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Chapter 102: Last Intimacy
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Bound to My Sister's Billionaire Crush Chapter 134: Ghosting the Empire
- DESMOND"Play it again," I said, leaning so close to the monitor my breath was fogging up the glass. "The gray sedan at the Lincoln Tunnel toll booth. Zoom in on the driver."Nigel tapped a key on his mechanical keyboard. The grainy, rain-blurred traffic cam footage paused. He enhanced the frame, pixelating the driver's face into a messy smudge of flesh tones and shadows."It's a sixty-year-old guy with a mustache, boss," Nigel sighed, dropping his hands off the keys. He looked completely wiped out, his tie loosened and his eyes bloodshot. "That's the fifth gray Nissan we've tracked since noon. None of them are her."I slammed my fist into the leather armrest of my chair. "She didn't just evaporate into thin air, Nigel! She was driving a silver or gray sedan. Aleena’s cousin’s car. Run the plate registry for every Ben in the tri-state area again.""I did," Nigel said with exhaustion. "Three times. The only cousin named Ben in Aleena's family tree lives in Ohio and his car is current
Bound to My Sister's Billionaire Crush Chapter 133: The Six-Hour Blindspot
- DESMOND"I don't give a shit about the European logistics variance, Frank," I slammed my palm down on the glass conference table, making three water glasses rattle. "The board approved the Q2 maritime margins back in November. Why am I sitting in an emergency session on a Friday morning discussing a routine dock tariff?"Frank, the senior trustee for the Zimmerman estate funds, adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and slid another three-inch-thick binder across the table toward me. "Because four institutional hedge funds just pooled twenty-two percent of the voting stock. They’re calling for a structural audit of the Wellington joint venture. If we don’t restructure the board seats by the closing bell, the stock is going to drop another eight points."I stared at the binder, my teeth grinding until my jaw throbbed.Six hours.I’d been trapped in this soundproofed cage on the top floor of the Zimmerman Tower for six miserable hours. My phone had been buzzing with alerts from the Daily Le
Bound to My Sister's Billionaire Crush Chapter 132: The Escape
- SIERRA"The service chute," Aleena said finally, her keyboard clacking, dropping off completely. Her voice was suddenly dead serious. "Sierra, listen to me. I have checked the blueprint. Inside your guest room utility closet, behind the extra linens, there’s an old wall panel. It’s the building’s industrial laundry and trash elevator, the old mechanical lift from before the high-rise renovation."I heard her take a sharp breath, her fingers flying across the keys again."It runs on the building's core utility grid, not Desmond’s private automated system. The guards won't see it cycle on their monitors. I’m pulling up the maintenance mainframe right now using my tech division clearance. I can force a manual override from my terminal to unlock the gate on the eighty-floor junction. Give me ten seconds.""Ten seconds? Lee, I can literally hear one of the guards pacing right outside my penthouse door," I whispered, my heart racing wildly that it felt like it was going to break through.
Bound to My Sister's Billionaire Crush Chapter 131: Trapped in a Fishbowl
- SIERRA"You have got to be shitting me," I whispered to the empty room.My phone was practically vibrating out of my hand. I stared at the screen, my thumb frozen over the refresh button on the Daily Ledger feed. There it was. A grainy, black-and-white sonogram, looking like some twisted piece of abstract art, right next to Desmond’s stupid, handsome face. The caption below it was a calculated psychological warfare: “Building the next Zimmerman legacy.”My stomach lurched again, but this time it had nothing to do with morning sickness. It was from the panic crashing over me.I scrambled off the bed and ran to the heavy drapes, yanking them back just an inch. Eighty stories below, the street looked like a disturbed anthill. The paparazzi hadn't just doubled; they’d brought reinforcement vans, satellite dishes, and a small army of telephoto lenses aimed straight up at our glass terrace. The main garage exit was completely choked out by a wall of black jackets and flashing bulbs.I ba
Bound to My Sister's Billionaire Crush Chapter 130: Shaking on the Pedestal
- DESMONDI sat at my mahogany desk for sixty minutes just staring at the skin on my palms.They were shaking. A hard, rhythmic tremor that I couldn't stop, no matter how hard I clenched my fists. Your touch. Every time you come near me, Desmond... it makes me sick.The words pulsed through my head over and over again. I’ve had board members scream in my face. I’ve had foreign logistics directors threaten to hijack my cargo lines in the middle of the Atlantic. I’ve had my own grandfather tell me I was a failure before I hit my twentieth birthday. None of it ever made my chest cave in like this.I leaned my elbows on the desk and buried my face in my hands, breathing in the dark silence of the study. The great Desmond Zimmerman was completely leveled by a five-foot-five girl in a kitchen floor covered in broken pottery.My private cell phone buzzed against the leather blotter. I didn't want to pick it up. I wanted to throw it through the glass window and watch it drop eighty stories
Bound to My Sister's Billionaire Crush Chapter 129: Sick to My Stomach
- SIERRAThe sun wasn't even fully up yet. The sky beyond the floor-to-ceiling kitchen windows had turned a bleak, bruised shade of purple, and I was on my knees on the Italian marble, my hands gripping the sink's edge.I didn't make it to the bathroom. I barely made it past the breakfast island before my stomach completely flipped inside out. I lunged for the small stainless steel trash can by the pantry, hitting the foot pedal so hard the lid slammed back against the cabinetry with a loud bang.God, I hate this. It was awful. It wasn't just the normal morning sickness anymore. The black coffee from the night before and the nonstop stress of the last seventy-two hours had completely wrecked my stomach. Every headline, every buzz of my phone, every mental image of Vivian’s smug face was hitting me all at once, rendering me completely useless over the drain.My throat burned. My chest heaved so hard my ribs felt like they were going to crack.I drew in a shaky breath and rested my fore
Bound to My Sister's Billionaire Crush Chapter 88: The Snake Pit
- DESMONDI stood in front of the full-length mirror in the hotel penthouse, pulling the lapels of my tuxedo straight. My reflection looked back at me.Nigel stood by the door, a tablet screen open in his palms. He didn't have his jacket on yet, his shoulder holster sitting flat against his white s
Bound to My Sister's Billionaire Crush Chapter 86: The Disguise
- SIERRAThe Cologny safehouse was built from sleek glass and cold stone with hard, sharp edges, looking out over a gray, misty stretch of Lake Geneva. I put my leather bag slowly and carefully onto the sleek kitchen island, feeling the two-hundred-and-fifty-million-dollar certificate inside it.M
Bound to My Sister's Billionaire Crush Chapter 85: The Underground Exit
- SIERRAI shoved the heavy brass bond certificate and the velvet pouch down into the deepest compartment of my leather bag, pulling the zipper shut with a sharp snap. My hands were still shaking, the cold weight of that two-hundred-and-fifty-million-dollar figure burning behind my eyelids.I slid t
Bound to My Sister's Billionaire Crush Chapter 84: The Waiting
- DESMONDThe rain started just as we pulled up to the curb outside Banque Vontobel & Cie. It wasn't a heavy downpour, just a miserable, gray drizzle that smeared the windshield and turned the cobblestones into ice.I kept the window cracked an inch, the damp cold hitting my face as I stared at the
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