Lahat ng Kabanata ng Bound By The Heiress Revenge : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Amara POVThe rain made the city lights look like silver and gold streaks, as if the world was behind a sheet of glass. I stood across from ColeTech's tower, which looked like a monument to arrogance with its steel and glass stabbing into the night sky. Damien Cole's pride. I felt my chest tighten as I looked up at it. His kingdom. His win. My father's downfall. The watch in my hand ticked softly, reminding me all the time. The watch my dad gave me. After Damien stripped him bare, all that was left of him was the pain of losing his company, the debt that consumed us, and the grief that consumed him. I put my fingers on the cool metal. For you, Dad. I'll burn him the same way he burned us.I was no longer Amara Blake. Three years ago, that girl was buried with her father. I was Mara Vance tonight. I had a new name, a new smile, and a new reason to be. The best mask to wear to get into Damien's world. I could feel my heart racing in my throat when the elevator doors opened on the t

Amara's POV Masks are easier to wear than people think.Smile here. Nod there. Listen, don’t reveal. I’d practiced it for three years, long enough that sometimes I almost forgot what my real face looked like.Here at ColeTech, the mask mattered more than ever.By midweek, I’d memorized the rhythm of the twenty-second floor. Who took long lunches. Who whispered gossip over coffee machines. Who thrived on deadlines and who cracked under them. People thought information came from boardrooms and spreadsheets, but no, it came from watching. Listening.And no one listened better than the girl with a polite smile and a notebook in her hands.That girl was me.I slipped into the role easily, playing the eager, competent new hire. I laughed when I was supposed to, asked questions that made me sound curious but not threatening, and impressed Kingston enough that he started dropping my name in meetings.But no matter how well I wore my mask, there was one person who seemed determined to peel it

Amara's POV The office was quiet, save for the soft click of my heels on the marble floor and the faint hum of the city below. I paused at the doorway, clutching my tablet a little too tightly, my pulse a steady drumbeat of anticipation and nerves. Damien had summoned me to his office, a rare gesture, usually reserved for his most trusted executives.I told myself it was part of the plan. Just observation, just manipulation. But the tighter the air around him, the closer I drew to the line between vengeance and something I hadn’t expected: intrigue, fascination, a hint of… desire.“Mara,” Damien’s voice broke my thoughts, low and steady, carrying that familiar edge that always commanded attention. He didn’t stand immediately, letting me take in the space first, the sleek desk, the skyline stretched behind him, the faint scent of expensive cologne mingling with leather-bound folders. “Come in. Sit.”I obeyed, the chair sliding back under my fingers. Every movement had to be precise, m

Amara’s POVI didn’t sleep.All night, the image replayed in my mind, Damien standing alone in his office, stripped of the armor he wore so well. His voice still clung to me, those words to a father who wasn’t even alive to hear them.It unsettled me, more than I wanted to admit.Because that wasn’t the Damien Cole I had sworn to hate. That wasn’t the man who had destroyed my father’s empire with a single ruthless acquisition. That was a man carrying ghosts.And yet here I was, walking into another morning in his world, makeup perfect, spine straight, heart pounding like it didn’t belong to me.The meeting room was already humming when I arrived. Executives shuffled papers, laptops glowed, coffee cups steamed. Everyone’s attention snapped to the head of the table as Damien entered.He didn’t even look at them. His eyes flicked across the room once, precise as a blade, before landing on me.I nearly forgot to breathe.The contact was brief, no longer than a second, but it jolted throug

Amara’s POVI wasn’t ready to see him again.Not after the kiss. Not after the fire that still lingered on my lips, haunting me every time I tried to forget.I had told myself I would bury it, lock it deep down where it couldn’t touch me. But when his assistant appeared at my desk with a simple, understated envelope, my heart betrayed me before my mind caught up.Inside was a card. Not typed. Not formal. Handwritten.Dinner. Eight o’clock. The Cole Suite. Don’t be late.–DNo apology. No explanation. Just a command.I should have torn it up. I should have ignored it. But I didn’t. Because some part of me, the part I hated, the part that wasn’t strong enough, was curious.And curiosity has always been my weakness.…….The Cole Suite wasn’t just a room. It was a legend. Entire business deals had been born and buried within its walls. It was where men like Damien Cole entertained, not guests, but prey.When the elevator doors slid open, my chest tightened. The corridor was hushed, thick