All Chapters of Bound to the Ruthless Billionaire: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Claire’s POVThe air felt stifling as I tried to process what had just happened. Everyone in the room had gone quiet the moment he entered, and for good reason. Larry—or whatever he was calling himself these days—was breathtaking. Broad shoulders, a chiseled jaw, and eyes that once had the power to undo me.But my head was a cacophony of emotions, drowning out the whispers of awe from the other women. This man… This man had put me through hell. The same man who, years ago, promised me the world only to vanish without a trace. The same man who called me a slut when I told him I was pregnant.I clenched my fists, willing my racing heart to calm.No, it can’t be him, I thought, watching as he moved across the room with a confidence that seemed to command attention. He looked at me for the briefest moment, his eyes flickering with something I couldn’t place before looking away like I was just another face in the crowd.Maybe he wasn’t Larry. Maybe he was just a doppelgänger—a cruel reminde

Vincent’s POV"You’re lying," I said flatly, arms crossed as I stared Mirabel down.She sniffled, her eyes darting to my mother, who sat beside her with a hand on her shoulder like she was some fragile, innocent lamb."Vincent, enough," Mom snapped. "This isn’t some courtroom.""Well, it sure feels like one," I shot back. "And if we’re going to play judge and jury, let’s talk about how I’m suddenly the father of a child I don’t remember signing up for."Mirabel’s lower lip quivered as she wiped at her tears with trembling fingers. "I’m not lying, Vincent," she said softly. "I know it’s hard to believe, but it’s the truth.""Hard to believe?" I scoffed. "Mirabel, you’ve made a career out of bending the truth. You cheated your way through college, slept with professors, and probably half the faculty at this point. And now I’m supposed to take your word that I’m the father?"Mom’s gasp was sharp and theatrical. "Vincent Alexander Everglow, how dare you speak to her like that?!""How dare

Claire’s POVLarry’s eyes bored into mine, a strange mix of anger and entitlement simmering just beneath the surface. His silence was suffocating, pressing on me as if daring me to break first.I swallowed hard, the disgust clawing its way up my throat. My fingers trembled as I pushed at his chest, but he didn’t budge. The parking lot seemed to shrink around me, the walls of cars becoming a cage, and suddenly, the air felt too thick to breathe.“Larry,” I said, my voice shaky but firm. “Move.”He didn’t respond. His jaw ticked, his arms tightening slightly.“Larry!” I tried again, more forcefully this time. But his body was immovable, his presence oppressive.Then my phone rang.Relief washed over me, the sound a lifeline pulling me out of the swirling tension. I reached for it, fumbling in the pocket of my hoodie, but before I could grab it, Larry’s hand shot out, snatching the phone and tossing it across the parking lot. The clatter echoed, my heart sinking with it.“What are you do

Claire's POVThe road stretched endlessly before me, the headlights of passing cars flashing in fleeting bursts. The rhythmic hum of tires on asphalt, usually a soothing backdrop, grated on my fraying nerves. My hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, the leather biting into my palms as I fought the nausea building in my stomach. My knuckles, pale and strained, were a testament to my stubbornness—I had been holding it in for too long.But I couldn’t anymore.I swerved onto the shoulder and threw the car into park. The engine’s low rumble seemed to mock me as I stumbled out, barely making it to the side of the road before doubling over. My body convulsed violently, the nausea clawing its way out of me in harsh, unrelenting waves. I clung to my knees, trembling as I retched until there was nothing left.When it finally subsided, I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and reached into my bag for the bottle of water I always kept. My hands shook as I unscrewed the cap, splashing some

The streets of Italy had been both a haven and a hell for me. After leaving the movie set in disgrace, I thought I could land on my feet. Surely, someone in this glamorous city would recognize my beauty and charm.But I had no plan—just desperation. For a month, I drifted from one extravagant party to another, mingling with powerful men. A few were intrigued by my looks and rising star status, but none saw me as more than a fleeting distraction.“You’re stunning, but let’s not pretend this is more than it is,” one man had told me, dismissing me like I was some common club girl.I hated the way they looked at me—like I was cheap. And as my pregnancy became harder to hide, their interest waned. I tried convincing myself that I could manage alone, but the truth was, I was sinking fast.By the end of the month, my options were gone, and my savings were dwindling. That’s when it hit me—I didn’t need some random Italian billionaire. I already had someone who would do whatever it took to pro