All Chapters of Bound by His Mark, Freed by His Betrayal: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Elena’s povI stood by the window watching as a group of councilmen and women in a number of six walked up to the mansion.My mind went back to Horace’s conversation the previous night, where he warned me about how ruthless the council could be if they detected weakness.“Elena, they’re here. Let’s go meet them.”Horace’s voice called out from outside my door, pulling me back to reality.“Coming.”I joined him as we made our way down the stairs.The door opened, and they each stepped in, as we all offered greetings to each other.Just then, I noticed a look on the lead council’s face. She eyed me up and down in unbidden irritation, like she had a personal vendetta against me.I looked away, unsure if I was hallucinating or not.“Follow me.” Horace finally said, and we all made our way to the mini living room.After we were seated and ready, the same councilwoman spoke up.“Where is young Sir Ethan?” She asked.“Upstairs, sleeping.” We replied in unison.We had initially thought about

Ashanti pov.“Why do you look so shaken?” I asked him. “This is what you’ve always wanted, isn't it? That I get out of the picture so you can make up with your ex-wife, right?”He stared at me, shock visible in his eyes. He wasn’t expecting me to make such a move, and he was right. There’s no way I'd really leave him and let the bitch of his ex win over me.But when I noticed he was slipping away, I decided to try this trick.I knew no matter how crazy he was, he wouldn’t want to part from his son.His parents would have his head on a spike for it, as they had been wanting a grandchild for the longest.I also knew he would be scared of me talking to the press about the situation. It could greatly affect his business.With this pregnancy, I had power, and I knew it, so I used every bit of it.He walked up in disbelief. “Hey, Shanti, what do you mean you want to leave? Okay, you know what, I know I haven’t been the best man to you in the last couple of days, and I know you deserve bette

Horace’s pov.“That was Logan, said he just found one of the impostors’ addresses,” I said, standing with my hands in my pockets.Her eyes shot up to me in curiosity. “Hey, baby, mama and papa will come play with you later, okay?” She said to Ethan before turning to the maid, “Could you take him upstairs, please?”“Yes, ma’am.”After they left the room, she turned her attention to me, “Really?”“Yup. Dr John Brownson. I remember his face clearly. He was one of the doctors who spent a lot of time here and took a lot of my money in the name of treatments, also.”“Oh my goodness. What an evil man. Well, that’s a good thing. You can finally confront him and maybe also get a few answers out of him.”“Oh, that’s what I plan on doing.” I sat beside her as my jaw tightened in anger. My mind is swirling around the situation all over again.Those bastards had the audacity to lie to and risk my son's health in their quest for some quick cash. By the time I’m done with them, they’ll never remain

Horace’s pov.“You’re okay, you've been kind of silent ever since we dropped that woman off,” I asked her as we had lunch in the dining room.“I’m fine… I'm actually fine. She repeated absentmindedly if she still had something on her mind.I raised a brow. “Doesn’t seem like it.”She sat up. “Well, you’re right. So I’m having this crazy thought.”“Okay, then share it.”She shook her hands in disagreement. “No, at least until I confirm it. I can’t actually act on it.”A little surprising, but “o—Kay. So how do you intend to do this? Do you need my help?”“Actually, I do. And I know it might sound sort of off, but stay with me, okay.”“Yes, ma’am,” I replied with all seriousness, earning a slight chuckle from her.“Alright, so tomorrow night, let’s invite Michael and Ashanti out for dinner. A truce.”I dropped my fork immediately. A truce, what does that mean? Turning to her, I asked, “A truce? I mean, how would that work?”She shook her head, “Oh, I know what you’re thinking, but I pro

Elena’s pov.“Are you okay?” Micheal asked Ashanti in the most sorry excuse of the word caring. Probably because he was staring back at me the whole time like he was scared of checking on his wife in his presence.“I’m not.” She barked then looked me dead in the eye, “Did you do this on purpose, Elena? You knew I was about to walk past, and somehow your leg was there? That was no mistake.” She yelled at the top of her lungs, perhaps looking to draw attention.The restaurant was one of the most exquisite in the crimson moon, so only people of such caliber came there, and they didn't act the way our poor actress was acting.I put my hand on my chest in feigned surprise, “My goodness, why ever would you think this low of me, Ashanti? We are friends, remember?”“Friends, so you want to swear that you didn’t trip on purpose.” She sneered, still on the floor.She really needed attention, but unfortunately for her, people didn't seem to be buying it.“Oh my goodness, all she has to do is get