Todos los capítulos de BETWEEN US : BOUND TO HIM : Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

. . . ADELINE I stormed into my bedroom, my face flushed with anger. I was fuming. The argument downstairs still rang in my ears, every word Luciano had said echoing over and over like a relentless drumbeat. I slammed the door shut behind me, leaning back against it for a moment, trying to catch my breath. My chest rose and fell rapidly, my emotions churning like a storm inside me. “Why does he think he can control my life?” I muttered to myself, running a hand through my hair. My hands were trembling, not just from anger but from the overwhelming sense of suffocation. I felt caged, like a bird with clipped wings. I did not want to live such a life following someone’s orders. I pushed off the door and crossed the room, flopping onto my bed. My fingers gripped the pillow tightly as I stared at the ceiling, trying to calm the rapid beat of my heart. “I don’t want to live by anyone else’s rules,” I whispered. “Not his, not anyone’s.” Just as I exhaled deep

. . . ADELINE The loud music continued to blast through the speakers making my head slightly hurt. My chest rose and fell as I took a deep breath, the cool glass of vodka trembling slightly in my hand before I tipped it back. The liquid burned its way down my throat, but I welcomed the sensation. It was a distraction, a reprieve from the whirlwind of emotions Bianca’s words had stirred up earlier. I shook my head, trying to push the thoughts away, and glanced at the dance floor. Aurora, Kiara, and Rose were completely lost in the music, their laughter and wild movements blending into the pulsing beats of the club. They looked carefree—exactly how I wanted to feel. I wanted to be free and do whatever the fuck I wanted but this love had messed me up so bad. My fingers reached for another shot, determined to drown every ache in the bitter drink. I didn’t notice the figure approaching until a firm hand wrapped around my wrist, halting me mid-motion. “Let go,” I gr

. . . AUTHOR’S POV The city lights blurred past the window as Adeline sat in the passenger seat, lost in thought. The quiet hum of the car’s engine mixed with the distant echoes of the nightlife behind them. Her fingers traced idle patterns on her lap as she stared out at the passing streets, her mind clouded with emotions she couldn’t quite untangle. William, ever vigilant, was focused on the road. His grip on the steering wheel was firm, his posture straight, trained to be alert even in moments of silence. He wasn’t just a driver—he was one of Luciano’s best men, trusted with her safety. The ride was smooth, almost peaceful, until— SCREECH! A car came to a sudden halt right in front of them, forcing William to slam the brakes. The tires screeched against the asphalt, jerking both of them forward. Adeline gasped, her pulse spiking as she grabbed onto the dashboard for support. “What the hell?” William muttered, already reaching for his gun. His sharp eyes l

. . . ADELINE The moment the sinister words left Charles’ lips, my’s world tilted on its axis. My breath came in shallow gasps, but I refused to show weakness. Vladimir being tortured- My nails dug into my palms as I clenched my fists, my entire body trembling with barely restrained fury. I pulled away from Vladimir without a second thought, my legs moving before my mind could catch up. In the next moment, I was in front of Charles, grabbing his collar with a force that made the room collectively gasp. “Who the hell are you?” I demanded, my voice shaking with rage. “And what were you doing with my brother?” I glared at Charles not knowing what he was playing. Why he was doing this. Behind me, Vladimir stood abruptly, his voice urgent. “Adeline!” But Charles… Charles only looked amused. His lips curled into a smirk as he glanced down at my hands gripping his shirt. His green eyes gleamed with something dangerously entertained, something darkly intrigued.

. . . AUTHOR’S POV The morning air was filled with the comforting scent of freshly brewed coffee, warm butter, and crisping bacon. Sunlight filtered through the large kitchen windows, casting golden hues across the marble counters. The atmosphere felt light, peaceful—almost as if, for once, everything was normal. Adeline stood at the stove, humming softly as she flipped pancakes onto a plate. A rare, genuine smile curled on her lips. It had been so long since she had felt this—this warmth, this sense of home. It wasn’t much, just breakfast, but it was hers. A moment of simplicity in a life filled with chaos. She wanted to give a happy life to Vladimir and she could go to any extent to keep that smile on his face. As she arranged the plates on the long dining table, she heard approaching footsteps. She turned just in time to see Vladimir entering the kitchen, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, his hair a mess from just waking up. “Adeline,” he called, his voice grogg