All Chapters of Bound To The Billionaire: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

AVAAs I walked out of the hearing, the sense of relief I felt was fleeting, quickly replaced by a wave of exhaustion and anxiety. The small victory was just that—small. Liam was still not free, and I knew Uncle John wouldn’t let this go without a fight. He was a man accustomed to having control, and now that control was slipping. I could see it in his eyes, the way his jaw clenched as the board announced their decision. But I had to keep pushing. For Liam’s sake, I couldn’t afford to stop now.The next few days were a blur of frantic planning and cautious anticipation. I couldn’t shake the feeling that John was plotting something, that he wouldn’t take the board’s decision lying down. He was too powerful, too connected. I had to be ready for whatever he threw at me next.One afternoon, as I sat in my room, sifting through the notes and documents I had gathered, a knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. I tensed, expecting the worst. But when I opened the door, it was Clara standin

AVAAs I entered the dining room, I felt a familiar tension prickling under my skin. The long mahogany table was set with gleaming silverware and fine china. It was a typical family dinner, or at least as typical as they ever got around here. Tonight, however, felt different. There was an undercurrent of something—an unspoken unease that made my pulse quicken.Eleanor was already seated at the head of the table, her back straight as a rod, her eyes bright with an unsettling intensity. Her presence in the house had been an unexpected surprise, and it didn’t feel like a pleasant one at that. She had swept in with a kind of quiet authority, claiming she was here to "support the family during these difficult times." The rest of the family slowly trickled in, taking their places around the table. Uncle John settled to Eleanor’s right, looking as gruff and brooding as ever. Across from him, Davies and Clara lounged in their chairs with a smug grin on their faces, looking like they enjoyed

AVADays had passed since I last visited Liam. Each day had felt longer than the one before, dragging on with a sense of dread that I couldn’t shake. My mind was filled with Eleanor’s cryptic remarks from the first dinner she had with us, her words echoing in my head like a sinister lullaby.Tonight, the mansion was eerily quiet. The kind of quiet that fills a space when everyone else has gone to bed, leaving behind a hollow stillness. I was restless, unable to sleep with so many questions swirling in my mind. I decided to take a walk down the hallway, hoping the movement would help clear my thoughts.As I wandered down the dimly lit corridor, my footsteps barely making a sound on the plush carpet, I heard faint voices. I stopped, straining to make out the words. The voices were coming from John’s study, the door slightly ajar. I took a step closer, pressing myself against the wall, my heart thudding in my chest.“…too reckless, John,” Eleanor’s voice hissed from inside the room. Her

AVAI had waited long enough. Days had passed since I uncovered Eleanor’s dark secrets in the library, and every minute since then had been filled with a mix of anger, fear, and a relentless drive to confront her. Eleanor might have fooled the entire world with her calm demeanor and carefully crafted lies, but I knew better now. I needed answers, and I needed them directly from her.The mansion was unusually quiet as I made my way through the grand hallways. Everyone else seemed to have gone out or retired to their rooms. This was the perfect moment to catch Eleanor alone, to make her face the truth without any of her usual defenses. I found her in the drawing room, standing by the large bay window, staring out at the darkening sky. She didn’t hear me approach, her back turned to me, the only sound in the room the soft ticking of the grandfather clock.“Eleanor,” I called out, my voice steady despite the storm brewing inside me.She turned slowly, her expression calm but curious. “Ava

The fluorescent lights in the boardroom of the mental asylum flickered slightly, casting a cold, sterile light over the long wooden table where the board members sat. Ava stood at one end of the room, her hands gripping the edges of a file folder that held weeks' worth of work and hope. Beside her, Mark adjusted his glasses and gave her a small nod of encouragement. They were about to present their findings—evidence that could change Liam’s fate.Ava took a deep breath. “Thank you all for meeting with us today,” she began, her voice steady but charged with emotion. “We have compelling evidence that my husband, Liam, is not a violent man. His recent outbursts were caused by being drugged, not because of any inherent mental instability.”She opened the folder and began passing out copies of the report Mark had meticulously compiled. The board members, a mix of doctors, administrators, and legal experts, took the documents and scanned them with varying levels of interest and skepticism.