All Chapters of Bound To The Billionaire: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Cynthia stood by the kitchen window, peeking through the curtains to make sure no one was watching. Her eyes glinted with cold calculation as she looked down at the small bottle of olive oil in her hand. She had planned this perfectly. A wicked smile curled her lips. Sacrificing her own son wasn’t something that bothered her. After all, it was a means to an end—her end goal of controlling Richard entirely. Cynthia peered around the corner to check if the coast was clear. She listened intently for any signs of life from the other rooms—silence. Satisfied, she moved swiftly, her heels clicking softly against the polished floor. Slipping into the kitchen, she opened a drawer and pulled out a small bottle of olive oil. A wicked smile curved her lips as she twisted the cap off, pouring a thin, nearly invisible stream of oil along the top three steps of the staircase. She quickly wiped the bottle clean, placed it back where it belonged, and took a deep breath. "This should be enough," s

Ava’s heels clicked sharply against the stone path leading up to her father’s mansion, each step a surge of anger and determination building inside her. She had tried to stay away from this house, from her father’s betrayal, but she couldn’t ignore the call she’d gotten from Isabella and Amelia days before . The details of her father’s affair with Cynthia, the fact that the woman had moved into their home and was making life unbearable for her step mother and sister, had left Ava furious. As she reached the door, Ava took a deep breath and knocked loudly. She wasn’t sure what reception she’d get, but she was prepared for whatever would come. A few moments later, the door swung open, and Ava was met with the cold, assessing gaze of a woman she immediately recognized as Cynthia. She had an air of arrogance that seemed to ooze from her. Cynthia didn’t smile. Instead, she narrowed her eyes at Ava, scanning her from head to toe. “And who might you be?” she asked, her tone sharp

The clock had long passed midnight, and the mansion was blanketed in silence. The dimly lit halls were still. Amelia lay in bed, restless, her mind buzzing with everything that had happened over the past few weeks. No matter how much she tossed and turned, sleep wouldn’t come. With a sigh, she threw off her blanket and decided to go downstairs for a glass of water, hoping it might calm her racing thoughts. As she padded barefoot down the stairs, the sound of hushed voices stopped her in her tracks. She paused on the landing, peering over the railing, and realized the voices were coming from the sitting room. One of them was unmistakably Cynthia’s, but the other was muffled—it was on the phone. Amelia’s curiosity got the best of her, and she moved closer, taking careful, quiet steps so as not to be noticed. Her breath hitched when she caught the tail end of Cynthia’s conversation. "We have to push her out, understand?" Cynthia’s voice was sharp, cold. "Isabella’s in the way. As lon

John sat in his study, a glass of whiskey resting in his hand, when his phone buzzed. It was Dr. Reynolds. He answered, irritation flickering in his eyes. “What is it?” “John, I have some news about Ava,” Dr. Reynolds said, his voice serious. “What about her?” John asked, a hint of impatience creeping into his tone. “She’s pregnant,” the doctor confirmed. John felt the air rush out of his lungs. “Pregnant?” he repeated, the word tasting bitter on his tongue. “Are you sure?” “Yes, I just ran the tests. She’s definitely pregnant,” Dr. Reynolds reiterated. Shock morphed into fury within John. How could this happen? This was a wrench thrown into his plans, a threat to everything he had been orchestrating. But as the anger simmered, a sly thought crept in—perhaps he could still use this to his advantage. “Thank you for the information, Doctor. I’ll handle it from here,” John said, ending the call abruptly. John leaned back in his chair, his mind racing after receiving a call from D

AVA I sat in the living room with Isabella and Amelia, feeling a strange weight in the air. It had been a few days since I came back to my father’s house after everything with Liam. The ache in my chest hadn’t dulled. I tried so hard to be strong but every now and then, I found myself slipping into my thoughts. How could I be strong, when everything else had fallen apart so quickly? Liam hadn’t contacted me, not for a single day. I was beyond heartbroken. I sat still, staring at the blank open space of the ceiling when the silence in the room was punctuated by the sound of the front door slamming open. I flinched, my eyes darting toward the entrance as a man I didn’t recognize barged in, his eyes blazing with fury. He looked disheveled, like he had been running or pacing for hours before deciding to storm in here. Cynthia walked into the living room at that moment, her face drained of all color the moment she saw him. She looked like she had seen a ghost. “Why would you barge i