All Chapters of Bound by vengeance: Chapter 121 - Chapter 127

DAVINAI was about to explode. Again. But seriously, who could blame me? I had just escaped the clutches of a sociopath, my head still pounding from the remnants of adrenaline, and now Timmy was standing there with his arms crossed, face like stone, and an expression that said he wasn’t going to budge an inch.“Davina, you’re not going anywhere.”His tone was calm, firm, and annoyingly self-assured. My blood boiled.“Timmy, darling, may I remind you that I am a free woman? I can feel that something happened to Vincent! I need to go after him!”He stepped forward, as if that would somehow make me change my mind. Which was ridiculous, because I’m a damn hurricane when I set my mind on something.“You were just kidnapped, Davina!” he shot back. “Do you have any idea what we went through to get you out of there? I’m not letting you run off after the mafia prince like this is some kind of crime drama episode.”Oh, great. Now he wanted to give me a lecture. Because, obviously, I wasn’t awar

DAVINAI feel eyes on us as we walk down the stairs, Gutemberg’s steps steady at my side, our fingers intertwined naturally. The warmth of his hand in mine gives me a sense of safety, though I know that no matter how gentle his touch is, what lies ahead won’t be easy. Every step we descend echoes inside me, each movement heavier than the last. But what surprises me is his calmness. As if he knows exactly what to do. As if, somehow, he has already accepted the risk and knows that the battle ahead is no longer about choice. It’s about duty.We reach the bottom of the stairs, and when I look into the living room, I see everyone waiting. Timmy, with a tense expression and probably clenched fists. Aaron, always with that calculating gaze, examining everything with the coldness of someone already thinking about the next move. And Midnight, watching everyone with the authority of someone who has seen and done it all. Nothing is out of place, and for a moment, it feels like all of us were fat

DAVINA"Davina." Aaron spoke, his tone clearly worried.Before I could react, three men lunged forward. Two of them grabbed Aaron, pushing him against the table as he struggled to break free. A punch hit his rib, and he groaned in pain. Another strike, this time to the face, and blood stained his chin."Stop!" I shouted, trying to move forward, but strong hands held me back. I kicked and thrashed, but it was useless.Vincent's uncle held me easily, his fingers gripping my arms like iron."I like your spirit. But now…" He raised his hand.A strong blow struck the back of my neck. The world spun.The last sound I heard before losing consciousness was that man's cruel laughter.I woke up to the metallic smell of blood and a sharp throbbing in my head. The pain was unbearable, as if my brain were trying to expand inside my skull. The room was suffocating, filled with dark furniture and gray walls, one wall covered with monitors showing various parts of the house.I blinked a few times, tr

DAVINAThe auditorium is packed, but I feel strangely alone as I walk across the stage. The diploma in my hands is a symbol of everything I’ve achieved, but also of everything I’ve lost. Six months ago, I would never have imagined being here without my father in the audience. My mother didn’t come. She’s still at Vincent’s estate, living a quiet life alongside other women who, like her, carry scars. I miss her, but I understand. Still, seeing my grandmother sitting in the front row brings me a small sense of relief.When I lift my eyes, I see the faces that have become my new family. Timmy, with his protective air and crooked smile, wears a deep blue suit that reflects his boldness and style. Midnight, or Huxley, as I call him now, carries his aura of mystery in a burgundy suit, sober and imposing. Gutemberg, the Ghost, who is no longer quite so ghostly, is in a lead-gray suit, flawless as the rich boy he’s always been. Vincent, leaning casually, seemingly indifferent but attentive to