All Chapters of Bound by the Billionaire's Claim: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Maya and Zane hopped off the roof to make their way down. They hadn’t entirely moved beyond the tension between them, but something unspoken has passed between them — an understanding, a fragile truce.Zane usher back into the penthouse, movements purposeful, measured. Maya walked behind her, her mind churning.She hardly paid attention when he poured himself a drink, swirling amber liquid in his glass.“You think he’s coming back, don’t you?” Zane said suddenly, his voice steady but tinted with something darker.Maya paused before responding. “I don’t know.”Zane scoffed. “That’s not an answer.”She sighed and walked over to him. “I think Luca is a survivor. He won’t go down easily.”Zane studied her carefully. “And you’re scared of what that means.”Maya didn’t respond. She didn’t need to.Zane set down his glass. “Luca doesn’t matter anymore. He made his choice.”She turned to face him fully. “People always have a choice, Zane. You of all people should know that.”His jaw tightened

The alley was silent.But Maya knew better.Silence wasn’t safe.This was the calm before the storm.Alexander shifted beside her, gun in hand, body taunt. His breathing was too steady, too much like a man who had spent too long in warzones.Maya’s own hand clenched on her weapon.The air shifted.Then—A shadow moved.Maya reacted first.She turned, firing three shots into the darkness.A grunt. A thud.Then—the attack began.Three men materialized, guns drawn, knives shining.Maya hit the floor, avoiding the first shot.Alexander was already moving.He confronted one assailant, driving his knee into the man’s ribs.Maya spun, kicking one in the chest. The man staggered, but as she was about to take a shot, he charged at her, knocking the gun from her hands.Shit.She pivoted, twisting. Her elbow caught him full in the throat. The man gasped, choking.Alexander shot twice, taking down another assassin.The last one hesitated.Maya saw it.The fear.And she used it.She snatched the k

The night erupted into war.Gunfire pierced the air. The blades of a helicopter whirred overhead, stirring waves in the black sea below. The docks, which had anointed them all, had been a deathbed, silent and empty—there was no one here to kill—and wrought with blood and flame.Maya moved on instinct.She ducked low behind a cargo crate as bullets cracked wood above her. Splinters showered down, her heart thundering in her ribs.On the other side of the battlefield, Zane was a force of nature.He moved like a predator, slow and lethal. He hardly missed, and every single bullet hit. Each movement was deliberate, measured.These assassins, however, were no ordinary men.They were trained.They were enhanced.And they weren’t there to kill.They were here to take Maya.The HuntZane saw it instantly.How the assassins maneuvered around her, blocking escape routes. They weren’t just attacking. They were herding.A shudder ran down his spine.They’re attempting to capture her.His silver e

Maya felt her breath hitch in her throat. Her heart pounded against her ribs. The revelation cut through her like a freight train, Zane’s words. Her world had just crumbled into dust, and none of it added up.She wasn’t just Maya Davis. This wasn’t just some girl who found herself in the crossfire of a war that had nothing to do with her. She was the heir to the Order.She glanced at Zane, hoping he would withdraw it, that he would claim it was a lie. But his expression didn’t change. There was no doubt, no wavering in his voice when he said it.“You were destined to rule them, Maya.”Her and him were set to meet but the heaviness of his words weighed on her.She was staring down at the gun pressed against her skull, hearing Luca’s cold laughter in her ears. He had not yet said much, but his language was poisonous. Everything about this moment felt like some kind of sordid nightmare she couldn’t escape.“You’re the only one who can bring them together,” Luca added, his voice icy, mock

The world around Maya disappeared in a haze.The dock, the bodies, the smoldering wreckage of the helicopters — they all receded against the background thrum of her pounding heart.She couldn’t stop looking at her.The woman in front of them, with the same piercing silver eyes as Zane.The woman who wasn’t supposed to be there.Zane’s twin sister.Maya’s mind whirled, reaching for logic, for sense.This wasn’t possible.Zane had never told a mention of a sister.Had never mentioned another Moretti.And yet—here she was.Standing with the kind of calm confidence of someone who owned the night.The gun still steadied in her grasp as her dark hair whipped the wind; it was as if she was waiting just as much for another excuse to try it again.Luca lay groaning on the ground, blood gushing out of him. But nobody was listening to him anymore.The war had just shifted.An unwilling voice took effort but Maya swallowed hard. “Who… are you?”The woman smirked, her full attention on Maya now.“