Bound To The Billionaire のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

AVAThe tension in the room rose with an unprecedented speed as John Tyson glared at us. His lips were pulled to a sneer, his sharp gaze calculating as he stood some metres away from us like a barricade."What's going on father?" Clara asked as she descended down the flight of stairs. The moment our eyes locked,she let out a gasp, her eyes widening in surprise at my unwelcomed arrival."Ava?" She whispered, before turning to face her father, "What is she doing here dad? What's this adulterous woman doing back in our house. I thought we got rid of you" she spat.Normally, I'd be bold to speak out in my name but today, hearing her vile words and their scornful gazes made me want to recoil in my skin.I know I shouldn't have come here."Ask your cousin. Liam this woman doesn't belong here. We threw her out for a reason..." John Tyson pointed his forefinger at Liam, approaching him with predatorial steps as the words gritted out of his mouth.I became extremly frightened, clenching tightl

The Rays family estate, a sprawling mansion stood imposingly against the backdrop of the late afternoon sky. In the opulent living room, Amelia and her mother, Isabella, were seated on a plush sofa, deep in conversation.Amelia’s eyes were bright with excitement as she spoke to her mother. "I’m telling you, Mother, this plan of ours is foolproof. Ava will be out of our lives for good, and Father will finally see her for the manipulative person she is."Isabella nodded, a faint smile on her lips. "Just be very careful honey. This is a dangerous game we are playing” Isabella advised.Yes she supported their endeavors but this was a risky plan nevertheless.“Why are you always worried about nothing mother? Just relax please” Amelia rolled her eyes, tired off her mother’s incessant worry.“Because you are not just toying with Ava but also with the reputation of her inlaws. The Tysons are a very powerful family" Isabella adviced.“I know mum. Ava has always acted like she was better than

LIAMDays had passed since that horrible night, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. Ava had been avoiding me, and every time I tried to get close to her, she would find some excuse to leave the room. I couldn’t blame her, though. I had failed her when she needed me most. I couldn’t protect her, couldn’t do anything but stand there, frozen in fear like the helpless child I had to pretend to be.I know that acting like a child is supposed to keep me safe, but at what cost? How could I just stand there and watch while she was in danger? Every time I close my eyes, I see the fear in her eyes, hear the desperation in her voice as she begged me to do something. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t break the facade, and now I’m paying the price.It hurts more than I thought it would. It’s like a knife twisting in my gut every time she turns away from me. I miss her so much, and I hate that I’m the reason she’s pulling away. I’m supposed to be her husband, the one person she can

AVANO!They want to take my husband away from me and what's worse, to a fucking mental asylum! He isn't mad!Suddenly, my chest became tight and my breathing grew to be difficult. I gasped for air and tears streamed down endlessly on my cheeks.Liam isn't mad. Nobody can take him away!"You can't do that!" I snapped at the doctor.The entire family stared at me in blank amazement, like they had seen a phantom."I beg your pardon Mrs Tyson" the doctor said to me. I shook my head at him, affirming my words, "I said you can't do that. You can't take my husband away from me! He isn't mad" I boldly stated."Ava are you mad?" Davies sharply uttered, glaring at me.Clara let out a spiteful chuckle, "It seems so. We are doing what's best for Liam and you are trying to stop him from getting treated. What's your problem?"I turned my teary eyes to uncle John, pleading with him to not let them do this. "Uncle John please. Liam is your nephew. You can not stand for this. You care about him don'

AVAAs I sat in the living room, the ticking of the wall clock seemed louder than usual, each tick amplifying the tension in the air. I glanced at it for what felt like the hundredth time in the past few minutes. Any second now, my father would walk through the door, and I still didn’t know what to expect.Ever since I received his call a few days ago, I had been on edge. It wasn’t like my father to sound so desperate, to insist on meeting in person with such urgency. What could possibly be so important that it couldn't be discussed over the phone? I’d replayed the conversation in my head a thousand times, trying to discern any hidden meaning behind his words. But all I could sense was an underlying tension, something that didn’t sit well with me.The thought of seeing him again filled me with a mix of dread and reluctant anticipation. My mind raced as I tried to imagine what he could possibly want from me now. Had something happened to Isabella? My heart clenched at the thought. What