Bound By Mr. Reiner

The banquet hall was filled with opulence, reflecting the wealth of the social elites. The crystal chandelier sparkled, casting a soft glow across the expansive room. Yet, the chosen venue wasn’t entirely open to the public eye.Guests, impeccably dressed in evening gowns and expensive suits, engaged in conversations while sipping champagne from crystal glasses. The light hum of laughter blended seamlessly with the delicate notes of the orchestra playing in the corner.But the moment seemed to pause as Reiner Barack entered the room.His tailored black suit framed his tall, well-built figure perfectly. His hair was slicked back neatly, save for one stray strand falling onto his forehead, giving him an effortlessly captivating look. His face bore a cold expression, yet his charisma was undeniable. Each step he took exuded a confidence so commanding that all heads turned toward him.The women whispered amongst themselves, some hiding shy smiles behind their fans. One of them, a young so

Part 3At ten in the morning, the kitchen in the Barack family's grand house was quiet and still. The only sound was the faint creak of the ceiling as the wind outside brushed against it. Reiner sat at the long wooden table, holding a glass of water, but his eyes seemed far more interested in the tranquility surrounding him.He had just left the dining room after a tense conversation with his mother. The irritation lingered on his lips, but he didn't care. It would pass, just like everything else that had ever happened in his life. However, something managed to catch his attention.When Elise stepped in quietly, there was something different about her presence—something simple yet strong. There were no words of hospitality exchanged, just a brief and cautious greeting. Reiner felt her presence before he even heard her footsteps.Elise moved slowly, angling her body slightly as if to avoid disturbing him. Reiner knew she would never speak first, and Elise, as usual, didn't force hersel

Reiner drove his car down the dimly lit road, following the direction indicated by Elise. When the car stopped in front of a modest yet somewhat shabby house, Reiner glanced briefly at the building from inside the car. Nothing too striking, just a house with a wooden fence that had started to decay. It was a stark contrast to the grand house he lived in.Elise opened the car door, about to get out. Reiner lowered his gaze for a moment, trying to hide the curiosity that was growing inside him. With some hesitation, he followed Elise out of the car and walked behind her toward the front door. In Reiner’s mind, this house was a world apart from his luxurious, privileged life.As soon as they entered, the damp smell and stuffy air hit them. The house looked chaotic, with items scattered across the floor. The room that was supposed to be the living room appeared empty, filled only with old wooden chairs and a table that had clearly not been taken care of. Dirty dishes were piled up in a co

Part 7That morning, Elise woke up before dawn.The shadows of the previous night’s events lingered in her mind, but there was no time to dwell on her unease. Swiftly, she began tidying the disheveled house, setting upright the overturned chairs and sweeping up the shards of glass scattered across the floor. Every so often, she glanced toward her father’s room, ensuring no suspicious sounds came from inside.Elise prepared a simple breakfast: two portions of rice and an omelet. It had to be enough for Lily and her father. As she worked, her thoughts wandered to Eddie’s order from the night before. Approach Reiner? What an absurd idea. Elise shook her head, trying to push the thought away.When Lily emerged from her room, her hair still messy, Elise gave a small smile.“Go wash your face quickly. After that, eat before we leave,” Elise said, handing her sister a plate of rice.“Have you eaten, Sis?” Lily asked innocently, her voice raspy from just waking up.Elise nodded while busying

That morning, the dining room was calm, filled with the warm aroma of toast and coffee. Elise had just finished attending to Reiner’s needs and quickly hurried to bring a breakfast tray to Mr. Abraham. Unlike the rest of the household, Abraham had his own habits—he always preferred having his breakfast in his private study, away from the noise of the grand house.Elise knocked politely on the door.“Come in,” came Abraham’s deep voice from within.When Elise entered, she was greeted by the stillness of Abraham’s study, surrounded by tall bookshelves. He was seated in his recliner, his gaze shifting from the book he was reading to Elise.“Good morning, sir,” Elise greeted softly as she placed the tray on the small table beside his chair.“Morning,” Abraham replied, folding his book and setting it on his lap. “Have you gotten used to working here, Elise?”“I’m starting to, sir. Although… there’s still much for me to learn,” Elise admitted honestly, bowing her head slightly.“Good. Don’t