All Chapters of Bound By Billionaire Secrets : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The Anniversary That Never Was I stood in front of the conceited mirror, adjusting the diamond bracelet Alex had proficient me in the remaining year. The diamonds glittered below the smooth bed room light, however the sight of them stuffed me with bitterness in place of joy. Tonight became alleged to be our fourth wedding ceremony anniversary, but the silence of our penthouse spoke louder than words. The grand dinner desk downstairs becomes set with great china and crystal glasses, the heady fragrance of freshly baked soufflé lingering withinside the air. I had spent hours with the chef, cautiously curating Alex’s favored meal. The flower arrangements had been flawless—white lilies, my favourite , even though I doubted he’d even notice. I glanced at the clock. 8: forty seven p.m. He became alleged to be domestic via means of seven. I pulled out my telecel smartphone and opened my messages. Anita: Alex, wherein are you? Dinner is ready. The message was confirmed as delivere

Shadows of Past I stared at my telecel smartphone , Alex’s call evident again at me like a ghost from the existence I changed into seeking to go away behind. My hands hovered over the screen, torn among starting the message and tossing my telecel smartphone throughout the room. Finally, I study it. Alex: “Anita, I recognise I messed up. Please, simply provide me with a danger to explain. Call me.” Explain? What should he probably say to undo 4 years of forgetting about and damaging promises? My chest tightened, anger surging through me like a wildfire. I locked my telecel smartphone and threw it onto the couch. I wasn’t prepared to address Alex— now no longer this night , now no longer ever. Instead, I grew to become interested in the small, moderately supplied condo I now referred to as home. The faint hum of the heater crammed the silence, and the best mild got here from the flickering candle at the espresso table. It changed into a much cry from the penthouse I had simp

A War of Words The anxiety withinside the room turned into suffocating. Alex’s piercing gaze shifted from me to Ethan, and I may want to see the wheels handing over his head, calculating, assessing. “Anita,” Alex said, his tone deceptively calm, “what’s taking place right here ? Who is this?” I opened my mouth to answer, however Ethan stepped forward, his stance protective. “I’m an antique friend. I’m right here due to the fact Anita merits to sense safe— some thing I’m guessing she hasn’t felt in a while.” Alex’s jaw tightened, and I noticed a flicker of anger flash in his eyes. “This doesn’t difficulty you,” he said, his voice hardening. “This is among my spouse and me.” “Ex-spouse,” I corrected, my voice consistent notwithstanding the knot forming in my stomach. Alex flinched, the phrase touchdown like a bodily blow. “We’re now no longer divorced yet,” he said, turning to stand me. “And I’m right here to ensure it doesn’t come to that.” Ethan didn’t lower back down. “I

A Widening Rift I stared at Alex’s message, my feelings a tangled mess of guilt, anger, and confusion. The phrases felt like a challenge, a determined try to claw again something that had already slipped via his fingers. Alex: “I’ve scheduled an assembly with a wedding counselor. I’m now no longer giving up on us, Anita. You shouldn’t either.” A lump shaped in my throat as I examined the textual content again, however earlier than I ought to respond, Ethan’s voice pulled me again to the present. “Anita?” he requested gently. “What is it?” I set the telecel smartphone down at the counter, my hand trembling slightly. “It’s Alex. He… he desires us to look for a wedding counselor.” Ethan’s expression hardened for a second earlier than softening into something extra cautious. “And how do you experience that?” “I don’t know,” I admitted, going for a walk with my hair. “Part of me appears like I owe it to him—to what we had. But the alternative element …” I trailed off, uncerta

Drawing the Line The subsequent morning, I awoke with a feel of dread heavy in my chest. Alex’s state-of-the-art email had driven me toward the threshold of my resolve, however it became Ethan’s words—“You combat back”—that replayed in my mind. As I stood with the aid of the window, staring out at the bleak January sky, I found out I couldn’t maintain running. If Alex desired combat , then I needed to locate the power to face my ground. But how? Later that day, Ethan got over, as he promised he could . He turned into wearing a big to- pass espresso cup and a small brown bag. “Peace offering,” he stated with a smile as he passed it to me. I opened the bag to discover a flawlessly glazed donut inside. I couldn’t help but smile. “You realize , bribing me with sugar may truly work.” “It’s a calculated strategy,” he joked, sitting down at the sofa . But his playful tone dwindled as quickly as I confirmed Alex's state-of-the-art e-mail . Ethan examines it carefully, his expressi