All Chapters of Bound To The Billionaire: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

AVAThe sun filtered through the trees, casting pale golden light onto the ground where Liam and I had huddled for warmth. I blinked groggily, my body stiff from sleeping on the forest floor, but the moment I opened my eyes, the reality of where we were hit me like a punch to the gut. We had spent the night outside, hidden among the trees after barely escaping death. The memory of the fire, the smoke, the shadows by the car—it all came rushing back in a sickening wave.I turned my head, finding Liam still beside me, his breathing shallow but steady. The bandage I’d made for his head using a piece of my clothing was soaked with dried blood, his face pale and drawn. He looked fragile, vulnerable in a way that made my heart ache. Yet, even like this, he still tried to be the strong one.“Liam,” I whispered, gently shaking his shoulder. “Wake up.”He groaned softly, his eyelids fluttering open, and for a moment, he looked confused—like he didn’t remember what had happened. Then, slowly, t

AVA Bruised and shaken, we entered the house in silence. Liam’s steps were slow and uneven, his hand gingerly pressed against the bandage over his forehead. I felt the weight of everything we had gone through dragging on my shoulders, but I couldn’t show weakness now. Not when we were about to face the people who had contributed to our misery.I can’t believe we actually made it out of that hell alive. Oh God bless the man whom agreed to drive us all the way back home. We were completely stranded but he took our plight into consideration especially when he heard how we were almost killed on repeated occasions. As we reached the living room, Clara and Davies were seated, both of them rising to their feet in surprise when they saw us. Clara’s hand flew to her mouth. “What happened to you two?” she gasped, her eyes wide as they darted from Liam’s injury to my disheveled appearance. “Liam, your head… Ava, what did you do to him?” I blinked in disbelief at the accusation. Of cours

Days Later Amelia was sitting in her room, staring blankly at the novel she had been trying to read for the past hour. The words blurred together as her mind wandered back to the tension that had filled the house since Cynthia and Jacob had moved in. Richard barely spoke to her or her mother anymore. All his attention was now on Cynthia and the boy he’d claimed as his son. Amelia could feel her anger simmering just beneath the surface. Cynthia’s constant belittling comments, her thinly veiled insults about how Amelia was “too pampered” or “had it too easy.” Richard, of course, said nothing, seemingly oblivious to the tension in the house. His attention was wholly devoted to Cynthia and Jacob, as if Amelia and her mother didn’t even exist. The shift was subtle at first, but it became undeniable when Cynthia began asking Amelia to do menial tasks. It started innocently—“Amelia, can you help Jacob with his homework?” or “Amelia, do you mind setting the table?”—but it quickly es

AVA The storm outside was relentless, rain hammering against the windows like a never-ending rhythm of tension. I slipped out of bed carefully, not wanting to wake Liam. His steady breathing told me he was still asleep, or at least pretending to be. I didn’t want to think too much about that. Padding downstairs, I made my way to the kitchen, craving something to calm my nerves—a glass of water, anything to break the silence that clung to me like damp air. As I reached the bottom of the stairs, the dim light from the kitchen caught my attention. I wasn’t alone. My heart gave a slight jolt. Davies was there, leaning against the counter, a glass of something strong in his hand. “Couldn’t sleep either, huh?” he asked, his voice low and smooth, like the man himself. His eyes, however, held that familiar glint—the one that always made me uneasy. The one that felt like he saw right through me and enjoyed what he saw. “No,” I replied, my voice tight. “Just came down for some water.” I c

Cynthia's plan had been in motion for weeks, and now it was beginning to bear fruit. Richard had started spending more time away Isabella, citing business and meetings, but everyone knew where he was. He was always with her—Cynthia—and his bastard son, Jacob. It felt like he got the family he always truly wanted. He’d would always take Jacob and Cynthia out, regardless of the effect it would have on his reputation. Isabella, now isolated in her own home, could feel the weight of Cynthia’s growing influence. And she felt totally helpless. In the living room, Amelia sat quietly, watching her mother move around with a noticeable sadness. Isabella barely spoke these days, and when she did, her voice was tired, as if she’d lost a piece of herself. “Mom, you need to do something,” Amelia finally broke the silence, her voice thick with frustration. Isabella sighed, placing a cup of tea in front of her daughter. “What can I do, Amelia? He’s your father. He’s been like this sinc