All Chapters of UNBREAKABLE BOND: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Williams’s arms locked around Elodie, steady as a wall while the crowd surged. Flashes burst like lightning. Microphones grazed her shoulder. Somewhere to the left, a voice shouted “plagiarism” with the kind of delight that only comes from borrowed outrage. Elodie’s head tipped back just enough to meet his eyes. “I’m fine,” she said softly. He frowned. “You’re shaking.” “I am not.” Her voice was calm enough that he blinked. Then he felt it...the even breath, the anchored posture, the way her fingers, instead of clutching at him, smoothed the crease of his lapel as if she had all the time in the world. A reporter lunged; another flash exploded. Williams slid an arm across her shoulders and cut a path toward the lobby doors. Security finally woke up and pushed the mob back; the glass swallowed the noise and left it pantomiming on the other side like a silent film. The CEO barreled out from the inner corridor, jaw tight, legal trailing him with a stack of folders and the look o

The cameras were still flashing when the CEO stepped out of the glass doors. His usually composed face was sharp with authority, his voice cutting through the noisy crowd like a blade. “Ladies and gentlemen of the press,” he began, adjusting his tie as the microphones shot forward, “there’s been a lot of speculation today, and I think it’s time you heard the truth from me directly.” The murmurs hushed. A few reporters leaned in closer. “Yes, there was an incident within Titan Tech. A deliberate attempt to destroy the reputation of this company from within.” He paused just long enough for the tension to thicken. “We have identified the individual responsible. We have irrefutable proof of their actions, and as of this moment, they are in police custody.” Gasps rippled through the crowd. A few cameras clicked in rapid succession. He raised his chin slightly. “Let me make this clear... Miss Elodie Richards has done nothing wrong. She has not plagiarized. She has worked with hone

The hospital smelled faintly of antiseptic. Greg Richards walked through the automatic doors without slowing, his long coat trailing behind him like a shadow. His presence was so controlled it made people move out of his way without realizing why. At the reception desk, a nurse straightened immediately. “Good afternoon, sir. How can I help you?” “I’m here for a DNA test. The lab is expecting me.” Her fingers flew over the keyboard. “Yes, Mr. Richards. They’re ready for you.” He gave a brief nod and strode toward the private testing suite. The technician inside was already in gloves, a tray waiting. “This will be given priority,” the man said. Greg handed over two small plastic bags containing Mandy’s hair and his. “I want results in one hour.” The technician hesitated. “Sir, usually....” “One hour,” Greg repeated, voice low but heavy enough to crush any objection. The man nodded quickly and disappeared into the back. Greg stayed in the room, standing still, but his

Mandy had taken her time freshening up, letting the warm water and soft scents wash away the stale memory of the station cell. When she finally stepped back into her bedroom, she paused just inside the doorway, letting her eyes roam over the space as if committing every inch to memory. The room was everything she could have imagined....rich fabrics draped over wide windows, a bed so large it seemed made for royalty, the faint, expensive fragrance of fresh lilies in the air. On the dresser sat a sleek black card, its surface catching the light like a promise. Her father had pressed it into her hand earlier with a casual, “Use it for whatever you need.” She picked it up now, running her thumb over its smooth edge, and felt a slow smile stretch across her face. 'Finally,' she thought, 'a life where I can spend without counting my limits, without thinking twice.' The thought alone made her chest warm with satisfaction. A knock on the door drew her from her reverie. The maid stepped

Williams lay back against the headboard, his eyes on Elodie, his hesitation obvious. His fingers traced along her shoulder, his lips pressed together as he struggled to find the words. Finally, he exhaled and spoke. “I’ve made my move on your uncle,” he said quietly. “In a few days… everything you lost will be back in your hands.” Elodie froze, her eyes narrowing in disbelief. “What did you just say?” He sat up straighter, steadying his voice. “You’ll get everything back. Your company. Your legacy. I’ve already set the wheels in motion.” Her stomach knotted, anger rising like fire in her throat. She pushed the blanket aside, her voice trembling with rage. “No. No, you had no right.” “Elodie....” “No!” she snapped, climbing off the bed. “This was my fight. I lost everything with my own hands. I wanted to take it back with my own strength. I told you before....don’t interfere! You promised me that, Williams! You swore!” His face fell, his shoulders sagging as he tried to r