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CHAPTER 77 — THE GLUE THAT HOLDS EVERYTHING TOGETHER (RAPHAËL)
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Bound by Sin: The Heir & His Stepmother CHAPTER 82 — THE SPECTER AT THE ALTAR (ERIKA)
The dressing room door opened with a creak, and my mother’s face appeared in the gap. Pale. Watery-eyed. Trembling.My heart plummeted.He didn’t come. The wedding is over. The humiliation will be complete.“Mom?” My voice came out low, as fragile as the crystal in the jewels weighing on my neck. “What happened? He…”“He arrived.” The words came out like a sigh, as if my mother were releasing the breath she had been holding for the last few hours. “Tristan is at the altar. Waiting for you.”My legs went weak.I had to lean on the chair to keep from falling. The makeup artist, who was still adjusting a detail on my veil, held me by the arm, preventing me from collapsing onto the polished wooden floor.“He is…” I tried to repeat, but my voice failed.“He is.” My mother entered the dressing room, her eyes shining with tears that were no longer of despair, but of relief. “He’s there, Erika. I saw him myself. The black suit, the upright posture… he’s waiting.”He is there. He came. He didn
Bound by Sin: The Heir & His Stepmother CHAPTER 81 — THE SHADOW AT THE DOOR (AURORA)
Time had lost all meaning.The nights blended into a gray haze, a thick foam that swallowed the hours and spat out only one truth: Tristan was dead. Cassius had said so. Cassius had gone to the morgue. Cassius had identified the body.I didn’t want to believe it. I refused to believe it. But the hours passed and he didn’t return. The days passed and he didn’t return. And now, night was falling over the lake house, and I was beginning to accept what my heart refused to admit.He is not coming back.The phrase echoed in my mind like a funeral bell, each toll a blow to the chest.Lying on the narrow bed in the room where Cassius had locked me, I stared at the wooden ceiling, eyes dry, body empty. The tears had dried up after countless hours of muffled crying into the pillow so August wouldn’t hear. The rage had drained away when Cassius appeared at the door and told me, with unnecessary details, how his son’s body had been found — carbonized, unrecognizable, dead.Now, only emptiness rem
Bound by Sin: The Heir & His Stepmother CHAPTER 80 — BETWEEN THE ALTAR AND THE WAR (TRISTAN/LÖWE)
The Münchner Künstlerhaus (House of Artists) was a monument in the center of Munich, a symbol of the arrogance of the rich who believed money could buy anything — including happiness.Inside, the guests were already arriving, the long dresses and dark suits forming a mosaic of forced elegance.I entered through the back door, avoiding the main hall, the eyes of the security guards, and the flashes of the photographers. My body ached — not the sharp pain the injection dulled, but a deep, dull pain that came from the bones and spread through the muscles like slow lava.An employee guided me to the groom’s dressing room. The door was made of dark wood, elegant. In front of it, a familiar figure waited, arms crossed, expression fierce.Thaïs.She wore a simple black dress, functional — nothing like the colorful and vibrant clothes that usually defined her. Her eyes were red, as if she had been crying, but her posture was one of war.“You look like the walking dead,” she said without pream
Bound by Sin: The Heir & His Stepmother CHAPTER 79 — THEATER OF WAR (TRISTAN/LÖWE)
“You shouldn’t be standing,” the doctor said, for the fifth time in the last hour. “You have a low-grade fever and your blood pressure…”“I don’t care what you think I should or shouldn’t do.” My voice came out rougher than I intended, my throat dry. “What I need to know is whether you can keep me on my feet for the next few hours.”He hesitated. His eyes scanned my battered body as if assessing the damage from a car accident, which wasn’t far from the truth.“I can administer strong painkillers. Morphine, perhaps. But the side effects…”“I don’t want morphine. I want something that keeps me lucid. Something that kills the pain without clouding my mind.”The doctor sighed, resigned. He opened his black case, took out a syringe and a small vial with a clear liquid.“This is a low-dose cocktail. Stimulants mixed with fast-acting analgesics. It will keep you on your feet for a few hours. But when the effect wears off…” He paused, his eyes meeting mine. “You’re going to feel every broken
Bound by Sin: The Heir & His Stepmother CHAPTER 78 — THE VEIL OF UNCERTAINTY (ERIKA)
I woke up with a bad feeling. It wasn’t the butterflies of anxiety in my stomach, nor the flutter of excitement. It was something deeper, darker — a premonition that nestled in my chest like an animal about to strike. The kind of feeling that makes you want to wrap yourself in the sheets and never leave the bed again. But I couldn’t. Today was my day. The day I, Erika Meyer, would become Erika Delyon. The day I would finally stop being “the bride” and become “the wife.” The day when all the doubts, all the whispers, all the humiliations of the past few weeks — the fake jewels, Lena’s scandal, the malicious comments in the society columns — would be swept away by the grandeur of the ceremony. At least, that was what I tried to believe. Morning light streamed through the windows of my room at my mother’s house, golden and soft, almost maternal. Outside, the gardens were impeccable, decorated with white flowers and satin ribbons. The guests would only arrive later, but the hall was a
Bound by Sin: The Heir & His Stepmother CHAPTER 77 — THE GLUE THAT HOLDS EVERYTHING TOGETHER (RAPHAËL)
Tristan slept for three days.Three days of silent agony, of monitors beeping, of blood-soaked gauze being changed, of fever that rose and fell like a cruel tide. The doctor didn’t leave his side even to go to the bathroom. We took turns in exhausting shifts, each of us dealing in our own way with the possibility that the Löwe might never wake up.Anya brought coffee and talked nonstop about random things — the weather outside, a series she was binge-watching, the hair color she wanted to dye. I knew it was her way of not going insane with the silence, with Tristan’s irregular breathing, with the fear we all felt but no one dared to name.Zahir monitored the equipment in silence, his dark eyes always alert, his hands always ready to adjust a parameter, change an IV, note a change. He was methodical, patient — the opposite of me, who paced back and forth until Edda gave me a shove and told me to sit down.Edda kept guard on the perimeter but visited the recovery room every hour, her ic
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