Bitten By The Billionaire: My Darkest Night

Chapter 2 No.2

Word Count: 788 | Released on: 22/01/2026

o smooth it felt like glass. The driveway was heated; she could see

aggressive: raw, imposing concrete slabs and sheets of black glass that reflected nothing but the darkness.

nd the silence that followed was absolute. No crickets. No dist

e caught a flicker of movement, a glint of coated glass where no light should be. Her training screamed optics, but her face only showed a shiver from the co

that didn't exist. She walked to the massive front door. There was no doorbell, no

lf staring into the unnerving red light, and the heavy door sl

derless, echoed from hidden spe

her sweat-dampened skin like a physical blow. The foyer was cavernous, with ceilings that vanished

k, black table. It was the only furnit

voice sounded thin, swallowed

ans

d the cold surface of the table, and a shiver ran down her spine. It wasn't

t was shrouded in darkness, but the shad

a check or a few singles. It felt thic

sp, one-hundre

d dollars for twenty dollars' worth of mediocre Ku

ate immigrant, she would be

, her movements jerky. She let her eyes widen

spered to the empty room,

he looked up. A camera lens rotated, zooming in directly on

door, clutching her pocket as if she

e said again, l

gh the narrowing gap sideways, rushing back to the scooter. She fumbled with th

e driveway faster than she should h

window on the second floor. A

dford studied the screen. The image was frozen on he

screen flashed data

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tension in her forearms. It wasn't the white-knuckled grip of fear. It wa

he murmured t

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Bitten By The Billionaire: My Darkest Night

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“I spent three weeks scrubbing carbonized grease off woks at the Jade Garden, hiding my elite tactical training behind raw knuckles and a practiced, submissive stutter. My mission was the only thing keeping me sane: finding my sister, Elena, who vanished into thin air after her phone last pinged near the city's Restricted Sector. The breakthrough came when my boss, a bully named Uncle Wong, forced me to take a delivery to 101 Blackwood Drive-a high-security fortress where the drivers whispered that people went in and never came back right. It was a geographic match for Elena's last known location, but as I rode my battered scooter toward the massive steel gates, I realized I wasn't just investigating a lead; I was walking into a spider's web. The mansion was a monolith of cold concrete and military-grade surveillance, owned by Hugh Bradford, a billionaire who controlled the city's elite like puppets. During my delivery, the magnetic locks hissed shut, the lights died, and I was plunged into absolute darkness with a predator who didn't want my money. Bradford pinned me against a stainless steel counter and did something unthinkable: he sank his teeth into my shoulder, using the rhythm of my frantic pulse to anchor his own fractured mind. I escaped with a bruised neck and a thousand-dollar "tip," feeling the crushing weight of his violation and the terrifying realization that my "clumsy immigrant" act hadn't fooled him for a second. I didn't understand why a man of his power would treat a delivery girl like a biological drug, or what he had done to the other girls who had vanished behind those black glass walls. My heart hammered against my ribs as I realized I was being hunted by a man who could buy and sell my life a thousand times over. "You're terrified," he had whispered in the dark, and for the first time in years, I wasn't faking it. Back in my apartment, I found a note tucked inside the cash that confirmed my worst fears: "For the inconvenience. See you Tuesday." He thinks he's found a new toy to play with, but he just gave me the one thing I needed to find my sister-an invitation to go back inside and finish what I started.”