Lahat ng Kabanata ng Bound by Revenge, Saved by Love: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Maximilian I glance at the time on my watch and ignore the urge I have to groan in frustration. The party has only just started and I’m bored beyond belief. I hate such events, and the worst part is that the announcement of my succession will only be made in three hours. Rebecca and Edmund are having the time of their lives. They love these kinds of events; they thrive in this kind of environment. I, on the other hand, have never been the social butterfly. If anything, I’m on the antisocial side.I feel a tap on my shoulder and then hear Kelly’s voice before I see her face. “Max! You look so handsome! Did you miss me?”“Not really,” I joke before I take her hand in mine. Kelly is holding her mask on her left hand along with her clutch. I go ahead and remove the stupid shit from my face, too. “How was Paris?” I ask.“Oh, just great!” she exclaims. “I have to say that our fashion show went incredibly well, though I really wish you’d made it to my debut.”“Couldn’t,” I say simply. “W

Ada The doors are still swinging when I approach them, and I hold the left one and slip inside the room through the gap of the doors. I was right when I assumed that it was a storage room. I see a whole bunch of crates filled with wine and champagne bottles as well as different liquors. What could Sheila possibly be doing here? That's what I want to know. And I find out soon enough. I hear voices and immediately duck behind a stack of crates. They're speaking in low voices, but I recognize Sheila's whiny, high-pitched voice. She's talking to a man, and when I peer over the crates, I'm not surprised to see Edmund talking to her. I wish I could get closer to hear what they're saying, but soon, they stop talking altogether and start kissing instead. My face reddens, and I cover my mouth with my hand. I shouldn't be surprised; I'd low-key deduced what was happening when she warned me off the men in the family. Her possessive manner made me realize that she must have had an affair wit

Maximilian Edmund faces me with a broad smile tugging at the corners of his lips, which would suggest that nothing is wrong. But the maid? Her face is ashen, and she looks like she’s a few breaths away from crying. Her eyes are downcast now, and she shifts her weight from one foot to the other, looking uncomfortable. What the hell is going on here?“Max,” Ed exclaims. I notice that he’s being a little too loud, in an exaggerated way, almost, and when he moves closer to me, I see a wave of panic cross his eyes before it disappears. Guilt. I detect guilt. And why would that be?“Something wrong?” I ask him, unfazed by the friendliness he’s showing me. Ed frowns. “Why would there be something wrong?”I wait for a beat to pass, then say, “I don’t know. You tell me.”He waves his hand dismissively and says, “I was just talking to Naomi here about Sammy, and I guess that put us both in a mood. Isn’t that right?”She raises her eyes to look at him, and I see that flash of defiance that

Ada “Ada, darling,” my mother says as she opens the door. She embraces me tightly before placing a kiss on my cheek. “It’s so good to see you. Come in, come in. It’s chilly and you don’t have a sweater.”Upon entering the living room, I spot Harry standing in the living room. I’m surprised that he’s here at this time of the night, but at the same time, he and my mother have always been close. He also mentioned before that he gets lonely in what he calls his ‘old age’, and that it’s only gotten worse since Damson left the nest.“Ada,” he says in greeting before he limps toward me. “We weren’t expecting you here. Change of plans? How was the…a masquerade, you said?”“Yeah,” I confirm. “It was…interesting.”“How so?” my mother asks. I’m always hesitant to give them information about what’s going on in that family, and now it’s worse because this matter is tricky and I know what they would say. They worry about me. I don’t blame them, but their concern does get in the way of getting thi

AdaAs I step inside the house on Monday morning, my heart slams violently against my chest. I have to force myself to keep walking because otherwise, I’ll turn on my heel and storm out. My thoughts are swirling violently in my mind. To be honest, I don’t know what I’m going to do. I’ll go through the office one last time and try to make it upstairs to the rooms so I can see if I can find some documents or anything that could help me.But if Edmund or even Maximilian Loxley find me before then…“Good morning, Miss Johnson,” Mrs. Danes says to me when I enter the changing room. She’s already dressed, and the keychain is hanging around her neck, as usual. “Good morning, Mrs. Danes.”“Is everything alright?” she asks suddenly. I turn my head to face her. “Yes, everything is fine.”Her eyes narrow slightly as she studies me. “You don’t look too well, which is why I’m asking.”“Oh, I’m fine,” I lie as I start to change into my uniform. “If you say so,” she claims. “Be at the dining roo