Bound to my Enemy novel Chapter 232

Chapter 232: Chapter 232.

I let go of him. My fingers just... give out and his body drops the last few inches with a dull, heavy thump, his head hitting the floor harder than I expect. I flinch instinctively, my heart jumping straight into my throat, I just freeze there, staring at him, Half-expecting footsteps to come running but nothing happens.

I swallow hard, forcing myself to move and having no pity, not even a little. Whatever he came here to do....whatever they all came here to do.....it wasn’t good. And if I hadn’t fought back...i don’t even let my mind finish that thought as I turn sharply toward Zane’s office door, my hand immediately grabbing the handle again. Please Just open, just this once. I twist it harder this time and shove my shoulder slightly into the door, like maybe force will do what logic won’t. Nothing happens it doesn’t even budge and I’m not even surprised there Zane doesn’t do "easy."

A shaky breath leaves me.

"Okay... okay, think..."

My eyes drop to the keypad again but my brain feels foggy, like it’s struggling to work through the panic still buzzing under my skin.

Password. What would he use? It has to be something important right? That’s what most people use...Something personalk, something he wouldn’t forget.

I squeeze my eyes shut for half a second, forcing myself to think past the noise in my head.

Zane isn’t random. He’s deliberate and eerything he does has meaning. So the code has to mean something, then it hits me.

His sister.

But I don’t know his sisters birthday....or maybe knowinf Zane he would chose the day she died.....so I try to remember .....the day flashes in my mind so vividly it almost feels like I’m back there. Zane’s mood.....dark, unpredictable and distant. I remember asking Margaret what was wrong, the way her face softened with something like pity.

"He’s like this every year," she had said quietly. "Today is the day his sister died."

My chest tightens at the memory. He loved her, that much was obvious, even without him saying it out loud. Still does...So it has to be that.

It has to be.

My fingers move quickly over the keypad, punching in the date as I remember it. Eavh number feeling like a gamble. A risk...and a prayer.

Come on....Please.. I silently pray in my mind as I press the final digit and for one hopeful second.....Nothing happens.

Then...a sharp buzz goes through the air and the keypad flashes red.

Wrong code.

My stomach drops instantly.

"Fuck!"

The word comes out louder than I intend, sharp and frustrated and laced with panic.

I stare at the keypad like maybe it’ll change its mind, like maybe I somehow imagined the rejection.

But the red light stays unmoving and just like that.....Hope slips through my fingers again.

I think for a second and I don’t even know why I do it. Maybe it’s panic or it’s desperation.

Maybe my brain is just throwing out anything at this point. But my fingers move anywa, bfr I can overthink it and stop myself.

I punch in my birthday.

The numbers blur slightly because my hands are still shaking so badly. It feels stupid the second I finish typing. Why would he use my birthday?That doesn’t even make sense.

Zane isn’t sentimental like that, he’s calculated and Cold. Not.....this. Still, my finger hovers over the final button for a split second, then I press it. There’s a tiny pause barely even a second but it stretches for me, long enough for doubt to creep in, long enough for me to almost pull my hand away and try something else.....Then...a soft mechanical buzz sounds and the keypad flashes green.

Green!.

My eyes widen so fast it actually hurts.For a second, I just stare at it, like I’m not understanding what I’m seeing. Cause No way, no actual way.

I test the handle slowly, Half-expecting it to still be locked, half-expecting this to be some kind of glitch. But the second I twist....it gives and the door unlocks smoothly beneath my hand as my breath catches.

"What the hell..."

The words slip out under my breath, barely audible. Of all things, of all possible codes.

My birthday? Why? Why would he.....No.

No, I don’t have time for that.Not now, not with armed men somewhere in this house and with Zane out there, with my heart still racing like I might pass out any second.

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