All Chapters of Bound By Our Pasts: I Married My Ex's Ruthless Brother.: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I once was known as the Ruthless King in both the financial world and the criminal world. Well, that’s what the word was on the street a year ago, anyway.Ruthless King.Intolerant King.Just ask my ex-girlfriend who thought it would be fun to fuck my brother, Matthias, in front of a camera that was live-streaming across the net in sixty-seven countries. The memory of their betrayal still leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. The one good thing that came out of it was my drive to find Arnica Savage, who still holds my brother's heart captive without even knowing it.Me being with Arnica will drive my brother wild with jealousy that will eventually ruin his and Tessas' fake relationship.Arnica will be everyones demise and she has no idea who she truly is or who is behind her mothers death.It’s been twelve months and eight days since a war erupted between the Quinn and Lorenzo family. The war between our two families was initiated when the Lorenzo family executed my mother and little sis

Confusion engulfs Arnicas’ beautiful face as she registers what I’ve just said.“You own Fusion?” She spits out in a hushed tone, shoving my shoulder before she tries to scramble out of my embrace.I cling onto her tightly, “I do, and before you ask, no it wasn’t a coincidence as to why you were given the job on the spot with no previous bartending experience.” I admit, knowing, I may have gone the extra mile to lure her to the club after finding out that she was jobless and on the verge of losing her flat.I also happen to know that it was Matthias who got her fired from her last job in marketing, making it almost impossible for her to find another job with the hopes that she would come crawling back to him after all the pain and misery he bestowed upon her.Matthias fucking Arnicas’ best friend in a very public place was low, even for him. But I also know that he hasn’t been the same since she walked away from him and refused to acknowledge him when he would randomly show up at her

I step outside of the SUV, rubbing the back of my nape as I tilt my head and stare up at my father's mansion. My brow darkens into a scowl as I continue to glare at the looming stone structure. Mine is bigger... A lot bigger. It may seem unorthodox to express such a sentiment, but it is undeniably true and I take great pride in my current position. I have achieved success through my own efforts, without relying on others for opportunities. My father on the other hand was given his seat at the head of the Elite Family table because he is the eldest son. The Elite table is made up of five crime lords with powerful names you dare not whisper out loud. It gives you the whole... You speak of the Devil and he shall appear vibes. Exhaling deeply as if I can rid myself of the stress that consumes me, I look at Dan my driver who is standing next to me in silence. “Keep the engine running. It looks like Father has sent his soldiers on a wild goose chase to keep this meeting a secret.”

I step out of the fancy slipper-shaped bath, wrapping a heated cotton towel around my body, and I move to stand in front of the vanity mirror. Great, my eyes are all bloodshot from the tears I spilled while I failed to relax in the tub. I don't want to be here, but it seems I'm the one who made my bed, and now I have to lay in it. For the love of God, my memory of last night's events is still groggy. I have managed to recall that I bumped into Maverick after I farewelled Kenneth at Fusion. I was supposed to meet my Tinder date at the new fancy Greek restaurant that just had its grand opening last week. It is why I was wearing a dress and heels. But I got cold feet after I stopped at the club to have a quick drink to help loosen my nerves, and Kenneth started yapping about how gorgeous I looked. And that my date would be a fool to not strip me down and have his wicked way with me on the side of the building that has no camera or lights. My hand had gone straight to my stomach a

Did he truly just say that he was only mine to hate?What a douche.I avert my gaze from Maverick, determined not to let him catch me being fixated on his ass as he exits the room. I then proceed to tidy up the mess in the kitchen and I can still feel a tingling sensation on the spot where he kissed my forehead.I despise the sensation of his touch as if my body is on the verge of liquefying under his grasp. Despite his murderous nature and the likely sinister origins of this house, there is an undeniable allure that surrounds him and the dark history of this place.It’s most likely built and furnished from blood money.Knowing this and being around him, I can’t deny that I feel drawn to him like a moth to a flame – a moth that gets off on being burnt.It shouldn’t surprise me that he is a killer. I mean... Matthias used to tell me stories of the devastation Maverick was capable of leaving behind in his wake. And a large part of me at the time was hoping that Matthias was exaggerat