All Chapters of UNBREAKABLE BOND: Chapter 61 - Chapter 69

Elodie stood before the full-length mirror in Williams' bedroom, her hands smoothing down the crimson fabric of her dress. The red silk hugged her curves perfectly, professional yet striking, the kind of outfit that commanded attention and respect. She had chosen it specifically for this moment—the day she would reclaim her birthright. Two hours. In two hours, she would walk into that party and watch Greg's face as his world crumbled around him. The thought sent a thrill of satisfaction through her veins, and she couldn't suppress the smile that curved her lips. Williams emerged from the closet, adjusting his black shirt. The deep red tie around his neck matched her dress perfectly—a coordinated statement that they were a united front. When he caught sight of her in the mirror, he stopped dead in his tracks. "Elodie." His voice was rough with appreciation. "You look..." "Professional?" she suggested, turning to face him. "Devastating." His eyes traveled over her with an int

The silence after the explosion was more terrifying than the blast itself. Where moments before had been the hum of conversation and clinking glasses, now there was only the groaning of damaged steel, the tinkle of falling glass, and the low moans of the injured. Emergency sirens wailed in the distance, growing closer with each passing second. Red and blue lights strobed through the smoke-filled air as first responders converged on the Meridian Hotel, their radios crackling with urgent communications. FBI Agent Sarah Martinez coughed, wiping dust from her eyes as she surveyed the devastation. Her team had been positioned strategically throughout the room, ready to arrest Greg Richards the moment Elodie Richards revealed her hand. They had anticipated corporate drama, legal battles, perhaps even some physical resistance. They had not anticipated domestic terrorism. "Martinez!" Agent Collins stumbled through the debris, his suit torn and bloodied. "Richards is secure. We got him

The revelation hit Elodie like a physical blow. This woman—this compassionate woman who was clearly struggling with her conscience—was married to the man who was holding her prisoner. "Why?" Elodie asked, her voice barely audible. "Why are you and Griff doing this to us? If you're really going to be family, if Williams is really going to be your brother-in-law, then why are you keeping me away from him?" Grace moved to the door and turned the lock, then came back to sit in the chair across from Elodie's bed. Her movements were deliberate, resigned, like someone who had made a difficult decision and was committed to seeing it through. "Eat your food," she said softly. "And I'll tell you a story. A story about two brothers and the tragedy that ruined them." Elodie picked up the spoon with trembling hands, forcing herself to take small sips of the soup while Grace gathered her thoughts. The food was delicious—clearly homemade with love and care—but it tasted like ash in her mouth.

Mandy was so excited she could barely contain herself, but she tried desperately to hide it as Williams emerged from the bathroom. Her heart was racing with anticipation, knowing that something special was about to happen based on the way he had been acting all evening. The mysterious phone call, his insistence on taking her somewhere special, the careful way he had selected his clothes—everything pointed to this being the moment she had dreamed of so many times. Williams looked absolutely magnificent as he came out of the bathroom, every inch the powerful, sophisticated man she had fallen in love with. His hair was perfectly styled despite the white bandage wrapped around his head from his injury, and he moved with that natural confidence that had always set him apart from other men. Even injured, even confused about portions of his recent past, he was devastatingly handsome in a way that made her breath catch in her throat. "You look incredible," she said softly, moving to help