All Chapters of Bound To My Sister's Husband: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

DianaAfter the call with Marcus, my mind spiraled, consumed by thoughts I couldn’t escape. A heavy foreboding settled over me.Marcus was right—I had been dragging this out for too long, and it was beginning to unravel me. The longer I delayed, the harder it seemed.My thoughts shifted into planning mode and my fingers pinched the skin between my thumb and forefinger in an attempt to focus. What I had against Eddie was damning enough to destroy him—if Asher would believe me. That was the catch. A tingling sensation spread through my chest. It was a combination of anxiety and fear.A darker thought crept in, chilling me to the bone. The shock of my lies would devastate him. If he knew I wasn’t Lila, he might never have touched me. He might even search for Lila’s body, wherever it was, just to give her the proper rites as custom demanded.I knew he wouldn’t take my confession lightly. Asher was a king who ruled by principles, and I’d broken them all. He would punish me—of that, I had

Diana I leaned into Asher, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest as he toyed with my hair. His genand the way his fingers traced through the strands, made me feel so loved and cherished. That ws whyrt so much that he got mad at me. The contrast between his anger and his tenderness was jarring, and I struggled to reconcile it.“There’s not reI atey much to say, other than the fact that I grew up in a dysfunctional home. My mom was always cheating, and my dad…well, he just pretended not to notice. Whenever they weren’t around, which was most of the time, they left me with the nanny. She didn’t even have time for me.momentarilya kid, and I was left to figure things out on my own.”He paused, his fingers slowing in my hair as though caught in the mem ory. “I almost died when I was eight. Ate something I wasn’t supposed to eat—no one was watching me.”My heart clenched as he spoke. Compassion washed over me, off-timingenly understood his reaction.“I’m so sorry,” I said softly.H

 Diana Theodore was in one of the private living rooms when I arrived. I stood outside and my fingers grazed the wall to steady my racing heart.  The faint murmur of his voice inside made my stomach twist in knots, and for a moment, I almost turned back. But I was running out of time. Chickening out wasn’t an option anymore. With a deep breath, I pushed away from the doorway and stepped into the room. He was seated in a chair near the fireplace and didn’t notice me at first. His focus was elsewhere, but the faint sound of my footsteps drew his attention.  Glancing up, his face lit up with a welcoming smile. "I hope I’m not interrupting," I said quietly. "Not at all, darling. Come in," he replied warmly. "I was sent for. I hope all is well?" "All is well," I lied, forcing the words out as my feet fe

 Diana Hours after Theodore left, I remained seated in that living room, lost in thought. My body felt heavy, my shoulders slumped forward, and my head bowed. Theodore hadn’t given me a clear answer—not a yes, not a no—on whether he would help me. Yet, despite the uncertainty, a strange lightness settled over me. At least I had told him the truth. Still, I was doubtful. Theodore looked like a man who could easily be silenced, someone who had been overshadowed for years by his wife’s greed. What if Eddie saw him as a liability now? What if he decided to eliminate Theodore to further his selfish interests? He had taught me something invaluable: never to underestimate those who seem weak. Sometimes good people possess a hidden reserve of strength, waiting for the right moment to strike. A bitter smile tug

Eddie A triumphant smile spread across my face, and I stood up straighter, feeling a thrilling rush of excitement.  Victory, a potent feeling, drove me forward. The room was electric with purpose as I paced with my hands clasped behind my back, like a predator ready to strike. The table was a war zone, covered in blueprints and photos of a detailed plan of attack, each one carefully marked with red marks. My eyes scanned the plans, as my mind raced ahead. The three people with me were more than just accomplices - they were devoted to our mission, their eyes fixed intently on the plans as they shared my vision. I tapped my finger against a photo of Asher's study. “The west entrance is the weak point. That’s our window.” “What about the cameras?” George, one of the accomplices, leaned forward, adjusting hi