บททั้งหมดของ Bound by Betrayal : บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Olivia “Is your leg still paining you?” "Just a little," I hum in response before letting out a tired sigh.Mason nodded and pulled a chair forward, sitting in front of me with his arms crossed."What!" I snapped, raising my brow at him.Sighing, he cleared his throat before speaking up, "You might hurt yourself.""He's just acting, he'll give in as time goes on," I said, giving him a wink. A mischievous smile played on my lips, though my own words didn't even seem that convincing to me.He acknowledges her as his wife and even fights the urge to have anything to do with me. Who in their right senses would reject this alluring body? “But the way he pushed you says otherwise,” "Mason!" I snapped, slowly massaging my ankle. "It's my business, I don't care!"Shrugging, he rested back on the chair. "Not my business though, I'm just caring because your target seems like a hard crack."I snarled at him, glaring. "Did you get the pictures?"Sighing, he hummed in response before stret

Ashley I couldn't contain my excitement as I walked into the company, my mind consumed by thoughts of Damien, the man who had completely ravished me the night before. Stepping inside, the usual silence enveloped the workplace, with everyone seemingly pretending to be engrossed in their tasks, acting like they didn't see the juicy gossip spreading like wildfire on social media.Without paying any attention to their pretense, I hurriedly made my way upstairs, a wide grin plastered across my face that seemed to irk them. As I approached Damien's office, I could hear a heated commotion, filled with discussions about killing someone and taking legal action. Initially, I assumed it was just his friends engaging in a heated argument, so without giving it much thought, I forcefully pushed open the door.And there, look and behold, stood Damien and, to my utter astonishment, my father!My face twisted into a scowl, a mix of confusion and surprise reflecting in my eyes."Da...mien!" I exclaime

I rushed into the hospital, heading straight for the receptionist's desk. "Where's my dad?" I asked, my words coming out in a rush, my heart pounding in my chest. “Where is who?” she inquired, adjusting her glasses, a look of confusion crossing her face."I... my father," I stuttered, "He's been admitted here.""Your father," she mumbled, still puzzled. "His name, please, so I can confirm," she trailed off, scrutinizing my appearance. Doubt creased her face as she eyed me up. "Are you certain your father is here?"Exhaling heavily, I nodded, trying to steady my breath. I was fully aware of my disheveled state, with my puffy eyes and tousled hair.Still uncertain, she scrutinized me until her eyebrow twitched in recognition. "Wait! You seem familiar.""Where is your manager, Mason!" I blurted out, feeling impatient with the situation."You're Mrs. Ashley Albrecht, right?"She was still in shock when suddenly a familiar voice called out from behind, "Ashley."Thank goodness! Turning i

I took a sip of my coffee, the warmth of the cup comforting me as I gazed out of the window. The city's rhythm felt distant, overshadowed by the weight of the tension around us. Memories flooded back, a mix of sweetness and pain, as I stole glances at him. His eyes held a familiar longing, a desire that once ignited a fire between us but right now, the space between us feels suffocating to me. Sighing, I tighten my grip around my coffee cup and look away. From the corner of my eyes, I could clearly see his eyes fixed on the wedding ring on my fourth finger. My heart races as I notice his blank expression, making it hard to decipher what's going on in his mind.And just then Damien's face flashes through my mind… Damn! How could I forget? I quickly glance at my wristwatch.Damn! It's already 1:30 pm... My eyes widened as I realized I left the office around 9 a.m.More reason for Damien to pull off my head, bringing the cup closer to my lips, I gulped down the coffee in one go and quic

“How did you know my name?” Who the hell is this man?Smiling, he spoke in a gentler tone, "Relax, my boss would love to meet you.""Your boss," I raised an eyebrow at him suspiciously. But then something clicked in, "Is it Damien?" I asked with a smile, feeling my excitement bubbling up. Seeing my reaction, he smirked coldly and remarked, "Looks like you're eager to see him," his words wiped the smile off my face, leaving me confused.If it is not Damien then who exactly? Which other boss is he talking about?More like he read my mind, he leaned back on his seat, the smile still not leaving his lips. "Not him," he stated, earning a glare from me. Glancing sideways, he leaned in and whispered, "But it has everything to do with him, don't you want to get closer to him?"“Don't I want to get closer to him?” Glancing at the stranger before me, I mulled over his words. His grin enticed me, tempting me to give in, and truthfully, I yearned to get closer to Damien no matter the cost, b