All Chapters of BOUND BY THE BILLIONAIRE LAWYER.: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

The blood came first.Sophie Myers stood frozen, her hands trembling as she stared down at the deep crimson pooling around her feet. The silk of her pale dress clung to her thighs, stained and ruined. She blinked, trying to focus, but the sounds of the party around her, the laughter, the music, and the clinking of champagne glasses—were all drowned out by the thundering of her heart.No.Her stomach twisted violently, a sharp pain shooting through her body. She sucked in a breath, barely able to stand. Her fingers curled tightly around the edge of the marble table beside her, nails scraping against the surface.“Edward.” Her voice was small, breaking under the weight of her panic. She found him a few steps away, his back to her, perfectly poised with his colleagues. “Edward, please…”Her husband turned slowly, a glass of whiskey balanced between his fingers. His expression hardened the moment his gaze met hers, a flicker of irritation at the interruption, as though she were a child tu

Sophie sat on the hard cot in her cell, staring at the peeling paint on the grey walls. Two days. Forty-eight hours of nothing but silence, stale food, and the cold realization that no one was coming for her.The police had given her no lawyer, no phone call. They’d left her there like a criminal without rights without a voice. When the metal door creaked open on the third morning, she didn’t even look up.“You’re allowed to see a lawyer now,” the officer said flatly.Sophie’s head snapped up. “Finally,” she muttered under her breath as she stood, her legs stiff from sitting too long.The interrogation room was colder this time, Sophie sat across from a rotating series of lawyers, faces that looked her over once, their expressions were guarded, and left within minutes.The excuses were endless. “It’s a conflict of interest.” “I can’t take on a case of this magnitude.” “I have other commitments.”But she knew the truth. None of them wanted to cross Edward Flynn, not even in death. His

Sophie barely slept that night. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the cold, unreadable expression on Drake’s face as he told her she was married to him. Married. To him. The words echoed in her mind, but no matter how many times she repeated them, it didn’t make any sense.What had she signed? She kept trying to remember the papers she’d scrawled her name on, but the memory was fuzzy. Had she missed the marriage certificate buried in the stack of documents? No, she hadn’t seen it. It was a trap, a calculated move by Drake, and now she was tangled in a web of his making.She sat up in her small apartment, staring at the gray morning light spilling through the window. Her phone buzzed on the table, and she grabbed it, hoping for some kind of reprieve from the nightmare. It was an unfamiliar number, but Sophie didn’t hesitate before answering."Hello?""Mrs. Hazelwood," came Drake’s voice, smooth and chilling as ever. "I need you to meet me at my office today. It’s time to finalize

Drake’s body sagged against Sophie as they stumbled through the front door. His weight was unbearable, nearly sending her to the ground more than once, but she clenched her teeth and pushed forward. She wasn’t sure what scared her more—seeing him collapse or the raw weakness she’d seen in his eyes just before he did.She lowered him onto the bed, her arms trembling from the effort. He looked like a shadow of himself, pale, damp, and utterly defeated. Drake Hazelwood, the man who never flinched, never broke, was now lying there like a man on the edge of something terrifying.“Drake.” Her voice was steady, even though she didn’t feel it. “What’s wrong? What happened?”His eyes flickered open, just barely. The usual sharpness was gone, replaced with something softer, something that tugged at her chest. “Nothing,” he croaked, his voice so quiet she had to strain to hear it.“Don’t give me that,” she snapped, brushing the damp strands of hair from his forehead. “You don’t just collapse in

Sophie heard the faint creak of the bathroom door and turned to see Drake emerging, his hair damp and pushed back, droplets of water clinging to his skin. He looked refreshed, like a man who had reclaimed control after losing it entirely. But the moment their eyes met, she knew something was different.Gone was the faint vulnerability she had glimpsed last night. His expression was unreadable, his eyes cold and distant.“Feeling better?” she asked hesitantly, her voice softer than she intended.“Fine,” he replied curtly, moving past her without a second glance.The distance in his tone caught her off guard. She had spent the entire night nursing him back to health, watching over him when he was at his weakest. Now, it was as though none of it had ever happened.Sophie forced herself to breathe, brushing off the unease creeping into her chest. It’s just the fever, she told herself. He’s probably still recovering.“I made breakfast,” she said, trying to bridge the gap forming between th