All Chapters of Bound By Blood: The Step-Brothers' Temptation: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Amelie’s POVThe cameras were everywhere.I felt them before I saw them—tiny red lights blinking like electronic veins stitched into the walls, silent and watchful. The glassy eye in the corner of the hallway followed every step I took, and I could almost hear Santiago whispering through it. One wrong move, little girl. I dare you.It had been three days since I woke up in this gilded prison—back under my father’s roof, under his roof but never his protection. Surveillance had replaced silence. Guards stood like statues outside my door. My every movement was reported, tracked, catalogued. I wasn’t a daughter here.I was a variable. A problem to be solved or erased.Even when I breathed, it felt like too much noise.At dinner, I sat across from Dante DaVinci, my cousin, the family's golden vulture, smiling like the devil’s intern. He’d always been beautiful in that cruel, heartless way. Clean lines. Cold smirk. He was the kind of man that looked like he belonged in a courtroom or a fun

_Amelie’s POV_I watched as Marco’s lifeless body was carried out of the dinning hall, the carpet stained with red.I felt sorry for the man but I did what had to be done. I wasn’t going to let myself get killed off.After the guests left, Santiago dragged me into his office.He didn’t speak at first.He just stood there, looming.Then—without warning—he struck me.The slap snapped my head to the side, my lip splitting open against my teeth.The sharp crack of it echoed in the silence.I didn’t fall.I didn’t cry.I just stood there, tasting blood, my face burning.His chest rose up and down in silent anger, eyes burning into me.“Do you think you’re clever, Amelie?” Santiago said, his voice dangerously low.I straightened slowly, meeting his eyes.There was no warmth there.Only calculation.Only fury, held back by the thinnest thread of control.“I did what you would have done,” I said quietly.Wrong answer.He slammed his hand onto the desk hard enough to rattle the lamp.“You wil

:Amelie’s POVThe dress was delivered just after sunset.Black velvet. Tight. Simple.But not simple enough to hide what it was really meant for.Just like the dress given to me by the triplets, this one too left little to the imagination.It clung to curves I wanted to be hidden. Left just enough bare skin to whisper promises I never intended to keep. It wasn’t a dress for diplomacy. It wasn’t a dress for war.It was a dress for bait.And tonight. I was the bait.The guard who delivered it said nothing to me. His face was blank as he stepped into my room. He just tossed the garment bag onto my bed like it was garbage and locked the door again with a heavy click.How nice.I made my way to my bed after that, sitting on the hard mattress as I waited.Five minutes later, Dante appeared.No knocking this time. I didn’t expect him to anyways.The door was pulled open, and Dante stepped in like he owned the place.He leaned against the frame, arms crossed lazily over his chest, a crooke

Amelie’s POVThe world shrank to the silence in my ear.Dante’s voice was gone.No more orders. No more warnings. No more anything.Just a heavy, stifling pause that filled the low-lit study, as if the air itself were holding its breath, waiting.Vargas was still inside me, still panting against my skin, completely oblivious.I didn’t flinch.I didn’t panic.I simply decided: It was time.His hands roamed lazily over my hips, greedy and slow, as if he thought he had all night to ruin me. His smile was lazy, drunk on the illusion that he was in control.Good.I smiled back at him — a soft, sweet thing, all parted lips and breathy sighs — and kissed him again.Slow. Lingering. Poisonous.He moaned into my mouth, grinding up into me, chasing the high he didn’t know would be his last. I shifted, rolling my hips with lazy cruelty, making him think it was pleasure that flushed my skin and not the cold, mechanical calculation humming beneath.As I moved, my fingers slipped down the curve of

_Amelie’s POV_My eyes peeled open, immediately closing off when the harsh might hit them.The first thing I felt was the ache.Not pain exactly—though there was that too—but something deeper. A heaviness in my limbs. A sluggishness in my bloodAn after effect of the drugs I had inhaled? Maybe.The second thing I felt was the ropes.Thick. Tight. Binding my wrists above my head, my ankles spread wide, strapped to cold steel. I was stretched out, helpless, my back arching slightly from the tension.Déjà vu slammed into me like a fist.This had happened before. In another house. Another lifetime.I remember the last thing that had happened. I had killed Vargas and Dante left me.And then I fell unconscious.The realization that I had been kidnapped by Varga's men hit me and my heart dropped in panic.I needed to get out of here, needed to escape.But the ropes around my wrists were tied so tightly, that escape wasn't an option.I tried to figure out where I was, and that was when my eye