Semua Bab My Possessive CEO (Can love conquer pain?): Bab 91 - Bab 100

“Run.”The word tears out of her.Sharp. Immediate. Terrified.My grip tightens instinctively.“No.”Too late.He’s already moving.Not fast.Not rushed.Controlled.Like he knows we can’t escape.Like he’s done this before.“Still giving orders, Maria?” he says calmly, stepping closer. “That hasn’t changed.”Her entire body locks.Not from injury.From recognition.“You shouldn’t be here,” she whispers.“And yet,” he replies softly, “here I am.”I shift slightly, placing myself between them.“Stop,” she says instantly.I don’t move.“Leon—stop.”“He’s not a threat.”The words are wrong the moment they leave her mouth.Because her voice—doesn’t believe them.My focus sharpens.“You know him.”Silence.Heavy.Tight.“Yes,” she says finally.“From before.”Her breath trembles.“From everything.”That’s enough.I step forward.“Then he doesn’t get any closer.”He smiles.Slow.Measured.Amused.“You always did pick the dangerous ones,” he murmurs, his gaze flicking briefly to me before

Cold water hits my face.Hard.Sharp.Dragging me back.I gasp—air tears into my lungs—vision snapping into focus too fast.Too bright.Too controlled.No restraints.That’s the first thing I notice.No chains.No cuffs.No obvious force.Which means—this is worse.“Good,” a voice says calmly. “You’re awake.”I don’t move.Not yet.I take in everything.Room—white, clean, minimal.One door.One mirror.No cameras visible.Which means they’re hidden.Always hidden.“I expected you to take longer,” he continues.I turn my head slowly.And there he is.The one who took me.Standing like he belongs here.Like he built this.“You’re not supposed to be alive,” I say.A faint smile.“Neither are you.”Silence.Because that’s not wrong.“Where am I?”“You know.”I do.I hate that I do.“This place was shut down.”“No,” he corrects. “It was repurposed.”“For what?”“For you.”My chest tightens.Not fear.Recognition.“You brought me back.”“Yes.”“Why?”A pause.Then—“Because you left unfi

The doors slam shut.Locked.Sealed.Final.Red light floods the room, sharp and blinding, cutting through every shadow.For half a second—everything stops.Then—it doesn’t.I move.Fast.Straight to the door.Grip. Pull.No give.Reinforced.Expected.“Biometric lock engaged,” a voice echoes through the ceiling. Calm. Mechanical. Controlled.Not hers.Not fully.But close enough to matter.I step back slowly.Recalibrating.The screen flickers again.She’s still there.Watching.But something’s wrong.Not her posture.Not her face.The timing.Too perfect.Too still.“You shouldn’t have come,” she repeats.Same words.Same tone.Looped.My focus sharpens instantly.“You’re not controlling this,” I say.No response.The image glitches—just slightly.There.A delay.A fraction.Enough.“This isn’t you,” I continue.The screen freezes.Then—resets.Her expression shifts again.Not cold this time.Not distant.Something else.Something… strained.“Leon—”The word cuts off sharply.Li

Darkness.Not silence.Not peace.Just—nothing.Then—pain.Sharp.Explosive.Ripping through my skull like something is trying to tear its way out.I gasp.Air crashes into my lungs.Vision flickers—white—black—white again.And then—voices.“Stabilize her!”“She’s resisting the wipe—”“Push it through!”Hands grab me.Cold.Rough.Unfamiliar.I try to move—can’t.My body won’t respond.Like I’m trapped inside it.Like something else is holding the controls.No.No, no, no—I force it.Push.Fight.Something cracks—just slightly—and my fingers twitch.“Movement detected!”“Sedate—now!”A sharp sting hits my neck—liquid fire spreads instantly—but I don’t go under.Not fully.Not this time.Because something inside me—something buried—is screaming.Don’t let them take it.Take what?I don’t know.I don’t remember.But it matters.I know it matters.My eyes snap open.Blurred.Distorted.But enough.White room.Different from before.Not clean.Not controlled.This one is—ru

The blade is already moving.Too fast.Too close.And I’m not in position to stop it.Then—she is.Maria moves without thinking.Without hesitation.Without permission.She steps between us.The strike meant for me—lands on her.A sharp sound.A breath ripped out of her.Everything stops.For half a second—no one moves.Not me.Not him.Not even her.Then—she collapses.“Maria!”I catch her before she hits the ground.Too light.Too still.Too wrong.“No—no, stay with me,” I say, pressing my hand against the wound.Warm.Too much.Her blood.Again.Always her.Her eyes flutter open.Barely.Unfocused.Then—they find me.And everything in them breaks.“I didn’t mean to…” she whispers.“I know.”“I hurt you—”“I’m fine.”“I lost control—”“You’re still here.”Her breathing shakes.Fragile.Like it might stop if she lets go.“They’re inside my head,” she says, voice cracking. “I can feel them.”My jaw tightens.“I know.”“No—you don’t,” she chokes. “It’s not just control… it’s like—