All Chapters of Bound To The Kingpin: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

LunaThe gala event was going smoothly—well, as smooth as it could with Hardin attached to my side like a second skin. Just like he promised, he hadn’t let me out of his sight for a second. I didn't mind. Not when I could see how uneasy he was.His eyes were locked on one man across the hall.He was well-dressed and commanded attention like he owned the entire room. People hovered around him, offering handshakes and tight-lipped smiles, clearly trying to stay in his good graces. And from the way Hardin’s jaw kept tightening, I knew this wasn’t just business tension. This was personal.I took a long sip of my drink and leaned closer to him. “Why don’t you just go talk to him?” I asked softly, my voice barely heard over the quiet hum of classical music. “You’ve been watching him for a while now.”Hardin didn’t even blink. “I’m waiting for the right time.”I followed his gaze again and chewed on my bottom lip. I’d never seen him like this. He looked… haunted. Like there were ghosts danci

HardinI could still taste the rage. Even now, as the soft night air of Mexico rolled in through the open windows of our room and Luna’s filled the space, that moment—that moment—played on loop in my mind.Her body falling against me. The way her eyes rolled back. The panic that clawed up my throat. I wasn’t prepared for that. I’d seen blood. Death. Betrayal. But nothing—nothing—compared to the feeling of watching her collapse in my arms like her soul had slipped away.And when the doctor said poison?I snapped.I didn’t think. I didn’t hesitate. I just moved. I found Ronan before he could make it out of the venue. I didn’t need proof—I knew him. I knew how deep his cruelty ran, and this time, it wasn’t business. It was personal.I beat the hell out of him. His guards tried to pull me off. They failed. I remember his arm snapping under my grip. His leg crumpling beneath one solid kick. Blood smeared his collar and teeth, and all I could see was Luna’s face—unconscious, cold.I would’

LunaI avoided Hardin the entire day.He didn’t come after me when I walked out this morning—and I wasn’t sure if I was relieved or disappointed by that. Maybe both.I’d spent most of the day on the phone with Rachel, trying to focus on anything but the ache pressing on my chest. She’d been doing her best to calm me down, assuring me the hospice hadn’t received any negative backlash. Yet.But the comments online… they were brutal.“Of course she married a billionaire. Who wouldn’t?”“Another gold-digger with a sob story.”“Bet the hospice was just a cover. She knew what she was doing.”I scrolled until my thumb went numb, and even then, I couldn’t stop.Each lie chipped away at me. Each twisted perception made my skin crawl. How could people who didn’t even know me be so cruel?I was just… hurt. Tired. And scared of what this meant. For the hospice. For us.By late afternoon, I curled up by the window with a blanket, watching the city from behind the glass. My phone buzzed again. Rach

Luna Two days had passed since the press conference.The buzz hadn’t completely died, but it had dulled into background noise. It doesn't make my chest tighten like it did before. Maybe because I was getting used to it. Or maybe because Hardin had made it his mission to protect me from every angle.He’d pulled strings, made calls, and somehow managed to silence the ugliest headlines before they had the chance to breathe. The ones questioning my intentions, our marriage, my worth. The attacks still came, but they didn’t sting the way they used to. Not when I knew the truth. Not when I had him.I smiled faintly as I pressed my stethoscope to Mrs. Ellory’s chest, listening to the steady beat of her heart. She smiled back at me weakly, her pale fingers brushing over mine with quiet gratitude.“You’re glowing,” she whispered, eyes twinkling. “Love looks good on you.”I gave a small laugh, biting my bottom lip. “Is that your diagnosis?”She nodded slowly. “One hundred percent certain.”Jus

Hardin “Congratulations again, boss,” Josh said, raising his glass with a grin. “Best firm in the country. That makes it what—three years in a row now?”I gave a small smile, lifting my cup of coffee. “We worked for it.”There were no cameras, no reporters. Just the people who mattered—my team, my staff. The same group that stuck around through the hard months, late nights, and deals that nearly fell through.We were in the main lounge at the office, casual and relaxed. The mood was light, filled with claps on the back, laughter, and shared pride.I shook a few hands, exchanged some tired smiles, and slowly moved to a quieter corner. I barely sipped the coffee in my hand when one of the board members, Mr. Leon, walked up.“You did good, Hardin,” he said. “Your grandfather would’ve liked to see this day.”I nodded. “He had the vision. I just followed through.”He let out a dry chuckle. “Don’t downplay it. You’re not the same boy who walked in here ten years ago.”I gave him a quick lo