All Chapters of BOUND BY BLOOD AND BILLIONS: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

SWACK!The dollar bill cut across my cheek like a razor. My head snapped to the side, and I tasted blood where my teeth bit into my lip. The club's neon lights blurred through my tears, but I couldn't let them fall. Not here. Not in front of him."That's what you get for being slow, bitch," the man snarled like a dog, his breath reeking of whiskey and cigarettes. His fat fingers grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at him. "I paid good money for a show, not some dead fish act."The music pounded in my ears, mixing with the sound of my racing heart. Around us, other girls kept dancing like nothing happened. They'd learned the same lesson I was learning now, keep your head down, keep moving, keep surviving.My cheek burned where the bill had hit me. The sting reminded me of the last time Dad hit me, right before he threw me out. "You're nothing but a disappointment," he'd said. "Just like your mother." But this hurt worse because I chose to be here. I chose this hell.I wanted to run. I

The hospital smelled like death and disinfectant. I held Violet's tiny hand as machines beeped around us, keeping my baby alive. Her skin was paper-thin, her breathing shallow. She looked so small in that big hospital bed, like she might disappear if I blinked."Miss Carter?" The doctor's voice cut through my prayers. Dr. Martinez was a kind-faced woman, but her eyes held bad news. "We need to talk."My stomach dropped. "Is she... will she be okay?""Your daughter has acute kidney dysfunction. It's serious, but treatable. However..." She paused, and I knew what was coming. "The treatment will require immediate surgery, followed by extensive care and medication. The total cost will be approximately ten thousand dollars."Ten thousand dollars. The number hit me like a truck."I... I don't have that kind of money," I whispered, my voice breaking. "Please, there has to be another way. Payment plans, charity, something..""I'm sorry, Miss Carter. Hospital policy requires fifty percent upfr

SLAP!I jolted awake, my cheek stinging from the sharp blow. Catherine stood over my bed, fully dressed in an expensive cream suit, her face twisted with disgust."Get up, you lazy cow," she hissed. "It's seven in the morning. A proper mother should already have breakfast prepared and children ready for school."I scrambled to sit up, my heart racing. Violet was still sleeping peacefully beside me, her small body curled under the blanket."I'm sorry, I didn't know…""Of course you didn't know. Whores don't know how to be mothers." Catherine's voice dripped with venom. "Get dressed. You have duties now."She threw a piece of paper at me. It fluttered to the floor like a dead leaf. "Your daily schedule. Follow it exactly, or you'll answer to me."The list was written in perfect cursive handwriting:6:30 AM - Wake up, prepare breakfast7:00 AM - Wake children, ensure they're dressed properly 7:30 AM - Serve breakfast, pack lunches8:00 AM - Drive children to school9:00 AM - Clean house

Detective Laura Hensley leaned back in her chair, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead in the stark interrogation room. Her pen tapped rhythmically against her notebook, a habit that surfaced when her gut told her something was off.Across the table, Emily Carter sat hunched, her hands trembling, her cheap mascara smudged from crying. Laura’s eyes narrowed, studying the young woman, barely twenty-five, yet her face carried the weight of someone twice her age. Emily’s past as a stripper, her marriage to a billionaire, and now the death of a teenage boy all screamed trouble. Laura didn’t trust her. Not one bit.“Start from the beginning, Ms. Carter,” Laura said, her voice sharp but controlled. “What happened on that balcony?”Emily’s lips quivered, her eyes darting to the one-way mirror behind Laura. “I told you,” she whispered, her voice raw. “Jason was yelling at me, calling me names, gold-digger, prostitute, worse. I told him to stop. He stepped back, and… he fell.” Her voice brok

EmilyThe house felt like a tomb. Three days had passed since Jason's funeral, and the silence pressed against my chest like a weight. Alexander hadn't spoken to me since the police released me. He'd look through me as if I were a ghost, which maybe I was becoming.Violet's cough echoed from upstairs, wet and desperate. I clutched the empty medicine bottle in my hands, my knuckles white. Catherine had locked the medical supplies in Alexander's study after the funeral, claiming I couldn't be trusted."Please," I begged her this morning. "She's burning up.""Should have thought about that before you pushed my grandson off a balcony," she'd hissed, her eyes cold as winter.But Violet's fever was climbing. 104 degrees this morning. Her skin felt like paper, hot and fragile. I had maybe hours before I'd lose her too.The study door loomed before me now, heavy oak with brass handles. Alexander was at his office downtown, I'd watched his car disappear through the gates an hour ago. Catherin