Forbiddenly Bound To You
Chapter 28: Missing

Chapter 28: Missing

Lily sat in her office chair, intently scrolling through her Hellogram app. Her usual routine was interrupted by a post from an anonymous user. The post featured a photo of Mira and Zamian together, which left Lily in shock. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. The sight of Mira and Zamian in such a context was unexpected and unsettling.

As Lily continued to scroll through the comments, her concern grew. Her mind raced as she tried to make sense of the situation. Suddenly, she remembered seeing Mira walking through the hallway earlier and wondered if the post was related to her sudden appearance. Her face paled as she pieced it all together.

She realized she needed to act quickly. Without hesitation, she rushed out of her office and headed toward Mira’s office with a sense of dread and determination. When she reached Mira’s office, she flung open the door, only to find it empty except for some of Mira’s personal belongings. The room was eerily quiet and devoid of its usual occupant.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she looked around, unable to believe Mira was gone. Without wasting any time, she dashed back outside. Her anxiety increased when she saw James quickly packing up and preparing to leave.

"Is Mira in there?" Lily asked.

"No, I am looking for her," James said.

Desperation in her voice, Lily called out to James, "I’ll check inside the company to see if Mira’s still here. Can you look outside, maybe at the convenience store?"

James nodded in understanding and hurriedly got into his car. The vehicle sped off, leaving Lily to handle the search inside the company.

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Inside a luxurious, limited-edition sports car, Zamian sped through the streets with relentless speed. The high-performance vehicle intensified the suffocating tension, making the atmosphere inside almost unbearable. Zamian’s anger was palpable, his focus razor-sharp as he navigated the night.

With his knuckles white on the steering wheel, Zamian reached for his phone. His movements were quick and purposeful as he dialed a number. As the call connected, his voice cut through the silence with cold authority. "Shut down the company now," he commanded, his tone brooking no dissent.

On the other end, the response was immediate and compliant. "Y-yes, sir."

Zamian’s gaze remained steely as he ended the call, his anger evident in his clenched jaw. The car hurtled forward, the streets blurring past in a dizzying rush. Inside the vehicle, the tension was almost tangible, the opulence of the car overshadowed by the urgency of the situation. Every moment was charged with the gravity of Zamian’s decisions as he drove on, determined to address the crisis at hand.

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Meanwhile, Mira was in a completely different situation. She found herself in a dimly lit, strangely luxurious room. The atmosphere was oppressively quiet, and Mira’s head spun as she slowly regained consciousness. She blinked several times, trying to adjust her blurry vision. The room was decorated in rich, opulent fabrics and furnishings, giving it an expensive and somewhat intimidating aura.

Her throat was parched, and her lips were dry and cracked. Panic started to rise in her chest, a suffocating fear that gripped her as she tried to piece together how she had ended up in this place. Her heart raced, pounding against her ribcage like a drumbeat of dread. Every fiber of her being screamed that something was terribly wrong.

The last thing she remembered was the sudden, disorienting darkness that had swallowed her whole. She had been walking, her thoughts preoccupied with the events of the day, when everything had gone black. The memory sent a chill down her spine, making her shiver despite the warmth of the room.

Mira felt utterly alone and vulnerable in the unfamiliar surroundings. The opulence of the room only served to heighten her unease. It was as if the very luxury of the place was a mockery of her current predicament, a gilded cage that reminded her of how trapped she was. Her mind whirled with questions, none of which had easy answers. Where was she? How had she gotten here? And most importantly, who had brought her?

A sense of helplessness washed over her, but Mira fought to keep it at bay. She couldn’t afford to fall apart, not now. Not when her life might be on the line. As her vision began to clear, she caught snippets of a conversation from outside the room. The words were muffled, but she could make out a question: "Why doesn’t the boss want us to harm her?"

Her heart skipped a beat. The mention of the boss and the implication of harm filled her with dread. She turned her head slightly, trying to see who was outside, but her efforts were in vain. A tall, well-built man entered the room. He seemed to be on high alert, and his presence added to Mira’s sense of vulnerability.

Panic surged through her veins like ice water. Every instinct told her to flee, to find some way out of this nightmare, but her body was frozen in place. Mira’s breath came in shallow, rapid gasps as she quickly shut her eyes, pretending to be unconscious. Her mind raced, frantically trying to think of a way to escape or at least gather information about her captors. She could hear the man’s heavy footsteps approaching, each thud echoing in her ears like the tolling of a death knell.

The man spoke with an air of authority. "The boss is here."

Mira’s heart leaped in her chest. The mention of the boss only heightened her anxiety, sending a fresh wave of terror coursing through her. What kind of person would orchestrate something like this? And what did they want with her?

As the door creaked open, Mira slowly opened her eyes, trying to see who was entering. She needed to know who was behind this, if only to understand her situation better. The fear was almost unbearable, a heavy weight pressing down on her chest, but she forced herself to remain still, to keep her emotions in check.

As the figure stepped into the room, Mira’s eyes widened in shock, her breath catching in her throat as she recognized the familiar face. All the fear and confusion swirling inside her coalesced into a single, overpowering emotion: betrayal. How could he be involved in this? How could he do this to her?

Her mouth moved, but her voice was barely a whisper, strained and hoarse from her earlier distress.

"Zack,"