice. The other two flanked him, closing the gap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You look lost, little one,\" the lead guy said, his voice a low, raspy growl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m... I’m fine,\" I said, trying to steady my voice. \"My friend is right there. Alex Hendrix. You know him?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They laughed. It wasn’t a nice sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alex is busy,\" the one on the left said. \"We think you look like you need some new friends.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They closed in. I backed against the wall, the cold glass of the mirror pressing into my spine. My body was betraying me. The buzzing was louder now, a frantic, humming heat that made my breath come in short, shallow gasps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something is wrong, I thought, the realization piercing through the alcohol. My drink. Was it the drink?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I felt a sudden, terrifying surge of arousal. It was misplaced, violent, and utterly overwhelming. My senses were dialed up to eleven. I could smell the stale beer on their breath, the cheap cologne, the sweat. I could feel the heat radiating from them. I was terrified, my heart hammering against my ribs, but my body was reacting as if it were in the middle of a fever dream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Look at him,\" the scar-faced one whispered, reaching out a hand. \"He’s shaking. He likes it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No,\" I gasped, trying to push his hand away. My limbs felt like lead. I was too sensitive, too raw. Every touch felt like a burn. \"Get... get away.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He grabbed my wrist, pinning it against the wall. His other hand reached for my waist. I tried to scream, but my throat felt constricted. The world was blurring into a kaleidoscope of fear and unwanted heat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, the man was gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was a sound, a wet, sickening thud, and the guy pinning me was slammed into the opposite wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alex appeared out of the darkness like a vengeful spirit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t hesitate. He didn’t lead with words. He moved with a brutal, efficient violence I hadn’t expected from the \"angelic\" CEO. He caught the second guy with a sharp elbow to the throat and a devastating kick to the knee. The sound of breaking bone echoed in the narrow hallway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The third guy didn’t stay to find out what happened next. He bolted back into the crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alex didn’t chase him. He turned to me, his chest heaving slightly, his eyes wide with a manic, protective light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Noah! Noah, are you okay? Did they touch you? Did they hurt you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was all over me, his hands cupping my face, checking for injuries. He pulled me away from the wall, tucking me into his side. I was shaking, my vision swimming, the buzzing In my blood reaching a crescendo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alex,\" I whimpered, leaning into him. I couldn’t stand. My legs felt like jelly. \"I... I feel weird. Everything... everything is too much.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ve got you,\" Alex whispered, his voice soothing and firm. He led me toward a secluded, private booth in the back, away from the prying eyes of the club. \"You’re safe now. I’m right here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I slumped into the plush velvet seat, my head spinning. I was safe, but I wasn’t okay. The heat in my blood was still there, a pulsing, demanding throb that made me want to crawl out of my own skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I looked at Alex. He looked perfect. He looked like the man who had just saved my life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as I leaned my head against his shoulder, closing my eyes against the spinning room, a single, agonizing thought pierced through the fog.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cassian saw the photo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he didn’t come.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The \"angel\" was holding me, but all I could feel was the crushing weight of the devil who had let me go. And as the darkness began to pull at the edges of my vision, I realized that my reckless provocation hadn’t just failed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had destroyed me.\u003C\u002Fp>",1136,"2026-06-06T16:23:43.455Z",1,"novelbin.me","22824f566d12b6d4b825ca3be14f738064fa035c4990afffb677cd536a6c42ae","bl-bound-to-my-enemy-the-billionaire-who-took-my-chapter-70","bl-bound-to-my-enemy-the-billionaire-who-took-my-chapter-224",307,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbl-bound-to-my-enemy-the-billionaire-who-took-my-cover.jpg"]