Lahat ng Kabanata ng Bound By Blood: The Step-Brothers' Temptation: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

_Amelie’s POV_To every bride, the day of her wedding was meant to be the happiest day of her life. Filled with joy and any other thing that classifies as ‘happy’. It was meant to be the best thing that has ever happened in her life.But not me. Of course not me. The gods forbid that Amelie DaVinci be happy even though it was for a day.Today would forever be the worst day of my life. And as I sat on the floor with my hands tied behind me and my mouth gagged, I tried to understand what led me here._A few hours ago_“But Papa I don't want to get married,” I complained to my fifty-five years old father, hoping to speak some sense into him.I had heard from the maids that I would be getting married today and I immediately rushed to him to confirm.Imagine that, not hearing from your own father who had set it up but from the maids who were ordered whispering about it in excitement.I had just turned twenty, the last thing I needed was to get married.“Amelie, we have talked about this,”

Amelie’s POVI still had that day carved into the back of my mind, constantly reminding me of what I had done.The heat from the fire was intense, like it wanted to reach out and swallow me whole. My chest tightened with the thick smoke in the air, but I couldn’t move. I just stood there, frozen, staring at the house that was now completely engulfed in flames.Something I had none. Not that it was a mistake, not that I had slept of with the fire place on, causing a fire.But because I had poured a trail of fuel round the house and set it ablaze.I was that girl.Beside me, my father stood tall, his face cold and expressionless. The orange glow from the fire flickered across his features, but nothing softened that hard look in his eyes.He stared on intently like he was waiting for some sort of movement in the fire, but I knew it was practically impossible.There’s no way they would have gotten out of the fire on time, I knew that much.Father made me make sure of it. After a few minut

Amelie’s POVI don’t know how long I stayed this way, the brothers going in and out randomly like they expected me to break the next time they walked in.The cold metal of the cuffs bit into my wrists, the pressure making my hands go numb. My shoulders ached from being held in the same position for too long, but I refused to show weakness. Not in front of them.If I showed even the slightest weakness, they’d use it against me, assuming I was about to break. And I couldn’t let that happen.Luca stood in front of me, his gray eyes sharp, calculating. I always wondered what went on in his head when he stared at someone like that. It seemed as if he could read straight into your soul, but I knew better.Matteo leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his usual smirk tugging at his lips. And Nico… he was watching. Always watching. He never said much—just observed.“I’ll ask one more time,” Luca said, his voice dangerously calm. “Tell us about your father. His allies, his movements.”Like my

_Amelie’s POV_The silence in my room felt suffocating.I sat curled on the edge of the bed, my wrist still aching from when Nico had twisted it. He hadn’t told them. I knew that much.I had walked back to where I had tried to escape from, waiting for when the brothers decided to come for me.And when someone came later on to inform me about my change of location, I was happy. They hadn’t found out yet, but I wasn’t stupid enough to think I’d gotten away with it.Something about the way Nico smirked at me before disappearing into the mansion told me everything I needed to know. This wasn’t over.And I was right.Because when the door finally swung open, Luca stood there. His eyes blazing with fury.I stiffened instantly, my heart dropping to the pit of my stomach. Standing behind Luca were Matteo and Nico, but they weren’t my problem right now. It was Luca. His presence filled the room before he even took a step inside. He didn’t need to speak. His sharp gray eyes pinned me in pla

_Amelie’s POV_I don’t know how many hours it has been since then.I sat in the dimly lit room, my fingers twitching against the leather wrapped around my throat. I thought it was a dream, and so I pinched myself so many times but this was nothing close to being a dream.The leather was there, reminding me just how real this was.No matter how many times I pulled at it, no matter how hard I tried, the collar wouldn’t come off.And I hated it. Hating having this thing around my neck.Because it wasn’t just leather.It was a sentence. A brand. A mark of ownership.They had practically written, “You belong to us.” On my forehead so everyone could see.And there was nothing I could do except walk around with the banner they had forced upon me.I wanted to scream. To rip it off. To tear through every inch of this mansion and burn it to the ground, just like I had with their old home.That time I was forced to do it, but this time… This time I would make sure they don’t get out of it alive