All Chapters of Bound To The Billionaire: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

AVA Eventually, the time came to serve the cocktails. I moved through the crowd, offering drinks to the guests, all the while feeling the piercing stares and hearing the whispered judgments. "Sweet girl, what's your name again?" an elderly lady, who seemed to be in her early fifties, asked as I handed her a glass of cocktail. "Ava, ma'am," I replied with a curt nod. "Aren't you the new daughter-in-law of the family?" She cupped my chin, a doting look on her features. I nodded once more, a warm smile spreading across my face. "I am, ma'am," I politely replied. At once, a sorry look washed over her face. "Then why are you doing this? Serving the guests like a waiter? This isn't befitting of someone of your status as the daughter-in-law of this family," the concern in her voice was evident. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. What could I tell her? That Uncle John literally forced me into serving like a waiter because it was the only thing I could do that was fitting fo

AVA After the unexpected news from Uncle John, I felt a surge of hope and determination. Finally, I had a chance to prove myself and make a difference. The idea of managing part of the family’s income was both exhilarating and daunting. It felt like a step towards being acknowledged, even if it was a small one. But I was ready to take on the challenge. That evening, I decided to familiarize myself with the financial documents and reports Uncle John had mentioned. I spent hours in the small office room allocated to me, poring over spreadsheets and account statements. The figures and terminologies were overwhelming at first, but I was determined to understand everything. As the clock ticked closer to midnight, I decided to take a break. I stepped out of the office, intending to grab a glass of water from the kitchen. The mansion was eerily quiet, the usual hustle and bustle replaced by a serene stillness. As I walked down the corridor, I noticed a faint light coming from one of the

Chapter 15 John Tyson sat in his dimly lit study, the light from the lamp casting shadows on the walls lined with shelves of books and family portraits. He glanced at the clock, waiting for Liam. His nephew’s footsteps echoed in the hallway before a soft knock on the door announced his arrival. “Come in,” John called, his voice smooth and inviting. Liam entered, his face lighting up with a smile as he approached his uncle. “You wanted to see me, Uncle John?” John nodded, gesturing for Liam to take a seat across from him. “Yes, Liam. I wanted to check on you. How have you been feeling?” Liam’s smile widened, a rare sight. “I’ve been feeling great, actually. My new roommate, Ava, has been wonderful. We’ve been getting along really well.” John’s expression darkened slightly, a hint of concern in his eyes. “I’m glad to hear that, but I need you to be careful, Liam. Ava might not be what she seems. She could be after your wealth.” Uncle John’s calculating gaze remained fixed o

Isabella sat in the grand living room, her fingers tapping rhythmically on the arm of the leather chair. Mr. Harris, the family lawyer, had just finished going over the documents. She couldn’t shake the feeling that something was amiss.“Mr. Harris,” she began, her voice steady but laced with concern, “I noticed Amelia’s name is absent from any of my husband, Richard’s assets. Is there a reason for this oversight?”The lawyer adjusted his glasses, a look of discomfort crossing his face. “Mrs. Ray, it’s not an oversight. Richard’s will and asset distribution were deliberate. A significant portion of his major assets, including the estate and business shares, are in Ava’s name.”Isabella’s eyes widened. “Ava? But why? Amelia is his legitimate daughter, born within wedlock. How could he favor Ava, the child of a woman he considered nothing more than a gold-digger?”Mr. Harris sighed, sensing the depth of her distress. “Richard made his decisions with specific intentions. He might have hi

The morning sun filtered through the kitchen windows, casting a warm glow over the tidy space. Ava hummed softly to herself as she moved about the kitchen, preparing breakfast. She took great care in arranging the plates of scrambled eggs, toast, and fruit, wanting everything to be perfect. She knew how much Liam appreciated a good breakfast, and it brought her a sense of peace to know she was taking care of him in this small way.As she imagained the many ways Liam would jump with enthusiasm on seeing the food, a warm smile spread across her lips.As she set the last plate on the counter, she heard footsteps approaching. Clara walked in, her expression as sour as ever. Ava felt a familiar tension rise within her but forced a polite smile."Good morning, Clara," she greeted.Clara barely acknowledged her, brushing past her to grab a glass of water. Ava turned away, focusing on wiping down the counter. She didn’t see Clara’s quick, calculating glance toward the stack of plates on th