เข้าสู่ระบบIsla's question landed, and silence stretched on the other end for a beat."I'm calling because I need you to set up a meeting with Grayson.""..."She's asking me a favor, and the tone still manages to sound like an order."Set up dinner with Grayson for me, and I'll let you see your grandmother this weekend.""!"Isla's expression went dead serious. Her grip on the phone tightened, focus sharpening instantly.She'd seen her grandmother in person maybe twice in the last year, six-month intervals, and even then only when the Bennetts brought her along. Every other check-in came through a five-minute video call, biweekly at best."Fine! But just so you know, Grayson's extremely particular about food. If you want to impress him, you need to pick somewhere top-tier.""Obviously I know that. Just make it happen. If this goes wrong, you'll be dealing with the fallout, not me." Bianca's tone carried an unmistakable threat."..."She's asking ME for help, and somehow I'm the one who owes HER
The next day, Isla headed to work as usual.Stepping out of her cab, she spotted Grayson's car pulling in ahead. She jogged after it, breakfast in hand, determined to properly thank the Great Demon King for saving her life.The kidnapping had gone entirely unreported, no follow-up, no fallout, and not a single word from Bianca since. Whatever happened that night had been quietly buried, and remarkably, it hadn't touched her standing at the Vale estate at all.Grayson must have made a few calls to make this whole thing disappear."Mr. Vale, wait up!" Isla called, jogging with her bag and breakfast in hand.Grayson stopped at the sound, turning to watch her hurry toward him.She arrived flushed and bright in the morning light, eyes sparkling, full of energy despite everything."Ankle's better? You're already back at work?""Hehe, it's nothing serious. Flats are working fine for now. Honestly the head injury's been more annoying, some memory gaps here and there. Didn't want to fall behin
Exhausted, Isla let herself be carried out of the building. She wanted nothing more than to sleep, but stepping outside, she found the entire campus lit up floor to ceiling, a crowd of faculty waiting anxiously nearby.Dozens of teachers and students packed the hillside, it looked like half the school had turned out.Isla wanted desperately to hide her face, but with nothing to cover herself and nowhere to go, she just turned her head, shut her eyes, and lay limp against Grayson's chest, playing corpse.Grayson: "..."He carried her the entire way down the hill without setting her down once. Marcus pulled the car around, opened the door, and stood aside as Grayson settled her into the back seat.Isla grabbed a fistful of his sleeve, refusing to let go. "It'll get dirty... I'll ruin your seats."Wrapped in nothing but his oversized suit jacket, barely covered, she was terrified her blood would stain the leather.Her small face was a portrait of genuine distress.Grayson actually paused
Isla's eyes flicked to the shoes, then down at herself. Torn clothing, barely covering anything. If a strange man walked in on her like thisBang! The door was wrenched open.Through her panic, she saw Grayson's furious face.Every ounce of terror that had built up in her chest suddenly, impossibly, drained away.Never in a million years did I think this insufferable man would be the sight that made me feel safe."WAAAAH!!" Isla broke down sobbing, tears streaming as she looked up at him.The second Grayson took in her red, swollen eyes and disheveled state, he felt something dark and violent surge through him."Idiot woman." His voice came out cold, though relief was plainly winning out under the anger.He crouched down and gathered her up into his arms without hesitation.Isla, hoisted up in one arm, cried harder than she ever had in her life. Minutes ago she'd been terrified beyond words, now, seeing his furious, familiar face, she simply felt safe.He tore the tape from her mouth
When Isla came to again, her wrists and ankles were bound, locked inside some kind of bathroom stall.No light. Just cold, damp dark. Terror hit her instantly. Her clothes were soaked through, barely covering her at all.Kidnapped. Who? Bianca? Torn clothing, no obvious physical injury beyond the ankle, all-female captors, this had Bianca written all over it.I HELPED her. And this is how she repays it.Every small movement sent pain lancing through her body, throbbing ankle, pounding head.She tried to call out and couldn't force a sound past the gag. Disheveled, exhausted, utterly helpless.That absolute snake. I did exactly what she asked and she still turned on me.Isla had forgotten how petty Bianca actually was, furious that Grayson had brushed her off in favor of Isla earlier, and now that she'd finally landed his attention, apparently this was payback for the earlier slight.Vicious. Genuinely vicious.The gag in her mouth turned her stomach, nausea rising with every breath.S
"Of course, happy to accommodate Ms. Bennett."Isla got pushed aside entirely. Hearing his amused tone and watching Bianca practically preen, something cold settled in her chest.Bianca wasted no time throwing the door open and sliding in next to Grayson."Thank you, Mr. Vale," she said, batting her lashes with practiced shyness.Isla climbed in after and settled at the far end. Bianca, seated close beside Grayson, radiated giddy anticipation. Grayson himself looked oddly content, an easy smile on his face.Maybe she actually pulled it off.Isla had barely sat down when a sharp pain shot through her leg."Ow!"Bianca had pinched her, hard, out of sight."Isla, you okay?" Bianca asked, all fake concern.Behind Grayson's back, her expression twisted with irritation, punctuated by a pointed wink.Isla got the message. Ignoring the fresh bruise blooming on her leg, she played along. "Actually I think I left something backstage. I need to go grab it.""Really? Nothing else you wanted to sa







