Lahat ng Kabanata ng Bound By The CEO's Contract : Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

(Alexander's POV)There was a cutting sting to the night as I and James walked through the alleys that led to the old abandoned building. The city itself hummed with secrets, each shadow hinting at danger. Our target was a secret gathering of Jacob's followers; a gathering in code, one that would inform us who was still loyal to him and what his next move would be.James accompanied me, his steps steady, his eyes sharp. He was calm, too calm. I wished to attribute his serenity to experience, but deep in the recesses of my mind was a voice that refused to subside. He was my brother, bound to me by blood, and yet every instinct told me there was more to him than he showed.We made it to the back entrance of the building, a rusted metal door behind weeds. James brought out a set of tiny tools from his own pocket, and in a matter of seconds the lock clicked and it creaked open. I raised my eyebrow in astonishment. "You've done this before."He flashed me a quick smile, though it never act

(Alexander’s POV)It was a heavy night, dark and brooding, as if the air was momentarily warning me. Natalie slept with her father’s journal, but I could not sleep. Her discovery gnawed at me. A betrayal, a murder, Jacob's hatred that stretched beyond business rivalries.I needed answers.I tiptoed out of the room and went into my study. I had files on my desk that James and I had stolen on our last infiltration; papers, ledgers, encrypted messages. I hadn’t even had a chance to study them completely, and we had risked our lives to bring them back. But with Natalie’s father’s diary, I felt that the pieces might connect.I lay everything out in front of me, my eyes searching for patterns. Initially, it looked like ordinary financial documentation: numbers, contracts, business deals. But as I went deeper, a sinister image began to form.Jacob was not simply moving money.He was moving power.I was intrigued by one document in particular. It was disguised as a construction contract, but

(Alexander's POV)These walls were meant to keep us safe.It had been our safe space for months now, a haven for Natalie and I to rest, plan and recover from Jacob’s endless attacks. But tonight, as I sat alone in the dim light of the study, reading through reports, I felt the weight of the truth in my gut: safety has been nothing but an illusion.And Jacob had reached us.Not through his usual threats or brutal plays. No, this time he had done worse. He had sent someone to live with me in my own house. Somebody that smiled with us, ate with us, listened to our plans.A spy.The first clue arrived, silently, too silently. Just a minor inconsistency in the files I had hidden away. A folder that wasn’t exactly how I had left it. At first I blamed exhaustion, thinking maybe I've misplaced something. But then, I noticed the second clue, the coded message delivered to one of Jacob’s men, intercepted by a contact of mine. It described our safe house with alarming detail. Details only someon

(Alexander's POV)The message arrived at dawn.I was in the study, looking at papers that no longer held significance to my weary eyes, when my phone buzzed with one encrypted message. It was not from Natalie, nor from James, nor from one of my guards.It was from one of my old allies, someone who owed me a favour.I opened the message. One line stared back at me:"Jacob has already given a kill order. Assassins are already on the move."My chest tightened. I reread it hoping it was some mistake but deep down, I already knew it wasn't.Jacob no longer played games.This wasn’t about ruining my name anymore. This was about ending me.I hastened upstairs. Natalie was still asleep, breathing calmly. I was standing there for a moment, looking at her, truth crushing me. I was tempted to wake her up and make her hear everything, but I couldn't.The less that she understood at this point, the safer she would be.I kissed her forehead and whispered softly, "Stay safe." Then I left the room.B

Alexander's POVTrust became much more dangerous than money. Basically, in my world, giving it to the wrong person could cost not just my life, but Natalie’s too. That was the thought burning in my mind when James sat across from me, his eyes cold, his jaw tense.He leaned forward, then lowers his voice as if the walls had ears.“There’s one way to end this,” he said. “We break into Jacob’s vault.”I studied him carefully , looking for cracks in his calm. “Vault?”James nodded. “His central vault. Not just money. Records. Contracts. Names. Everything that Jacob has built up his empire on is there. If we find it, we’ll have the leverage to be able to tear him down.The words weigh. Too heavy. Jacob’s vault was not just a safe hidden in a house, it was the foundation of his power. If it existed the way James described, then I'm very certain that it would be a place that Jacob would defend more than his own life.And James wanted us to walk into it.I leaned back, crossing my arms. “You