All Chapters of Bound By Blood: The Step-Brothers' Temptation: Chapter 161 - Chapter 167

_Amelie’s POV_Luca wanted to punish me. That much was obvious.But he didn't do it the way Matteo did. He didn't do it the way Nico did. He did it his way. And it was ruthless. I was surprised when a maid came with a message for me, Luca wanted to see me in his office. And I thought he wanted to finally hear me out, maybe if I explained he would listen. But little did I know of his true intentions.I stood at the door of his office, unsure whether I was expected to sit or kneel or disappear altogether. I didn't mind disappearing from the face of the earth right now.Luca didn’t look up at first—just kept writing something in a small black notebook. His pen scratched softly against the page, the only sound in the room. That, and the heavy weight of my breath.What was I to do now? He had called me into his office and now he was ignoring me? I shifted my weight from one foot to the other, waiting patiently for him to speak. “Close the door.”His voice was calm. Detached.I did

Amelie’s POVI should have known he knew what I was up to the entire time.Every breath. Every lie I tried to stitch together with trembling fingers. Santiago wasn’t fooled by trembling.“You’re sweating,” he said lightly, swirling his drink. “Why?”I straightened my back. “It’s warm.”The weather felt cold right now, but I was still sweating. He didn’t look at me. He was watching the dark liquid circle in his glass like it was more interesting than me. “Strange,” he murmured. “It’s always cold in this house.”I stayed silent. Anything I said would be wrong.Any small movement could lead to dire consequences. I was sitting on a time bomb that was just about to go off. “Sit,” he said, gesturing to the armchair across from him.My legs didn’t want to obey, but they did. I lowered myself slowly, carefully, every movement rehearsed in my mind a dozen times before I acted it out. Like prey pretending it wasn’t seen.I could still feel the gun at the back of my head and I knew any form of

_Amelie’s POV_I woke up with a jolt, my eyes roaming around the room as I tried to figure out why I had woken up in the first place. And that was when I heard it again… the sound of metal.It was a soft click which was followed by the door opening.My entire body tensed. No part of me could move without me screaming. My hands felt detached—raw, destroyed, useless. The pain from yesterday hadn’t faded. It had taken root in me, humming through my blood like a second heartbeat.I hadn’t even known when I had lost consciousness. The pain was too much for me to bear, I had to pass out. I watched as Silvio stepped inside. He looked Calm and Composed. He was dressed in the same black gloves and tailored shirt as if yesterday never happened.But I knew it had. My fingers were proof of it. “You didn’t use the blade,” he said, eyes flicking to where it lay untouched by the wall. “That’s good. Means there’s something still alive in you.”I didn’t answer. Couldn’t. My lips were dry and crack