All Chapters of Bound to the Ruthless Billionaire: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Emily’s POVClaire dragged me to the one restaurant in the city I’d ever managed to eat at without grimacing. My picky taste buds meant it was no easy feat to find somewhere I didn’t feel nauseous from the food. But as I looked at Claire, who was already ordering her usual mountain of different dishes with wild flavor combinations, I couldn’t help but chuckle.“Honestly, Claire,” I teased, shaking my head. “I don’t understand how someone as tiny as you can eat so much... and in the weirdest combos known to man! How does anyone handle pickles and pasta on the same plate?”She shrugged and grinned, unfazed. “It’s called ‘craving creativity.’ You should try it sometime.”After a delicious, laughter-filled meal, we returned to the office, where Claire insisted on helping me get through my never-ending pile of work. With every file she passed over or glass of water she handed me, I’d say, “Thank you, Claire,” and each time, she’d respond with a playful, “Oh, don’t mention it. You’d do the s

Adrian’s POVI barely noticed Vincent walking into my office, too lost in my thoughts to register anything until he was practically breathing down my neck. My eyes were fixed on the screen, but the words blurred together. In my mind, only one thing was crystal clear—Emily. That same defiant glint in her eyes from last night haunted me, like she was challenging me to even try to understand her. She was everywhere—written all over my files, and it seemed, all over me.It wasn’t until Vincent leaned over my shoulder and started reading aloud that I realized I’d typed her name into nearly every document on the screen. Worse, the stack of documents I’d signed in her name—some of them crucial contracts—sat in a disarray on my desk. My heart thudded as I met Vincent’s gaze.“For crying out loud, Adrian,” he said, his tone cool and restrained, though I could feel the frustration simmering beneath his words. His eyes flicked between the papers, his mouth set in a hard line. “Do you realize wha

Emily's POV The club lights faded behind us, but my pulse was still racing. Adrian’s arm lingered on my waist, steady and possessive, guiding me through the crowded streets. I’d never felt this way—my body was humming, every nerve attuned to his touch, his closeness. The cool night air did nothing to calm the warmth spreading through me.I glanced up, meeting his gaze, and my breath hitched. He looked down at me with that smoldering intensity that made me feel both powerful and entirely out of control. Just hours ago, I’d been laughing with Claire, trying to forget him, but here he was, pulling me into his orbit as if he knew I couldn’t resist.We slipped into the car he’d called, and I felt his thigh press lightly against mine as we settled in. The space between us was so small, so charged, I could barely breathe. Every shift, every accidental brush of our hands felt like a spark igniting in the dark.He watched me in silence, his gaze searing into me, and I couldn’t look away. His h

Emily's POVI walked into the hotel lounge, where the soft clink of glasses and gentle hum of conversation underscored the elegance of the space. The warm, polished tones of the decor seemed to amplify the quiet confidence I carried as I moved. I hadn’t expected today’s meeting to be a big deal, just another step in the plans Jessica had initiated for our marketing expansion. But my confidence wavered slightly as I saw who awaited me—a man who seemed entirely out of place for a routine meeting.AlexAlexander, the CEO of one of the country’s leading media companies, was seated, watching me with a composed, attentive gaze. Broad-shouldered, sharply dressed in a tailored suit, he radiated the quiet charisma of a man used to commanding spaces much larger than this lounge.Why would the CEO himself show up for a mere business meeting?Despite my surprise, I kept my expression neutral, greeting him with a warm smile as I approached. “Bill Alexandra. Alexander,” I said, extending my hand. “T

Emily's POVAs I entered the lobby, I immediately took in the situation. A young woman in an outrageously expensive designer suit was standing with her arms crossed, glaring down at a nervous junior staff member. Her voice, already raised, carried across the entire lobby, making heads turn. A small entourage of bodyguards stood just behind her, their stone faces scanning the room for any sign of trouble."Apologies!" the woman demanded, her voice sharp and unforgiving. "Apologies! How dare you tell me that I can’t have the VIP room I requested? Do you even know who I am?"The junior staff member who already ad tears streaming down her face, flinched at the onslaught, her cheeks reddening. I could see the panic in her eyes, as she shoook and continued to apologize , the woman—Vivian, as I recalled—spoke again."I’m not staying in a room unless it faces the garden! A regular room? Do you expect me to stay in a regular room?" Vivian's words cut through the air like a knife, laced with an