All Chapters of UNBREAKABLE BOND: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Williams paced the edge of the bridge like a man possessed, his eyes locked on the dark water below where divers kept plunging in and resurfacing with empty hands. Each splash, each shake of a helmet, carved another wound into his chest. Hours passed...five long, punishing hours..and still nothing. The night grew colder, yet the answer never came. ​Finally, the leader of the divers approached him, face grim. “Sir, we’ve done all we can. If she was here, we’d have found her by now. The current must have carried the body elsewhere.” ​The word body tore through him like a blade. Williams’ voice broke into a hoarse roar. “No! Keep searching! She’s not gone, do you hear me? She can’t be gone!” His orders cracked against the night air, but the men only shook their heads. ​“If she had fallen here, she would have surfaced already,” the leader said quietly. “We’ll return at first light. But tonight… there’s nothing more we can do.” ​Williams staggered back, his throat tight, his eyes b

The room was a cage disguised as paradise. Silk curtains swayed gently in the air-conditioned draft, the chandelier above casting a golden glow over walls dressed in ivory. The bed in the center was draped with rose petals, the sheets pristine and perfumed. To anyone else, it might have looked like a suite designed for romance. To Elodie, it was nothing but a gilded trap. The door opened, and Bryce stepped in. He looked almost casual—shirt unbuttoned at the throat, sleeves rolled up—as though this were a simple evening between husband and wife. His smile, though, carried something darker. “Elodie,” he said softly, as if the name itself belonged to him. He gestured to the bed, his voice low with intent. “We don’t need a grand ceremony. We’ve been married before. Tomorrow, we’ll make it official again, just the two of us. But tonight…” His eyes lingered on the petals, on the arrangements he had laid out. “Tonight is ours. I’ve prepared everything for us. Our wedding night.” Her en

Williams crouched in the shadows, his chest heaving, his knuckles raw from the fight. Dust still hung in the air from the shattered gate, the acrid tang of gunpowder stinging his nostrils. Through the haze, his eyes locked on the sight that set his blood on fire—Bryce, dragging Elodie by the wrist, her face pale but her gaze still clinging to him as though he were the only lifeline she had left in the world. “Elodie!” The name tore from Williams’ throat before he could stop it. Bryce didn’t flinch. He yanked her harder, pulling her toward the staircase that led deeper into the house. She fought against his hold, but his grip was iron. Williams pushed forward, charging through the chaos of the fight like a bull breaking from its pen. A hulking figure suddenly stepped from the corner, a guard, broad-shouldered, his face twisted with malice. He planted himself between Williams and Bryce like a wall of muscle, swinging a heavy fist. Williams didn’t slow. He ducked under the swi

The air was cool when Williams guided Elodie through the wide front doors of his house. The familiar scent of polished oak and leather washed over her, warm and grounding after hours of choking fear. For a moment, she just stood there, drinking it in—the quiet hum of the security system, the faint crackle of the fireplace he must have left burning, the way the space seemed to breathe safety. Her throat tightened. “This,” she whispered, her voice raw but steady, “this is where I was happiest. I didn’t realize it until I was dragged away. But it’s here. With you. It’s all thanks to you, Williams.” He didn’t answer. He only pulled her into his chest, his arms wrapping around her like he was afraid she might dissolve into smoke if he let go. She smiled faintly against his chest, her cheek pressed to the steady thrum of his heartbeat. When he finally loosened his hold, Williams reached into his jacket and pressed something into her palm. “Here. This belongs to you.” Her brows

Elodie stepped through the revolving glass doors of Titan Tech, her heels clicking softly against the floor. The moment she entered, silence swept through the vast lobby like a wave. Conversations cut short, keyboards stopped clattering, phones slipped from distracted fingers. Every head turned toward her. For a breath, no one moved. They only stared—at her face, her body, the unmistakable sight of a woman who had been declared dead less than twenty-four hours ago. Then the whispers began. “Is that…?” “It can’t be…” “She’s alive?” Someone gasped loudly, and the sound cracked the stillness wide open. “Elodie!” a voice cried, and suddenly the lobby erupted. Employees spilled out from behind their desks, streaming toward her as though pulled by gravity. Elodie forced a calm smile, though her heart hammered in her chest. She nodded, reaching out to squeeze trembling hands, returning embraces she hadn’t expected. A young woman from accounting clung to her tightly, tears