All Chapters of Bound by His Mark, Freed by His Betrayal: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Elena’s POV“Horace, calm down. You’ll be fine.”I said calmly, rubbing my hands through his hair as he laid on my thighs.The investigator was long gone, but I believed Horace needed his privacy to express his feelings but to my surprise, he didn’t even lash out the way I thought he would.I had expected him to march around the room, destroying and throwing things around. However, it was far from that.He just slipped quietly onto my thighs, rubbing and caressing me gently. This lasted for a while until he finally lifted his head up to me, staring deeply into my eyes.“Elena.” He called out, holding my hand in his.“Yeah.”He smiled. “Thank you for being here, especially at such an important moment. I mean, if you weren't here, I don’t know what I would have done with such information.”“Hey, it’s fine, you don’t have to thank me. Trust me, I am glad to be of such help.”I paused, thinking about my next words before finally letting them slip. “But Horace, are you sure that you are p

Elena’s POVSlowly, I settled myself gently onto his large, widened thighs, a sharp breath tearing through my lips. His hand settled on my waist, holding it steady and drawing me closer. My own hand wrapped around his neck, pushing myself further into him as I rocked slowly.“Oh Elena, keep doing that.” He breathed in my ear, teasingly biting on it. And of course, I was going to keep doing what he asked. The man had literally turned my world upside down in the most unexpected, pleasant way.“I am in love with you.” His words kept ringing in my ears, prompting my movement to become more urgent. More impatient.My fingers traced the line of his jaw, then I felt a restraint. As if he was trying to hold himself back from doing too much.His hand caressed me gently. Too gentle. And I wanted more.“I’m not fragile, Horace. I always tell you this.”I felt his body physically tighten as he tried to break free from his restraint.Then his hands found my hips just as his lips found mine—smash

Michael’s POV“Are you crazy? Were you trying to kill her or something?” He yelled, grabbing a bottle of water from the table and kneeling beside the woman on the ground, pouring the water down her throat.A moment later, she began to cough, trying to catch her breath that she had basically lost seconds earlier.I was so pissed that I wanted to pass my aggression to the bastard beside me, but as I stared at him, I realised he wasn’t one I could take down in a sharp, swift stride. That bastard Horace made sure to keep people of similar build around him.My fists tightened.However, if I couldn’t fight face-to-face, I could taunt and perhaps push him to finish the work I had started on the bitch lying on the ground.“What is this? Some romantic moment where the used boyfriend still decides to help his whore of a woman?”He lifted his head to stare at me, but said nothing and just focused on the figure beneath him.I rose to my feet slowly, shrugging like I was just looking out for hi

Elena’s POVThe sun glimmered across the open water as our yacht cut a smooth line through the waves. Ethan’s voice filled the deck as he ran around, chasing bubbles that Horace was blowing out for him.“Mama, come join us.” He called out to me, falling onto the floor and laughing hysterically as his father tickled him.“Yes, Mama, come join us.” Horace followed, kneeling beside him.I shook my head, dangling my book in their faces as a reminder that I was already too preoccupied with something of my own to join them in their silly plays. “Ahhh, what a party pooper you are.” Horace teased before turning to Ethan, pointing at me.“Come on, buddy, tell Mama she’s a party pooper.”He nodded in that childlike innocence.“Yes, Mama, you’re party pooper.”He teased, bursting into another laughter.“Huh,” Horace’s eyes widened in exaggerated shock. “You called my woman a party pooper?”“Huh—papa, but you told me to,” Ethan said sharply, visible shock of betrayal present in his eyes.“Really

Ashanti’s POV“Elena, hold up, trust me, you don’t want to meet up with them. They don’t have any good plans for you.” I ran after her as she was about to board the car.“They? Who’s they?” She asked, though I could sense it was more from sarcasm than actual interest, but I didn’t relent. At that moment, I couldn’t understand the reason, but deep down, a feeling of shame and regret engulfed me for all I had done to her. I was also tired of fighting, and I accepted that my father was right.Elena was never someone I could win against, and it wasn’t just because she was strategic and smarter, but she was just a simple person who didn’t harbor any evil intentions towards people.On the other hand, I have spent my whole life being a bitch to everyone I come across.I spent it all trying to bring down the one person that I would’ve called a friend.Elena.My mind suddenly went back to the years of our friendship. Being with her showed me another side of life, and at first, I really cheri