บททั้งหมดของ Bound by Deception.: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Fiona's POV I looked over my shoulder, throwing the cape over my head to make sure I wasn't seen. The dark street helped conceal my face as I walked into the narrow passage, knocking eagerly on one of the joint doors of the bustling club.A group of naked ladies stood on the stage, dancing shamelessly as men ogled them. It was more of a market for sex toys, and I felt nauseous watching the horrid scene.A man approached upon seeing me. "You must be her," he said.I nodded.He led me to the far end of the club, into another door. I walked carefully, trying to avoid the unhealthy sexual activities going on around me. My eyes shifted to a stripper who was busy enticing hungry-looking men.The man stopped, pointing at a secluded area. "Go in," his husky voice rang in my ear as I nodded.I swallowed my fear as a lady walked out of the room, licking her fingers naughtily. I looked at her in disdain before closing the door behind me."You're here," Davis said, crossing his legs as he sat."

Fiona's POV"Can you hear me?"A voice echoed in my ear for what felt like an eternity. My head felt as heavy as if it were encased in dried cement. I groaned weakly, struggling to open my eyes.Isabella's face was the first thing I saw as my vision cleared, hovering close to mine. "Can you see me?" she asked repeatedly."I...""Doctor, she's awake!" Isabella dashed out and quickly returned with a large man with a protruding belly. He examined my eyes with a penlight and checked my heartbeat with a stethoscope.I turned to see Dami, Tim, and John sitting nearby, their faces filled with words they had been holding back."She's alright, but we'll need to monitor her progress for a few days," the doctor reassured Isabella before leaving."Fiona," Dami cried, grasping my arms, while Tim sat at my feet, holding my legs."I can't breathe," I whispered."She's dying! Call the doctor!" Isabella wailed again."I'm alright," I managed to say louder this time, holding my head in pain. "Can you g

Alexander's POV I watched the footage clearly, the recordings Frederick had brought. It’s been over eight hours now. Maybe this was my way of comforting myself after everything that happened the previous morning.I wondered what must be going on in her head. If she was doing okay or just pretending to. But who was I to care about that? It's true what everyone says—I’m just as bad as Sabrina Parks.I paused the footage as Frederick walked in. “How’s she?” I had sent Frederick to keep an eye on Fiona.“She went out of town today.”“To?”“My men haven’t reported back yet. About what you heard your father and Mr. Parks discussing the other day,” he moved closer, “your father is involved in illegal mining.”I stared in shock. “What!”He handed over a newspaper. “A few years ago, a family was burnt alive. The publishing company that reported it went bankrupt immediately. There’s no other copy.”“So how did you get this?”“A reporter friend of mine has been keeping an eye on Michelle, the r

Fiona's POV I barged into the office, throwing my coat on the sofa. He didn’t lift a brow, reading through a pile of documents on his table.“Don’t you have a lawyer, Fiona?” He slammed the book shut, lifting his gaze.I felt tense. What was I thinking, coming here? “Are you threatening me because I ended things with you?”“Didn’t you sign the papers?” He threw the question at me.“I was in a haste…”“That’s not an excuse.” His eyes raged with fury as he walked up to me. “You breached the contract.”“Fine, fine,” I took a step back. “What do you want?”He sighed, taking a seat. “I won’t sue if you attend the event tomorrow.”“What event?” I gasped as I remembered. “The hospital’s anniversary? I’ll never do that.”He wore a smirk. “Then, you leave me with no choice.”I bit my lip. “Why should I do that? You’re getting married to Sabrina soon. You want the world to call me a husband-snatcher... wait, why do you want me to attend the event?”“Because tomorrow, I want to reveal the truth

Fiona's POVEveryone I've met never stopped reminding me how avenging my parents' death would make me lose my purpose. Little did they know, I had drowned myself so deeply into this chaotic life that I never had a purpose.Whatever I have done to this day was for one thing: to see this family shatter into bits. Then Ethan Gray used this as a weapon to avenge his own daughter's death. I was nothing but a pawn in his game. But I knew exactly what to do to him.This was all I thought about as I crept into the study room with a flashlight in hand, checking all the files and documents to get something on Mr. Brooks. I grabbed every unintelligible material, asking the ever-useful AI for their meanings, but none of it was useful.I took a deep breath and pulled a drawer open. A ton of images fell out. I quickly arranged them, surprised to see they were of me. All my movements—from Mrs. Smith's home, to Antonio's home, to Anna's shop, even my trip to the prison—were captured. I smacked my lip