All Chapters of Bound by Betrayal : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

My head was buzzing as I took in the sight of Mason standing in front of me. His shoulders were hunched, his hands crammed in his pants pocket. His hair looked crazy like he hadn't been taking care of it for a long time. It reminded me of how I always comb and style it whenever we go out. As the memories rushed back, I instantly shut my eyes, fighting back the feelings. When I reopened my eyes, they slowly trailed speechlessly down his neat clothes—a pair of blue jeans and a plain white shirt with a canvas. He looks absolutely amazing, just like always. I was still in shock, and I went completely slack, causing my phone to clatter to the floor. "Miss..." the boutique owner suddenly muttered, though she was kind enough to catch the phone before it hit the ground."Here, your phone… Miss," the woman muttered, looking confused. Reaching my trembling hands forward, I quickly snatched it before turning back and rushing back to the dressing room. “Ash……” I heard my name followed by manl

Damien ***beep. beepThe gate was instantly pushed open and our car smoothly drove in, stopping in front of a massive white glass mansion. Silence stretched out as I sat there, staring at the house that I had grown to despise so much. It had been five years since the last time I set foot in here, but here I am again. It's funny how life works, isn't it? We can't run away from home for long. Though If it wasn't for the old man threatening to pull his company away from me, I wouldn't be here today. I could have proven that saying wrong. The opening of my side door jerks me back to reality. Gripping the bouquet tightly, I glance at the petite frame beside me. She's completely lost in her thoughts as I watch her stare in awe at the gorgeous mansion through her side mirror. It's such a breathtaking sight!The house is damn fine, but I gotta be honest, I'd rather sleep on the dark, cold streets than spend a night here. But damn! She looks stunning in that dress. It fits her perfe

“Who is this pretty lady standing over there?” My heart skipped a beat as Damien turned to look at me. I could feel my heart pounding, and the silence in the room seemed to stretch on forever. Suddenly, nerves took hold of me, and I regretted clearing my throat earlier to draw their attention. Now, I was worried that this demon might ridicule me or even introduce me as his personal assistant.But to my surprise, a small smile quickly breaks through his lips. "She is my wife," he said, his gaze still fixed on me. Boom! My heart skipped a beat and somersaulted several times as our eyes locked. "Wife," Mrs. Caterina muttered confusedly before a wild smile broke through her old wrinkled face. "You mean Mrs. Ashley...?" She turned to stare at Damien with curiosity. "Yes..." he turned and nodded gently at her.And just like a flash, someone rushed towards me and embraced me tight in a motherly hug. I was caught off guard and felt the urge to nervously back away, but the warmth that

"Being on that particular plate for two hours," I gulped hard, my heart pounding in my chest as his voice shattered the silence. Biting my lips, I fought the overwhelming urge to tear my gaze away from the sink, feeling his words roll out like a cruel mockery. It was clear that he knew exactly what he was doing, playing with my emotions like a master conductor. "I am talking to you, wife," I tightened my grip on the sponge, my heart racing as his steps drew closer. The anticipation hung in the air like a delicate spell, but before his hand could encircle my waist, a voice unexpectedly resonated from the doorway, shattering the moment and causing him to suddenly halt on his track. I silently did a sigh of the cross before I puffed out a heavy sigh of relief. “Wow! See who we have here!!” Startled, my senses were abruptly awakened by a resounding exclamation that echoed through the door. Like a siren's call, the commanding voice captured our attention, drawing our gaze toward th

An eerie silence hung in the air as we all gathered around the dining table, our seats facing each other. Not a word was spoken as our attention was fixated on the delicious spread before us. However, I couldn't shake the feeling of occasional peculiar glances directed my way from time to time. Swallowing hard, I tightly gripped the cutlery in my hand. My body quivered with nerves, and the sound of my pounding heart reverberated through my chest like it wanted to rip out of my ribcage in full force. Damn, I am feeling incredibly anxious. This was supposed to be a dream come true for me, dining with these public figures I've always admired. But at this moment, all I can think about is getting through this and leaving this house as soon as possible. Without saying a single word, Mrs. Caterina rose from her seat and generously piled a delectable serving of prime rib with truffle mashed potatoes onto my plate. The enticing aroma wafted up to my face, and a smile involuntarily spread a