All Chapters of Bound By Sins: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

“I still love him," trying to play the unharmed bitch, even if what she said later turns out to be the truth. I don't even want to be here in the first place and it felt right with her calling me a black sheep earlier.“You don't even know him, or are you after his wealth?” I frowned at her question, discreetly balling my fist not enjoying the way Jealousy, spite, and hate oozed from her. “Do you know what they call him? A secret calling; the front wheel of the Belluci Famiglia, the trigger to the famiglia, and he can't stay with someone this weak. If you don't end up going, Father would still chase you out.”“Talking about wealth, trying to call me a golddigger when I don't even give an 'F' about who he is," I had forgotten this was meant to be an act, my anger talking through me. “You can fuck with him for all the care in the world. I would be out of his life tonight."I saw the astonishment in her gaze until she put on that mocking smile again. “Poor thing, you don't have to be mad

Callum's POV “Cal, we’ve found her. She’s heading to Ponte di Adrano,” Zaleo informed, handing a helmet to me. “Father would teach her a hell of a lesson if he finds out what she’s done. Do you want him to know?" “To hell with him if he finds out. She’s mine to punish as I see fit." Ophelia would be doomed once I got my hands on her. How dare she run away from me tonight—again? On this important night, when I would be introducing her to the famiglia, she dared to run. If not for the tracker in her ring, I would have been screwed. I didn’t give a fuck about the shame this would bring me if the news of my wife running away right under my claws got out. I was angered by the thought of her getting hurt anyway. She didn’t know anywhere in Italy, and she had run like an idiot. Gale, that fucking bastard, had faced the wrath of my fist immediately after he spilled that shit out without shame. Anyone I catch helping her escape from me should kiss Earth goodbye tonight. I hate brea

Ophelia's Pov "Don't make me have you beg." Beg for my death or plead with him to let me go. My hands trembled slightly as I tried to show defiance, letting him see through my actions that I would take any death he chose to give. I had already pleaded with him to make my death less torturous, but he had warned he would make it even more agonizing if I dared to struggle. I imagined chains and whips slicing through my skin before he slid his knife into my neck, as he had done to the driver, or used the gun like he had on Klaus. All my life, I had wished for a slow death—growing old, with grandkids surrounding me, smiling as I gave them a fulfilled, weak smile before finding my way to heaven or hell. The gown slid down my body, and I kicked it off my leg, standing in front of him in just my bra and panties. Not like he hadn’t feasted his eyes on me before. So why did I feel uncomfortable now? Why the urge to cover myself under his scorching gaze? His eyes traveled down to my lo

Ophelia's PovJust like he had promised last night before bringing me back home, he let me out, but I now had two new faces who introduced themselves as my guards.I felt messed up not having that cold Gale here. Had Callum hurt him or killed him, even after promising he wouldn’t if I behaved last night?I worried as our car stopped in front of a mansion Callum had chosen for me to visit. The exterior of this place didn’t have the dark vibes of Callum's family mansion. The scent of fresh flowers warmed my insides, and a gentle breeze softly pushed my hair to the side.“Oh my, Ophelia, right?" A blonde woman ran out of the large entrance of this beautiful building, her steps fast as she pulled me into a warm hug like we’d known each other before.She had a lovely, almost baby-like scent. Her long blonde hair carried a strong aroma of vanilla.“Hi," I greeted with a smile, not wanting to be rude as she pulled away from me.“Hey, damn, you are just as Callum described. I’m sorry, I’m bei

Ophelia's POV "Fuck it all, I can't be that man, baby," he said against my lips, his breath fanning my jaw slightly. That feeling of longing ran down my spine. Maybe if he hadn’t made the first move by connecting our lips... fuck, I would’ve done it without shame. I hated how he made me feel this way, but damn, I loved how he held me gently earlier and captured my lips in his. Trying to be better for me. I tried to lie to myself, but what if it was true? Leona's words came rushing back, but I wouldn’t believe it. Nor would I deprive myself of this pleasure. I was getting too selfish for my good, and I didn’t even know what I wanted anymore. He slammed his lips against mine, this time fast and wild, savage like he always did, and I melted. He washed my senses clean. Soon, my hands were on his chest, a light gasp tearing from my lips. Get a grip!!! I couldn’t hold back. I kissed him back with the same fervor, our tongues locked in a savage and heated battle. His hand moved down