All Chapters of Bound By Blood: The Step-Brothers' Temptation: Chapter 231 - Chapter 235

_Nico’s POV_The world around me had turned into static.For days, it felt like I was living inside a television with no signal—white noise in my head, everything jagged, unsteady. The silence of the house screamed. Her absence bled into every corner, into every hour.She was everything to us, and having her missing seemed to do a lot to us. Every time I looked at my brothers, I saw the same thing reflected in their eyes: hunger, fury, helplessness.We had searched. God, we had searched.Over and over and over again. Every contact, every informant, every dirty cop, every gutter rat who might have seen something—we had pulled them in, pressed knives to their throats, demanded answers. Nothing. Nobody saw her with anyone, nobody knew where she had gone. No ransom, no note, no clue.It was like Amelie had been swallowed whole.And that was the part that made me want to burn the world down—the nothingness. If she had been taken for leverage, for revenge, for some political game, someon

Amelie’s POVI had stared so hard at the bars that their were lines etched into my vision, grooves I could trace even with my eyes closed. The cage had branded itself into me — the width of the bars, the distance between the bolts, the way the floor pressed damp against my skin.I had learned its every contour because that was the only thing left to do.My bleeding palm curled tight around the shard of metal I’d pulled loose from its rusted edge. It cut sharper than any blade I had ever held, though it was nothing more than a jagged splinter, no longer than my finger. I should have discarded it the moment it sliced me, but instead I hid it, cradled it, like it was my last prayer.Maybe it was.I waited. That was survival — waiting, listening. It felt like the walls breathed with me, every drip of water down stone becoming a timer for my thoughts. The guards came and went at irregular hours, sometimes days, sometimes within the same hour. They wanted me disoriented. I didn’t know when

Amelie’s POV The first thing I felt when I came around was softness. A pillow under my head. Sheets against my skin. It felt too clean, too smooth to be real. For a long moment, I lay perfectly still, afraid that moving would break it. Afraid that if I opened my eyes, I would find bars above me again, rust biting into my fingertips, and stone scraping my back. But the smell was wrong. Not mildew. Not rust. Not the damp, rotting air of the cage. This was… antiseptic. It was sharp and sterile, biting my nose. And then finally I opened my eyes. White ceiling. A single humming light fixture. The faint beeping of a monitor somewhere close. My throat closed. A hospital. I was in a hospital. For one wild, dizzy moment I thought—I did it. I really escaped. Someone must have found me on the road, limp and broken in the sun, and carried me here. Somewhere safe. Somewhere away from Raphael’s men. So that meant I did it, right? The relief was so sharp it hurt. My eyes stung and I pres