บททั้งหมดของ Bound To The Devil's Heir : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Damien's point of View She was lying to me.I didn't need proof. I didn't need facts or files or faces.I felt it.The moment we got into the car after the wedding, she changed. Her silence wasn't her usual cold defiance it was something else. Haunted. Guarded.And when she looked out the window, I saw this flicker of fear she tried to hide.it wasn't about the marriage. it wasn't about me.it was something or someone else.I stood in my office the morning after the entire city spread beneath me in glass and steel. The mansion was too quiet. she hadn't come out of the bedroom. Not that I expected her to.But she wasn't just tired.she was hiding.and I hated that it made me want her more.I hated that I still remembered the sound she made when I kissed her, the soft gasp, the way her fingers had curled into my chest. How she trembled against me like she wanted it just as badly as I did.That kiss wasn't fake.Not for me.I told myself I didn't care. That this was business. A strategy

Serena Vale point of View Two years ago.The next time I saw Uncle Matthias, he was in our living room.I had just returned from school late, tired , sore from carrying my portfolio of unfinished sketches and when I opened the door, his voice slid through the hallway like oil."I told you I'd handle it, Jude. But you never listen." I froze in the entryway.My father's voice answered. low. Harsh. "You're not in charge here, Matthias. This is still my house." "That house wouldn't exist if it weren't for me."I took a step back.They hadn't noticed me yet. I couldn't hear the clink of glasses whiskey, probably and the thud of my father's heavy boots pacing across the worn floorboards.I slide my shoes off and crept closer, staying behind the cracked drywall near the dining room arch. I peeked just enough to see them both.My father sat hunched in his chair, hair messier than usual, uniform shirt wrinkled and half buttoned.Matthias was opposite composed, sleek, dressed in another dark

Two years agoI don’t remember the ride to the penthouse.Just the sound of the car door slamming. The weight of my father’s hand pressing me down into the back seat. The scent of smoke and leather. My heart beating so loud I could barely breathe.And Matthias sitting in the front, silent, like he was already calculating the next move.They didn’t hit me.They didn’t scream.That silence scared me more than anything else ever had.The elevator ride felt like drowning.When the doors opened, we stepped into a hallway lined with black marble and soft lighting. The kind of wealth that whispered instead of screamed.Matthias’s penthouse.I knew it without being told.He opened a door near the end of the hall. The room was sleek—minimalist furniture, floor-to-ceiling windows, an iron-glass door that sealed shut behind me.I turned just in time to hear the lock click.They left me there.No explanation. No threats.Just me and the dark.The room wasn’t a dungeon.But it was a prison.I chec

Serena's point of View The storm broke inside me before it ever broke outside.I had been watching them for days now listening to scraps of conversations through the cracks in the walls, piecing together fragments of something far bigger than I could fully comprehend. The safehouse was no longer just a prison; it was an artery feeding into something monstrous. Weapons, shipments, names whispered like curses.I wasn’t supposed to know any of this. I was supposed to sit quietly, eat the food shoved under my door, and wait for the men in my life to decide my fate. But I couldn’t. My silence had already cost me too much.So when my father came into the room that evening, I made my mistake.The door creaked open with its usual groan, light spilling into the dim cell. He stepped inside, shoulders heavy, eyes bloodshot. His uniform shirt was gone, replaced by a wrinkled undershirt. He looked less like a police officer and more like a man already halfway consumed by the shadows he worked f

Damien’s Point of ViewMarriage was never supposed to change me.That’s what I kept telling myself in the weeks since Serena Vale became Serena Alaric. She was a pawn, a carefully chosen piece on the board, a shield against my enemies and a symbol of power for my allies. That was all.At least, that’s what it was supposed to be.Yet, ever since the wedding, something had shifted. The world watched us with hungry eyes, the papers calling us the empire’s golden couple, but behind closed doors she was distant. Withdrawn. As if the vows we exchanged were nothing more than chains on her wrists.And maybe they were.But what bothered me most wasn’t her silence it was the way it clawed at me, burrowed under my skin, and made me restless. I shouldn’t care. I had never cared before. Women came and went like whispers. None of them lingered. None of them mattered.So why the hell did she?I found myself pacing the office in the mansion, the night stretching long past midnight. Contracts, ship