All Chapters of UNBREAKABLE BOND: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Mandy had been watching from above with so much fury in her eyes. Her chest burned with rage as she saw Williams and Elodie together. But the moment she spotted Bryce, everything changed. A wide smile spread across her face, and without wasting another second, she rushed down. Elodie had just turned toward Williams to say something when she heard footsteps hurrying behind her. She turned to see Mandy, almost breathless, her face glowing with excitement as she ran straight to Williams like a woman claiming her prize. “I’m so happy you came to see me!” Mandy exclaimed, beaming as she stood directly in front of him. Williams barely looked at her. His eyes were still fixed on Elodie, his jaw clenched, frustration tightening the muscles in his face. He was about to push Mandy out of his line of sight when Elodie turned to him. “Do have a nice day, Williams,” she said quietly. Then she pulled her hand from Bryce’s grasp and walked away. Her pace was quick, her shoulders straight, a

Just as Elodie lifted her glass for another sip, her phone began to ring. She glanced at the screen—Bryce. With a sigh, she ended the call without hesitation. It rang again. She groaned and downed the rest of her drink in one go. If it weren’t for the government project tying them together, she would have blocked his number. Almost immediately, a message popped up. "Please pick your call. I need to tell you something important about the project." Elodie rolled her eyes. When the phone rang for the third time, she forced a smile and turned to Tiana. “I’ll step outside to answer. Too much noise in here.” Tiana gave her a teasing grin. “Ooooh. Is it your boyfriend?” Elodie scoffed. “Not in a million years.” She made her way out of the bar and picked up the call, her voice flat. “What do you want, Bryce?” Bryce’s tone was annoyingly calm. “Why so hostile? I’m not the enemy here.” “I’m still waiting to hear why you called,” she replied coolly. Inside the bar, Willia

The soft beeping of a monitor was the first sound Williams heard as his eyes fluttered open. The sterile scent of antiseptic lingered in the air, and the muted hum of distant voices told him where he was—the hospital. His head throbbed dully, and his body felt heavier than usual. He blinked against the brightness of the room and shifted his gaze around. Then he saw her. Elodie. She was asleep on a chair beside his bed, her body curled slightly as she leaned against the wall. Her face, even in slumber, was so breathtakingly peaceful that he forgot to breathe for a moment. The soft pink nightgown she wore clung gently to her frame, modest but elegant, and over it, he recognized—his jacket. Draped over her shoulders like a shield. As though it still meant something. He smiled as he realized she must have taken off his jacket and covered herself with it. The pendant—his ring—rested just above her chest, still shining faintly in the light. His eyes lingered on her. How was i

Elodie couldn’t concentrate. Her eyes flicked to the clock on her wall for what felt like the hundredth time. It was only 5:42 p.m., yet it felt like the day would never end. Her fingers hovered over her keyboard, unmoving. Work had long faded from her mind. All she could think about was the dinner. Eight p.m. Williams. The thought sent a current of electricity through her. Meanwhile, across town, Williams lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He’d told himself he would nap—but his eyes had remained wide open. Every few minutes, he turned his head to check the time on his phone. 5:47. He muttered under his breath and sat up. By six, Elodie had left the office. She stopped by a boutique, browsing through racks of dresses until she found the one that felt just right—a deep emerald green satin dress, soft and body-skimming, with a low back and delicate straps that kissed her shoulders. She picked a new perfume too—light, floral, with just enough warmth to linger. From there,

Elodie sat on the edge of her bed, trembling. Tears streamed down her face again, softer this time, but just as heavy. Her voice was hoarse, fragile from all the weight it carried. “After the wedding,” she began, “I kept taking the medication like they told me to. Every morning, every night. Bitter pills that I didn't realize made me sick and weak. I was waiting to die.” She shook her head slowly, eyes lost in the past. “Bryce never noticed. He was too wrapped up in his world of women, parties, business trips that were never really business. He didn’t want the marriage either. His father forced him into it. He thought marrying me, a CEO, would keep Bryce grounded. Make him a man. But I couldn’t care less about helping him become anything.” She paused, breath catching. “I prepared a power of attorney… gave everything to my uncle. My company, my assets, even my clothes—everything would go to him if I died. I just… waited. There were nights I missed you so badly I thought I’d