Lahat ng Kabanata ng Bound by Revenge, Saved by Love: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

MaximilianWhat happens following the incident with the maid is something straight out of a horror novel. It's funny how one day, things can be fine. Normal. Mundane, even. Then, it all flips on its head and chaos ensues. I, of course, could have prevented the whole thing if I had just kept what I had seen to myself, but I'm not the kind of man who would leave his sister in the dark about her husband's sadistic nature. No, not a chance. If he's a rapist, then why would I want him to be married to someone who's so important to me?Edmund deserved to be exposed, and I don't regret a thing. Rebecca is heartbroken. She's always been sensitive and this is just one of those things that would break anyone. I'm going to be on her side through it all. I won't abandon her. But Edmund has to go. In fact, he's already left. He needs to consider it a miracle that I didn't kill him. I've been vibrating with anger the whole day, unsure of what to do with it since I didn't have a chance to take

Ada The moment I crack an eye open, I’m practically blinded by the sun. I’m surprised to see that I’m sleeping on the couch, right in the living room. I didn’t even make it to the bed last night. I sit up, groaning and massaging the back of my neck. It’s sore. Then again, I’ve been very tense. I’m right on time. I search for my phone and switch off my alarm before it rings. I hate it when it does. Then, I put some coffee to brew and head into the bathroom to get ready for the day ahead. To be honest, this lifestyle is killing me. I’m not used to working this hard. It was easier earlier on when I had so much hope and fresh expectations, but now that I know that things aren’t as easy as they seem, I’m having a harder time waking up in the morning. I feel disillusioned by everything that’s going on. It seems whatever secret the Loxley’s are hoarding is harder to find than gold. The things I’ve been experiencing under their roof don’t make this burden easier to carry, either. I find

Maximilian“You’re serious?” Kelly asks behind me. “You’re seriously going to give her the benefit of the doubt? Max, she’s crazy!”I head upstairs, though not without hesitation. The shit she told me about there being a bomb upstairs is terrifying. My father sleeps right next door to my office. I keep remembering her face and how she looked as she told me. She looked ashamed, that I’m sure of. But of what exactly?“I have to make sure whether it’s true or not, Kelly,” I tell her as I make it up the stairs. “That’s a serious allegation.”“She’s clearly lying to get away with it and you’re buying her story!” she exclaims. She’s starting to get a little loud and I don’t want this conversation to be overheard. I want this to stay between us and Mrs. Danes. “Max!”I whirl around to face her, and she stops walking. “Kelly, I understand your concern, but this is something I have to do. Thank you for your opinion, but I simply can’t take it. This is my family’s protection we’re talking a

Maximilian I thought that the maid's departure would make things easier for me but for some reason, I'm more tormented than when she was actually around. I drop my pen on my desk in frustration. I want to fling it across the room so I can release some of my frustration, but at the same time, I don't want to admit that there's any frustration. Admitting that means the woman got to me, and why would I want to do that?The worst part is that I don't call her 'maid' in my mind. It's always by her first name. Naomi. Naomi. I say it in my mind so often that it's making me sick. I don't know how to make it stop. How to make it go away. I've tried and tried to no avail. She lied to me. Right to my face. She was disobedient. Disrespectful. Yet, I can't get her out of my mind no matter how hard I try. I rise, needing some fresh air. I open my window and peer at the dark night sky. The sight quiets my thoughts for a few beats. It's refreshing. But soon, the image of her is crashing into th

Ada “Ada, are you sure about this?” my mother asks as she follows me around my room. “What if this is all a trap? You have to be reasonable?”“Mom, they couldn’t have lied about it if it’s on the news,” I remind her as I shove a shirt into my suitcase. “I was the articles online. The bomb in truly happened.”“But how if you made it up?” she asks in a shrill voice. “I don’t know,” I admit. I have no idea how such a thing could be possible. I’m pretty sure that I didn’t hear a thing. It’s a sick and twisted coincidence and one that seems to be working in my favor. What is this? Divine guidance? “I don’t have a good feeling about this, Ada,” my mother says to me. “So, you’re going back? Back to that place after you put it in your head that you were going to move on?”“Can I really discard such a chance, Mom?” I ask her. “It’s like it fell from the sky. I have a chance to make things right again. What were the chances of such a thing ever happening?”She closes her eyes as if my words