All Chapters of Bound by a billionaire : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

~JESSICA~I don’t know how long I stared at that ring Leo left behind.Minutes.Hours.An entire lifetime, maybe.By the time I got home, the sky was dark and the air felt heavier than usual. Every step toward my room felt like I was dragging my soul behind me, kicking and screaming.I closed the door behind me and collapsed onto the bed. The moment my head hit the pillow, I shattered.Not the kind of quiet, pretty cry people post about.No.This was the ugly kind.The real kind.The kind where your whole body trembles, and your throat aches from screaming, and your face is soaked in tears and snot and regret.I screamed into the pillow until my voice cracked.I curled up on the floor because the bed felt too soft for the pain I carried.I punched the side of the mattress.I sobbed like I was mourning a death.And in many ways, I was.I was mourning the death of the girl I used to be.The girl who thought love was enough.The girl who thought happily-ever-afters ca

~JESSICA~My phone buzzed on the nightstand around 3:00 a.m. I glanced at it.Leo: You okay? Just had a weird feeling. Hope you’re alright.I stared at the message for a long time before locking the phone without replying.Leo.Sweet, golden-hearted Leo.He had been there for me every step of the way after the Daniel disaster. From the long nights spent crying in his car to the coffee runs that turned into therapy sessions, he’d held my broken pieces together without ever asking for anything in return.And now, I was pushing him away and ignoring him.Because now I was carrying another man’s child.A man who had shattered me.A man who had once promised forever and then turned his back like I never mattered.And worst of all?I still loved him.Even after everything.But I didn’t trust him anymore. I didn’t trust myself.I didn’t trust the universe that had betrayed me in the most brutal, ironic way.I pulled the blanket up to my chin and finally let my eyes close

~JESSICA~Three weeks passed like water slipping through my fingers—quiet, steady, and unexpectedly healing.There were still moments when grief nudged at my heart. Nights when I’d wake from a dream about Daniel and the life we were supposed to have. There were nights I still woke up crying, dreams bleeding into the silence. But every time I touched my growing belly, reality softened. Two tiny heartbeats pulsing inside me. A reason to keep going.A reason to start again.The ache wasn’t as sharp. It was duller, tucked behind something softer and stronger.Hope.It came in strange ways. In the sound of tiny clothes tumbling in the dryer. In Grace’s loud voice on video call showing me baby cribs she’d found on sale. In the corner of my apartment that slowly transformed into something more than just space.Grace had mailed me a rocking chair that squeaked slightly every time I leaned back in it, but I loved it anyway. I bought a crib—white and minimalistic. Then ca

~DANIEL~It's been months since Reid have been working on Jessica's accident case. I had almost forgotten about it and almost given up…Then finally, at 2:42 a.m., my phone lit up.Blocked number. Reid. Typical Reid's style.I snatched it up before it could ring again. “Talk.”“I found the driver you've been looking for,” he said bluntly.My pulse kicked up. “Who is he?”“Name’s Darren Cole. Mid-thirties. No priors, but he’s known in certain circles. Used to be muscle for a strip of nightclubs in the city. He's a subordinate to, you guessed it… Crystal Rodriguez.”My heart dropped into my stomach.“Tell me she didn’t.”Reid’s voice was cold. “She did. I followed the money—Darren got wired a large sum two days before the crash. Not from Crystal directly, but through one of her shell companies. He was under instructions to hit the car. Fast, hard, no questions. Didn’t even know Jessica was the target until after.”“She hired her minor to crash into my wife?” My

~DANIEL~Jessica didn't reply my texts, and I concluded that I was done.I was done chasing ghosts.I was done chasing her.From this moment forward, I wasn’t going to look back.She was gone.And this time…I was letting her go.But letting her go was easier said than done.Three days passed.Three quiet, soul-sucking days filled with nothing but silence and the echo of her name in my skull.I buried myself in work. Buried myself in numbers, meetings, travel plans—anything that could make me forget the gnawing emptiness in my chest.Then it's finally one week.One week since I sent those texts and got nothing.Not a word.Not a punctuation mark.Nothing.I sat alone in my London flat, the rain slicing down the windowpanes like sharp whispers. Even the damn weather seemed to mock me. I used to love the sound of rain.Now it just sounded like her silence.I just want to speak to you, Jess. I know now.Those words still sat in my message thread.Unread.Unan