Bound to the Billionaire's Deal のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

Lydia's POV "Miss Camelia is inside, but I think you’ve gotten everything all mixed up." I turned around and saw Mrs. Raymond standing behind me. “Mother” "Do you have any idea what they might be talking about?” I asked, half-whispering. “We literally had breakfast together, Lydia. I’m as lost as you,” she replied. “Ma’am,” one of the officers interrupted, “we’d appreciate it if you didn’t obstruct our investigation.” “Obstruction?” I repeated, raising an eyebrow. “Of course not.” “Please, come inside,” I said quickly, ushering them into the house. “Camelia’s room is just upstairs. You can find her there.” As they ascended the stairs, my curiosity simmered just beneath the surface. I wanted this to be about Camelia. Something serious. Something that’ll put her in a big mess. But sooner or later, I’d know what exactly is going on. Camelia POV Most of my things had already been moved to a new room, just a few door down from Henry’s. He said he wanted me closer.

Gabriel POVShe deserved every word I uttered. All I want is for us to go back to the way we were...As I slid into the driver’s seat, I cast a glance at the back. Henry had dozed off, which was for the better. At least he wouldn't be asking about Camelia.With that, I pulled out of the hospital parking lot.We were only a few minutes into the drive when Henry stirred awake."Where is Camelia?" he asked groggily, while his eyes were scanning the car."Uh… she said she wanted to pick up a few things from the market," I lied."What?" he blurted out, jerking forward, then he winced in pain, clutching his sprained arm more carefully."Stop this car right now!"What the hell does he mean by that?"Gabriel, pull over. Right now!" he barked, louder this time.Startled, I hit the brakes and pulled over to the side of the road."Where did you say Camelia went again?""She said she wanted to stop by the market and would head home afterwards," I repeated, trying to keep my tone calm."Gabriel, r

Henry POV “Henry!” A deep voice echoed in the room—familiar, yet distant. It was too real to be part of any dream. I stirred, barely opening my eyes. Maybe I imagined it. “Henry!” This time, it was louder and sharper. I jerked upright in bed, heart racing. And there he was. My father, standing right before me. I froze almost immediately. He wasn’t supposed to be here. Not now. Not yet. Not after months of being halfway across the world. And definitely not first thing in the morning. His face was like a storm, furious, with his eyebrow furrowed.His presence felt cold as ice. “Is this how you’ve decided to run the company?” he barked, arms crossed like he’d been waiting years to explode. My mouth parted slightly. My mind was still catching up. “When… when did you get back?” I stuttered. “Does it even matter now, Henry?” he snapped. “Is this the mess you want to turn Castle into?” I blinked, still trying to understand what he was referring to. My limbs moved

Lily POV “What… what are you saying, Eric?” I stammered,as the words caught in my throat. He looked at me like I was a stranger. “I never knew you to be such a naïve girl, Lily.” My mouth opened, but nothing came out. “Or…” he leaned in slightly, voice lower,“…are you just trying to push me away? Even after giving you the opportunity you’ve always wanted?” I shook my head, feeling my pulse in my ears. “That’s not—” “Well,” he cut in smoothly, “I won’t push you Lily. I’ll wait for you to come to me instead.” He smirked from his pocket, he slid out a key card and pressed it into my palm. “Here. Room 317. If you don’t show up… I’ll assume you didn’t really want me after all.” I stared at him, my fingers tightening around the card like it might burn me. “Tell Judy I’ll be leaving first,” he added, his tone suddenly casual, like this wasn’t shattering me inside. “I have something to catch up on.” His hand came up to my cheek — warm, soft, lingering a second too long — b

Camelia POV My eyes lit up almost immediately. “A suspect?” “Henry, we need to go to the station,” I said, already reaching for my bag. “Hey…..hey,” Henry called after me, gentle but firm. “Calm down. If they’ve picked up a suspect, that’s a good thing. It means the police are moving forward.” He stepped closer, lowering his voice. “They’re capable of handling it, Camelia. And if they need you, if there’s anything to identify or clarify, I’ll go with you. I promise.” I hesitated. “But first,” he added, glancing toward the hallway, “we got work to do. We can’t delay this any longer. Let’s get to the office first. I released a long sigh. He was right, and that somehow made it worse. “We can go to the station straight from the office, right?” He smiled, almost disarming his smile. “Anything my lady wants.” “My lady.” The words echoed far louder in my head than they should have. Heat crept up my neck, straight to my cheeks, I could feel them burning. “Why are you blush