New beginning: Billionaire love story (Claire and Alex) novel Chapter 419

Matthew’s head throbbed, a dull ache pulsing with each heartbeat. He tried to reach up to touch his forehead but stopped when he felt the tight restraints on his wrists, tying them firmly behind the back of his chair. His legs were bound, too. He cursed under his breath, struggling against the ropes, when a low voice echoed in the dark, sending a chill up his spine.

“Finally awake, are we?” Eligos’s smooth, taunting tone boomed through the warehouse, and Matthew flinched, scanning the shadows until the man stepped into view.

“Where am I?” Matthew’s voice came out hoarse, a mix of frustration and, just maybe, a bit of fear.

Eligos grinned behind his mask. “Oh, just a cozy little hideout,” he replied with mock sweetness. “An abandoned warehouse… Don’t you worry, Matthew. I’m not going to keep you here forever. Maybe.” He smirked, leaning closer, as if savoring Matthew’s discomfort.

Matthew tried to move, but the ropes just dug deeper into his skin. “You’ve got a real sense of humor, you know that?” he muttered, throwing Eligos a look filled with defiance.

Eligos didn’t respond immediately, instead reaching into his pocket and pulling out a worn file, holding it up for Matthew to see. “I came across something interesting in your… files, let’s say. It seems you and Claire enjoy a little detective work, yes?”

Matthew narrowed his eyes. “Not sure where you’re getting that idea.”

“Oh, don’t play dumb with me.” Eligos leaned forward, his voice dropping to a cold whisper. “I saw the files, Matthew. I know you two have been snooping around, digging for information. Care to explain?”

Matthew kept his gaze steady, his expression calm despite the growing knot in his stomach. “Claire doesn’t trust the police. She’d rather handle things herself, and I’m just along for the ride.”

“Is that right?” Eligos cocked his head, as if genuinely curious. “But why doesn’t she trust them?”

Matthew shrugged, his tone casual. “Who knows? Maybe she just doesn’t like their fashion sense.”

Eligos let out a low, humorless laugh. He stepped closer, the mask obscuring his expression, though Matthew imagined he was glaring. Matthew couldn’t help but smirk, glancing at the mask and raising his eyebrows.

“What’s so funny?” Eligos asked, his voice laced with irritation.

“Honestly? You look like a kid trying too hard to be scary on Halloween,” Matthew replied, a grin slipping onto his face. “Next, you’ll be begging for candy.”

Eligos’s eyes narrowed behind the mask. “You wouldn’t be laughing if you knew what I’m capable of.”

“Oh, I’m waiting for the big reveal,” Matthew shot back, feigning boredom.

Eligos’s patience snapped. He took a step closer, his posture tense. “Tell me, Matthew, who’s Allen?”

The question made Matthew’s pulse quicken, but he kept his face blank, raising an eyebrow as if clueless. “Allen? Never heard of him.”

Eligos’s jaw tightened. “Let’s try that again. Who is Allen, and why are you and Claire searching for him?”

Matthew gave a nonchalant shrug. “Like I said, no clue who you’re talking about.”

With a growl of frustration, Eligos lifted his foot and kicked the chair hard. Matthew toppled backward with a loud thud, the metal legs of the chair clanging against the cold concrete floor. Pain shot up his spine, but he bit down on a groan, refusing to give Eligos the satisfaction.

“Care to answer now?” Eligos’s tone was all mock sweetness as he peered down at Matthew.

Matthew gave a breathless laugh, wincing as he shifted against the ropes. “Funny, I thought you wanted to play twenty questions.”

Eligos’s expression soured, and he motioned for his henchman to continue. Another punch landed in Matthew’s ribs, hard enough to make him gasp, but he managed to keep his composure, biting back any sound of pain. He wasn’t about to let Eligos see him break, no matter how hard they tried.

Eligos leaned down, his voice a low hiss. “Last chance, Matthew. Tell me who Allen is.”

Matthew’s gaze was unwavering, his voice steady as he replied, “Wouldn’t tell you even if I knew.”

Eligos’s face twisted in frustration, but there was a glimmer of admiration hidden in his gaze, as if he respected Matthew’s defiance, however inconvenient it was.

“Fine,” Eligos said, his voice dripping with cold amusement. “Keep playing the hero. We’ll see how long that loyalty of yours holds out.”

He gestured to his men, who continued to deliver blow after blow, each one sending fresh waves of pain through Matthew’s body. But even as the room spun and his strength waned, Matthew held on to his resolve.

Through the haze of pain, he let out a weak chuckle, forcing himself to look at Eligos one more time. “You know,” he said, his voice hoarse, “for a guy who’s so smart, you sure picked a lousy interrogation tactic. Pretty sure Claire’s going to figure this out soon, and when she does…” He managed a grin. “You’re in for one hell of a surprise.”

Eligos stared down at him, a shadow of doubt crossing his face, but he quickly masked it with a cold, dismissive glare. “We’ll see about that,” he replied icily. “For now, you’re exactly where I want you. Let’s see if your precious Claire really cares enough to come looking.”

As Eligos turned and disappeared back into the shadows, Matthew allowed himself a small, triumphant smile, even as his body ached with pain. He’d bought himself some time, and with any luck, Claire would figure out where he was before things got any worse.

After all, he knew one thing for sure: if anyone could outsmart Eligos, it was Claire.