[BL] His Enemy’s Life Became His To Guard


Synopsis 


Seven years ago, Ethan watched his family die in flames—an attack ordered by one name everyone feared: Logan, a ruthless corporate ruler whose power crushed anyone who crossed him.

Ethan disappears and rebuilds himself in the shadows, driven by a single purpose—revenge.

To get close enough to kill Logan, he becomes his personal bodyguard.

He returns under a false identity and infiltrates Logan’s inner circle as his personal bodyguard, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. 

But the longer he works by Logan’s side, the clearer it becomes that Logan’s life is in danger—and that he can trust no one.

He begins to realize that Logan isn’t the ruthless monster the rumors described.

He’s surrounded by enemies and  trapped in a violent power struggle. 

But how could Ethan believe this when he had seen it with his own eyes—his parents burning, and the person responsible claiming they were carrying out Logan’s orders for failing to uphold a deal?

Revenge should have been the only thing on his mind. Yet no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t stop the conflicting feelings stirring in his chest.

Then came the day Logan appeared before him, bloodied, trembling, and teary-eyed, looking at him with a trust that terrified Ethan.

“You’re the only one I can trust to protect me,” Logan whispered, his voice cracking. “Promise me, Ethan… please. Promise you’ll stay by my side!”

Ethan’s heart clenched. How could he make such a promise?

The very reason he had come was to have his revenge—to kill the man who had destroyed his family.

And yet… looking at Logan now, bloodied, trembling, and pleading, something inside him wavered.

Could Logan really have killed his parents?

Could he trust himself to protect the enemy he had sworn to destroy?

The second I dropped into the driver's seat, cold metal pressed hard against the back of my head.


Not my forehead. No. This idiot couldn't even threaten me correctly.


The barrel dug into my skull like he thought he was starring in some low-budget action movie.


Now why the fuck is this bastard pointing a gun at the back of my head?


The anger I'd been holding back from that shitshow interview boiled over so fast I had to grip the steering wheel tighter just to keep from snapping.


If this clown had any clue how pissed I already was, he would've whispered every single word like he was scared of his own shadow.


I reached forward, twisted the key, and let the engine rumble to life under me.


My hands stayed steady as I shifted into drive, I checked the mirrors like it was any normal day, and eased the car out of the VIP spot.


Chapter 11 - Your Wish Is My Command