All Chapters of BOUND BY DECEIT : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Amaya couldn’t shake the feeling that something in the house was off. The tension she felt around Nancy and Damian was nothing compared to the unease that settled over her whenever her brothers, Michael and Christian, were near. She had always known they were distant, but lately, there was something… darker about them. Something that made her skin crawl.It started with little things. Michael would give her a look—just a glance, but it carried judgment, suspicion, and maybe even… resentment. Christian, on the other hand, was colder. He wouldn’t speak to her directly but often muttered under his breath when he thought no one was listening. Amaya tried to ignore it, tried to chalk it up to stress or paranoia, but deep down, she knew something was wrong.One evening, she overheard them in the living room. She had gone to get a glass of water, but the voices carried through the hall.“…she’s too curious,” Michael said, voice low and cautious. “She notices too much. We can’t let her get in

Amaya couldn’t sleep that night. Her mind was spinning with everything that had happened—the folder, Michael’s words, the betrayal, and Damian’s distant behavior. She tossed and turned in her bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to make sense of it all. Every creak of the mansion, every shadow in the corners, made her heart jump.She finally got up and decided to wander the mansion. Maybe being alone with her thoughts wasn’t helping. She needed to see something familiar, somewhere safe, even if only for a little while.The hallways were quiet, dimly lit by the soft glow of lamps. Her footsteps echoed softly against the polished floors. She passed by the library and paused, feeling an odd mix of comfort and unease. Books had always made her feel grounded, but tonight they seemed like witnesses to everything going wrong in her life.She turned to leave when she heard a soft sound—someone breathing. Her heart leapt, and she froze. The sound came again, closer this time. She realized it wa

Amaya woke up with the morning sun streaming through her window, casting a golden glow across her room. For the first time in weeks, she felt… lighter. Last night had changed something between her and Damian, and even though doubts lingered, a small spark of hope had taken root in her chest.But as she stretched and tried to shake off the last remnants of sleep, her phone buzzed. It was Damian, a simple text that read: “Meet me in the study. Now.”Her stomach flipped. The urgency in his message was clear. Something was happening. She quickly dressed, trying to calm her racing heart, and made her way to the study.Damian was already there when she arrived, standing by the large desk, hands buried in his pockets. His expression was serious, and the warmth from last night was replaced by a tense determination.“Amaya,” he said without greeting, voice low. “We need to talk about Nancy.”Her chest tightened. She had suspected that Nancy’s presence in their lives was more dangerous than she

The mansion felt colder than usual that morning. The sun was barely peeking through the heavy curtains, and the silence seemed to press down on Amaya’s shoulders. She followed Damian through the hallways, both of them tense, their steps synchronized but hesitant. Today, they would face Nancy. Today, the manipulation, lies, and chaos would have to end.Amaya’s heart pounded in her chest. She had imagined this confrontation hundreds of times, each scenario more dramatic than the last, but now that it was real, she realized she was terrified. Nancy was cunning, ruthless, and she didn’t play fair. But with Damian by her side, she felt a small spark of courage.They reached the grand living room, where Nancy was already waiting, leaning against the marble fireplace with that smug expression Amaya had grown to hate. She was impeccably dressed, hair flawless, eyes sharp and calculating.“Well, well,” Nancy said smoothly, a dangerous smile on her lips. “Look who decided to show up. The little

Amaya sat on the edge of her bed, staring at the packed bag lying on the floor beside her. She had spent the whole night tossing and turning, her mind racing with thoughts she couldn’t escape. Every memory of the last few weeks—the lies, the manipulation, the betrayals—pressed down on her chest like a heavy weight. She couldn’t stay. Not here. Not in the house that had started feeling more like a cage than a home.Her fingers lingered on the zipper of her bag as if holding onto it could somehow keep her tethered to the life she had built, even if it was a broken one. But she knew better. Staying meant suffering, pretending, and enduring more pain than she already had. She had to leave. She had to breathe, to think, to reclaim the part of herself that had been buried under chaos and fear.Her heart ached at the thought of leaving Damian, too. Even after all the betrayal, she knew she still cared for him. But love didn’t mean ignoring the truth. Love didn’t mean staying somewhere unsafe