Bound To The Billionaire のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

LIAMI didn’t belong here. That was the thought that looped in my mind every time I opened my eyes to the sterile white walls, the muffled cries from the other patients, and the smell of antiseptic that clung to everything. This was not my life. I wasn’t supposed to be here. But here I was, locked away in that hellhole, treated like I was some kind of monster. How did it come to this? When would this nightmare end?I am not a mad man. Nobody wants to believe me.The memories were blurry, like a bad dream I couldn’t shake off. I remembered getting angry—so angry that I couldn’t think straight. But the details were hazy. It was like I was watching myself from the outside, unable to stop what was happening. It scared me because it reminded me of how I used to be, back when my parents were still alive.The rage, the fits—it all started back then. But I thought I had it under control. I thought I was past that. So why did it come back now? And why in the dining, of all places?It was ha

Davies stormed into his father's study, his footsteps echoing down the hallway as he pushed the heavy wooden door open with a force that rattled the books on the shelves. His face was flushed with anger, and he clenched his fists at his sides as he approached the massive desk where his father, John, sat reviewing some paperwork.John looked up, his expression calm but his eyes sharp. He knew his son well enough to recognize when something was wrong, and Davies's demeanor screamed trouble. “What’s got you in such a state, Davies?” he asked, his voice steady and controlled.Davies didn’t waste any time. “I just got off the phone with the doctor,” he said, his voice tight with frustration. “He informed me that Ava was at the hospital the other day, demanding Liam’s medical report from the night he was sent to the asylum.”John's face darkened, his calm facade quickly fading. “What?” he barked, slamming a fist down on the desk. Papers fluttered to the floor, but neither of them paid any a

AVAAs I walked through the mansion, my heart pounded in my chest, the weight of what I was about to do pressing down on me.The mansion was eerily quiet, with only the faint hum of the refrigerator. I tiptoed through the dimly lit hallways, my heart pounding in my chest. I knew I had to be careful—one wrong move and I could blow my cover. I had waited for this moment for days, pretending to go along with the daily routine while secretly planning my search for answers.I headed towards the storage room, where Liam kept some of his older things. It was a place we rarely went, which made it the perfect spot to start my search. My hands trembled slightly as I reached for the door handle, but before I could open it, I heard footsteps approaching. I quickly turned, only to see Davies striding down the hallway toward me.“Ava,” he called out, a sly smile curling his lips. “What brings you to this part of the house? You never come here.”His tone was casual, but there was something unsettlin

AVAI sat on the edge of my bed, my heart filled with worry. I had been this way ever since I discovered those notes locked away in the storage earlier today.Who could I trust to help me interpret these documents? The family doctor was out of the question, given how closely they were tied to Liam’s commitment. I needed someone outside the family’s circle of influence, someone who would be willing to look at the evidence objectively.With my phone in hand, I began scrolling through my contacts, my eyes feeding through every phone number as I tried to find a doctor on my list. Fortunately, I came across Dr. Patel, an old friend of my stepmother's who had retired a few years ago but still kept up with medical research. I remembered my step mother speaking highly of Dr. Patel’s integrity and discretion. If anyone could help me with medical advice, it would be him.I pulled out my phone and quickly sent a message, hoping against hope that Dr. Patel would be willing to meet with me. As

AVAWith each passing day, the weight of my mission grew heavier. The deadline for Liam’s transfer from the asylum was fast approaching, and I felt like I was racing against time, fighting a battle that no one else seemed to understand. I was making a light lunch in the kitchen, trying to distract myself from the anxiety gnawing at my insides. The smell of grilled vegetables and the rhythmic chopping of the knife were the only things keeping me grounded at that moment.As I was lost in my thoughts, Tamy walked into the kitchen. Her presence startled me, and I nearly dropped the knife. She approached me cautiously, her eyes downcast as if she were afraid of intruding on my solitude. "Ava dear," she said softly, "Uncle John is calling for you in his study room."My heart sank. Uncle John rarely summoned me these days unless he had something unpleasant to say or a new way to undermine my efforts. I nodded to Tamy, giving her a weak smile, and wiped my hands on a dish towel. "Thank you, T