All Chapters of Bound by a Prank: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"What the heck do you think I am? A child?" With her ballistic voice, Dalmi hurled her bag towards the mattress.She had been out for a night, but her parents called her and told her to go home. After being furious for a halted adventure, she was welcomed by this sudden announcement.Her father walks near her, his hands reaching out to her thin, paper-white skin, but she moved backward and slapped his hand away. Her brows crimped, and her eyes bloodshot."Dalmi, we are just thinking about your future and–" triggered by his father's peeving voice, she interrupted."Thinking about my future, my ass! You're doing it for yourself!"She clamps her fingers into white-knuckled vise-grips, trying to prevent more words from coming out of her lips."Your mouth, Dalmi! That was your dad!" Her Mom stood up and pointed at her."What? You are telling me to get married to a man I don't even know! How come it was alright for you?" Dalmi gritted

Most of the time, Dalmi will confidently strut the way towards the man she is attracted to. She always believed that a man can still smile when a beautiful woman talks in front of them, but with Casimir Thompson, she feels the opposite.She rejected her when she professed her feelings for him, and now she is walking to where he is...to make things work for her. She needs to be good. There is no room for rejection right now, and she needs to make it work. This would be her only chance, and although this was just a prank or a dare made by her friends, she knows it would be a help for her to be free. Those words kept on playing on her mind continuously. It was like a chant that she could not forget even for a second.She shook her head and retook a deep, long sigh. She curled her index finger on her hair to make the perm more defined and puckered her lips before finally walking towards the man sitting on a high stool in front of the bar counter.Dalmi made sure tha

 Dalmi’s eyes dropped at the man’s clothes. He was now wearing a baby blue polo and a pair of black slacks as his bottoms. His hair done neatly and the same stern look from last night was plastered on his face. Her eyes then slowly shifted to her body.I look like a mess. She told herself when she saw how big her shirt was. It was tucked inside a pair of fitted black pants, but her messy bun told her how inappropriate and embarrassing her clothes compared to the people in front of her.Dalmi cleared her throat and averted her gaze from the man. She knew looking at him for so long would make her remember her vivid memories from last night, and it would take her out of focus. She then took a deep breath and tread to her father’s side, dropping three of her cards that are all suspended.“How can you do this to me? You made me feel like I am a beggar!” Dalmi exploded, not minding even if

“Yuck! Ew! You do this inside the office on working hours?!” Dalmi’s face contorted as she pick her bag up, slightly acting like she’ll puke. “Dalmi! What are you doing here?” Carden immediately stood up and walk towards her, reaching for her bag but she hid it behind her, refusing his fake act on being a gentleman. “Why? I have something to tell you...” Dalmi looked up on Carden. He was towering over her. “And who is the old woman? I didn’t know you fancy even the grandmothers,” she shamelessly said. Carden reached for her elbow, leaning his face forward and whispered, “She is an investor, don’t be ridiculous...” Dalmi rolled her eyes and removed his hand on her, marching towards the lady with her eyebrows arched. She sat in front of her, crossing her legs as she plaster an arrogant smile on he

Dalmi touched her forehead, wiping the sweat falling down her face as she cut another portion of the potato. In her mind, she had been murdering Carden’s body. If only he refused the marriage and accept one of my recommendations, I should spend my time watching Netflix by now. Dalmi wasn’t a good cook. She doesn’t even know how to fry, and that pineapple chicken is so hard to cook! She regretted that she told him she would cook. But isn’t it your goal? Dalmi asked herself and stopped cutting the vegetable into cubes. She wanted to turn him off. And this is a way to do it. She grinned and picked the carrots on the table, holding it vertically as she called for the old lady. “Yes, Miss?” Manang Letty bowed her head as she stood in front of the young lady. “How do you cut this thing?” she asked,