Bound By His Name

Damien POV "Ugh...shit". I staggered out of the automatic doors, my tailored suit no longer immaculate. My body reeks of the strong smell of alcohol. I coughed violently as my breath felt raspy, making me clutch my chest as I tried holding my lungs ironically. The Aphrodisiac powder effect spread through my body, and with each deep breath, it felt like a knife twisting inside. Someone has definitely drugged me. "God damnit, another bastard trying his luck". I’d underestimated tonight. Dragging my swaying feet across the thick carpet, I reached for the elevator with trembling hands. The elevator doors opened. I leaned against the wall, panting like a trapped animal. The light above flickered. My eyes felt blurry when I saw a figure walking down the hall, and a folder was tucked under the figure's arm. The figure had a striking face that could evoke even the deepest feelings in a man. It probably had noticed my disheveled self. My fingers clutched the elevator rail like a lifeli

Elias POV I lay motionless for long minutes, my body aching all over. I dragged myself to sit upright. Every movement sent sharp pain lancing through my lower back and thighs. Limping into the bathroom, I turned on the shower and stepped under the hot spray. Tears mingled with water as they poured down my face. Humiliation hurt deeper than this scalding hot shower. Pain throbbed in every muscle and bone of mine. The night replayed in cruel flashes: the initial thought of help to the endless violation. After thirty minutes of crying in the bathroom, I came out and used a new towel. I dried off mechanically, avoiding my reflection on the side mirror. I glanced at the sleeping stranger—hatred and anger warring in my chest. Seeing him sleeping peacefully made me want to kill him but I retrained myself. I didn't want to destroy my father's reputation, I will deal with him when I finalize this business deal. Gathering my scattered clothes, I pulled them on with shaking hands. The fol

Elias POV I walked out of a cafe, with an iced coffee in hand. The streets were bright with morning light, but it did little to pierce the darkness inside me. The memory of last night is still fresh like it happened today. Emily fell in step beside me holding a pizza in her hands, she didn’t let me walk alone to the company. We entered her car and she drove off. A few minutes later we stopped at a towering glass building that stood tall as cars rolled into the company. We entered the towering building that housed my father’s office. The air smelled of cleaning chemicals and antiseptic. My steps echoed in the vast hall, the sound served as a reminder that I was about to face a man who had spent his whole life exacting control over everyone around him except one person. My father’s office door loomed ahead, a dark wood monolith that seemed to swallow the light. I exhaled slowly and straightened my posture afraid of walking somewhat. Emily stood by my side as her presence anchored

Fred POV I snapped my head up, heat rushing to my face. My fingers dug into the arm of the cheap couch, the fabric rough against my palm. This filthy room, this disgusting smell of cum and smoke, and now this lowlife mocking me. I wanted to grab the nearest bottle and smash it across his grinning face.“Spineless?” I hissed, leaning forward. My voice came out sharper than I intended. “Watch your fucking mouth before I make sure you choke on your own tongue.”He just laughed again, that low, raspy sound that made my skin crawl. He took another drag from his cigarette, eyes half-lidded with amusement. “Look at you. All dressed up in your fancy clothes, driving your expensive car yet one name and you’re shaking like a little bitch. Pathetic.”I stood up slowly, trying to keep my breathing steady. The image of Damien’s cold eyes still lingered in my head—those eyes that could peel skin without blinking. I hated how real it felt. But I couldn’t let this idiot see my weakness.“Enough of

Fred POVI adjusted my designer suit jacket as I walked out of the elevator. The familiar feeling of home hits me—that I own the company. This was supposed to be my kingdom. Mine. Yet that bastard still had the nerve to breathe the same air as me. Walking down the lobby, I immediately spotted him. Elias was standing near the glass wall of the conference room, reviewing some documents with that pathetic, look of professionalism. He had always wore it. Like working hard would suddenly make our father see him as worthy. The sight of him made my blood boil — especially after knowing that Damien had something to do with him. The thought of that monster fucking him raw still twisted something ugly in my stomach. Why did that have to happen? I smirked and walked straight toward him. “Well, well,” I called out loudly, making sure a few employees nearby