All Chapters of Bound To Three, Wife To One: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

PatrickI arrived at the restaurant earlier than Diego and took a seat at the bar. While I waited, my hands drummed on the marble bar top, my mind going through the plan one last time. If I needed to leave here with a solid proof, but what could we talk about to keep him here long enough to take that sip from his drink. I only needed the print of his lip on that glass.We couldn't talk about business, and I wasn't exactly here to get to know him. The only thread I could pull would be his overly affectionate gesture towards Violet. I would make it sound like I was concerned for my son's marriage. I'd grill him, spin him around in circles long enough for the drink to reach his lips. Then the glass would be mine.I drummed my fingers again. "Right on time," I muttered, as the door swung open and Diego stepped inside.I started to wave my hands, in case he had trouble spotting me, but he spotted me in a heartbeat and started walking toward the bar in a smooth, confident stride. "Mr. Tor

Leaning into my seat, I observed Violet Torres as she chatted with the young woman she was meeting. I wrapped my hand around the cup of coffee I had stopped pretending to drink, concentrating on watching her as she talked, the bounce of her hair, the way she smiled at the other woman who seemed to be conducting an interview of some sort. Soon, it was over and they shook hands and left the restaurant together. I paid for my coffee and waked out casually, going back into my car. I didn't pull onto the road until she did. Then, I followed. Diego always wanted the best for himself and this was one pretty woman. Her next stop was at the grocery store. Perfect! As soon as she parked her car, I pulled up beside her. After she walked in, I slipped under the hood of her car. It didn't take time. Smoothly, I sliced through the power steering pressure line and quickly slipped back in my car and drove off, a maniacal laugh rumbling from my chest. ________ Violet I p

Dominic The doctor had just checked Violet's vitals and given her medicine when a soft knock sounded on the door. Before any of us could answer, the door creaked open and a man in a dark blue blazer and jeans stepped inside, flashing a badge clipped to his belt. “Good morning. Sorry to intrude." On the couch, Gaius stirred awake. Diego sat up beside Violet.The officer nodded at each of us politely. "I'm detective Marshal. I’m here following up on the accident report from last night. Ms. Torres, yes?""Yes," Violet said, her voice still raspy. "We received a preliminary vehicle inspection report from the towing garage." He flipped open a notepad. "They flagged something unusual."I exchanged a look with Gaius. The detective reiterated the same thing Diego told us. The steering pressure did not appear worn out or rusted. It seemed to have been tampered with. "Who could have tampered with it?" Gaius pressed."That’s what we’re investigating. It appears deliberate

PatrickDiego was wiping sweat from his forehead after a dance rehearsal with a middle aged woman when he noticed me entering the studio. I had not told him I would be dropping by beforehand, so it was no surprise his expression turned cold when he sighted me. I inclined my head in a nod before finding a seat at one of the tables, waiting for him to wrap up his conversation with the lady. While he did, I took in the minimalistic interior of the studio that smelled of polished wood and a lemony fragrance. If Valera and I had raised him, he would have been in control of the company, not a simple dance instructor. He would have grown up with his brothers. Now, I had no idea how Gaius and Dominic would take the news of another big brother, especially Dominic, who had proved a worthy successor and was now set to take over the company. Surely, having to know there was another big brother would upset him. It was my fault our family turned out like this, but I'm determined to make things rig

Violet "Great sex, but you're not telling me what's wrong?" Diego finally lifted his head from righting his clothes. He had been quiet right after the sex, only giving me a hurried forehead kiss before disappearing to the adjoining bathroom to dispel the condom and clean himself up. Through it all, I noticed he avoided meeting my gaze. Something was wrong and he was hiding it from me. I crossed the room to stand in front of him, my hands crossed defiantly over my chest. "Alright, spill."He let out an exasperated sigh, realizing I had him cornered and wasn't backing off. Slowly, he came to stand in front of me. Diego dragged a hand down his face and let it fall heavily to his side. The strain in his eyes and the sag of his shoulders were pronounced, scaring me. Then his lips broke into a smile, setting my nerves at ease. He stepped closer, threading his hands through my hair. "I'm at a crossroads, Violet." "What do you mean?”He gave a short laugh, shaking his head. "I’