Lahat ng Kabanata ng Bound For 365: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

~ Seraphina ~When I woke, the hut was gone. The rough blanket was replaced by something impossibly soft. I was in a room, opulent and strangely cold. The air conditioning hummed softly. Heavy, damask curtains, rich and dark, blocked out the world. The only light came from a single standing lamp, casting a golden glow on the man sitting in a plush armchair.Alessandro.He sat perfectly still, his eyes fixed on me, dark and unreadable. The lamp light sculpted the harsh planes of his face, making him look less like the serious boy I remembered and more like a creature forged from shadow and steel. A predator.My heart began its frantic drumming again. I would faint soon if the tension didn't lessen. I knew.“Seraphina,” he called in a low growl that sent a shiver down my spine, a shiver that had nothing to do with the cold air. “You’re finally awake.”I opened the duvet that covered me and looked down. New nightgown. No underpants, no bra. He saw the confusion in my face and spoke. Q“

~ Seraphina ~The jet landed at Veridia airport, and as we walked, I yanked my hand from Mazikeen and bolted through the airport lobby. "Seraphina!" Alessandro's roar followed me. I spotted airport officials and rushed towards them. "Sir, I've been kidnapped! One Alessandro Torricelli! He even touched me!"They looked at each other and suddenly snapped to attention. "Jefe, bienvenido," they said. I turned. Alessandro stood there, a predatory smile on his lips. "You should have run in York Isles, Seraphina. This city… Veridia… is mine." He grabbed my hand and dragged me out.A black Rolls-Royce waited in the garage, flanked by vans and men in dark coats. "Boss," they murmured. He shoved me into the car. I faced him, anger boiling. He smiled. I looked away.After some minutes, the car stopped before a fortress: high stone walls, razor wire, and grim guards. It wasn't a home; it was a prison.He meant the 365 days of imprisoning me? I wondered. Inside, the grand foyer gleamed with marb

~ Alessandro ~The next morning. I had to return to work. I marched to her bedroom door, expecting it to be locked, expecting another defiance. It was. But I had the master key.She was sitting on the edge of the bed, her back to me, her shoulders stiff. "Go get Maze," she said. "She can do anything after all."My jaw tightened. "Don't tell me you're jealous, Seraphina." I shot back."Fuck, never!" she barked, turning to face me, her eyes flashing, but I saw the tell-tale tightness around her mouth. She was. And the knowledge twisted something in my gut, a perverse satisfaction."Well, I'm going out," I stated, ignoring her lie. "My men will deliver a truckload of clothing to you. Tonight, I have a party in one of my clubs, and you'll be there with me. They'll bring you." I turned, leaving no room for argument, the scent of her anger clinging to the air. ***After the daily drill, I returned to the T-Point Club for the party. The club pulsed with the heavy beat of electronic music, a

Darkness peeled away slowly, dragging me back to a world I didn’t want.The first thing I noticed was the bed. Soft. Too soft. The sheets smelled faintly of smoke and salt. My chest rose and fell in uneven jerks, each breath scraping my throat raw.And then—him.Dino Moretti.He sat shirtless on a stool in the corner, his arms draped over his knees as if he owned the air I breathed. The lamp behind him threw long shadows, carving his tattoos into shapes I didn’t want to recognize. His chest was broader than I remembered, cut with muscle, ink crawling over him like vines. On his side, just under the ribs, a scar glared white against his olive skin—the bullet wound Alessandro had left him.He smiled when he saw my eyes widen. “You lookin’, mia Sera? Don’t be shy now. This body’s been built on pain. And you know what?” He thumped his chest with one fist. “Still standin’. Still breathin’. Still the one everybody fears.”As if I cared if he ever got shot or dead. I couldn’t speak. My throat

~ Seraphina ~The van doors swung open, and daylight stabbed my eyes.For the first time, I saw Dino’s world.The yard stretched wide, paved in black stone, lined with men in dark coats. Their formation was precise, military, too exact to be improvised. Guns slung casually against their shoulders gleamed in the sun, but none of them looked uneasy. They weren’t afraid of the law, the police, or anyone.It looked… familiar. The way they stood. The way their eyes cut toward me, quick, assessing, like wolves measuring prey.I’d seen this before. Alessandro’s yard. His guards. His fortress. But Dino’s was bigger. More disciplined. A procession of power, not just wealth.My chest tightened as the realization slid in like a blade. Alessandro copied him. Even the details.“Out,” Dino’s voice barked, sharp as a whip.I stepped down on my own, no shove, no grip pulling me. My legs were shaky, but I held myself straight.“Let her go anywhere in the house,” Dino ordered, his voice echoing across t