Lahat ng Kabanata ng Bound By Blood, Saved By Love : Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Jace straightened up as soon as the knock echoed through the room. It was soft. Almost hesitant. He adjusted his tie with practiced precision, ran his hand through his neatly combed hair, though he didn't need to check the mirror to know he looked presentable. He already knew who it was. He could feel it in his chest—that familiar nervous feeling he didn’t want to admit. The door handle turned slowly, and she walked in. "Good morning, sir," Sarah said. Her voice came soft, warm, measured. Jace looked up, his heart suddenly racing hard and fast. It was her. Of course, it was her. But God, it felt like he hadn’t seen her in years—even though it had only been a few days since that night. That moment. That terrible, silent ending in front of her apartment. "Good morning," he replied, awkwardly. He looked away just as quickly, suddenly fascinated by the untouched documents on his desk. Sarah walked across the room, heels clicking softly against the floor, and placed the fa

The living room of the Van Driscoll mansion was unnervingly quiet. Afternoon sun filtered through the massive glass panels, casting fractured shadows on the sleek marble floor. But nothing felt beautiful today.Leo stood by the window, pacing. Back and forth. His shoes made sharp, restless taps against the floor, the tension in his shoulders clear with every movement.Jace sat on a single-seater, legs crossed, arms folded. His usual composure was intact but his eyes were distant, narrowed. For the first time, he didn’t look like he had it all figured out. Maybe it was the company falling apart or maybe Sarah’s rejection hit harder than he thought. No one really knew.Luca, on the other hand, sat on the arm of the couch, one leg bouncing wildly. He was chewing gum too loud, too fast. He looked edgy. The kind of edgy you get when something valuable is slipping through your fingers. Was it the company he was worried about? Or just his fat assets crashing with it?“So turns out Daddy Dear

Jace stepped into the late Mr. Robert Van Driscoll's office. As soon as the familiar scent hit his face, he groaned. "Smells just like that old man," he grunted under his breath. His face twisted with displeasure as he stepped in deeper. He hadn’t set foot in here a single day in his life—not even when the man was still alive. Not even after he began working here. Everything in the office was curated in Robert's taste: the dark mahogany furniture, the heavy leather chairs, the overpriced abstract art pieces that screamed wealth and control. He stood at the center of the room and looked around. Cold. Stiff. Silent. Just like the man had always been. On the table was a photo frame of Robert and young Leo. Both suited up, smiling, gleaming like the perfect father-son duo. They looked happy. Content. And like Jace had never existed. "Old fool," Jace muttered, flipping the frame facedown on the desk. He didn’t want to see him. Not even in pictures. Moving to the shelf, he sta

Clarissa straightened slightly, as though remembering she was supposed to resist whatever charm was floating in the air between them.“I’m not here to waste your time. I just came for something you already have.”She narrowed her eyes. “Which is? Mr...”“Van Driscoll,” Luca said easily, stepping closer. “Luca Van Driscoll.”Her brows rose just slightly at the name, but she masked it quickly, her hands folding neatly on the table.“I’m not authorized to give out internal financial data, Mr…?” she said, having already figured out what he came for.His brother had called earlier, asking about a transaction. She assumed Luca had come for the same thing—and she wasn’t wrong.“Exactly what you said earlier,” Luca said coolly, “but I’m here now... in person.”“That doesn’t change protocol,” she said, though her voice had lost a bit of its edge. “Unless you’re here with a legal order, I can’t—”Luca didn’t answer immediately.Instead, his gaze dropped slowly, from her eyes to her lips… then l

Luca stared at the young lady as she walked out of the office, heels clicking lightly against the polished floor. Something about her tugged at his memory. He knew her. Yes—he’d seen her at that get-together party weeks ago. The same woman Leo was talking to before he got punched in the face. Who was she? They both acted awkwardly when he barged in. He didn’t get to dwell on it long. Leo’s voice snapped him back. “What’s up?” Leo asked. “Did you... did you get anything?” Luca blinked, refocusing. He stepped toward Leo who was still looking at the door. "Sure! I did." He held up the folded document like a prize. Leo’s eyes were already locked on the paper. Luca smirked. “All thanks to me for being my usual reckless self,” Luca added. “Congratulations. I just saved your asses without lifting a damn finger.” Leo stepped forward, grabbing the document with a mix of disbelief and urgency. “How did you get this?” he asked, glancing up, clearly surprised.