All Chapters of Bound by Fortune :A Scandalous Heir Billionaire Romance : Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

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Chapter 193. Whispers of Treason

The document arrived not with a virtual beep, but with the soft, real clunk of a cushioned envelope dropped onto his desk by a messenger whose face he never caught sight of. No note, no return address on the inside. Just one single, unmarked flash drive. It was a relic of sorts, an analog component in a digital war, and that alone felt significant. Isabella was playing it stunningly, theatrically safe.Davidson inserted the drive into an air-gapped laptop, a paranoid precaution that was now justified. There was a single audio file. He hit play.The music was surprisingly crisp, though the acoustics led us to expect a large, empty space—perhaps a private dining room, perhaps an office at night. There was the quiet jingle of crystal, the gentle exhalation of leather. Then Victor's voice, quieter and silkier than his public persona, infused with conspiratorial warmth.".and you have my explicit word, Dmitri, that the minute this. tidying-up of the administration is cleared, the Siberian

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Chapter 194. Melissa's Poison Speech

The invitation was to a "special announcement" and had been faxed to all the major networks. It hadn't taken place in a TV studio, though, but in the living room of the house that Davidson had bought for them in a more subdued, tree-lined part of Connecticut. The setting was a deliberately roughened, unfriendly opposite of his penthouse glass and steel existence. This was a normalcy set, a family set, for all he was being made to see that he'd smashed.Davidson could not watch. It was a trap laid with his own heart. Not watching, however, seemed to him even greater cowardice. He had to see the knife she was brandishing. He had to behold his own execution as a father.He stood alone in the blackness of his study, the giant screen glowing like a malevolent eye. The camera panned across the room he knew so well—the flower-upholstered sofa he'd chosen with her, the bookcase filled with albums, the hearth where they'd hung the stockings. It was a monument to a life he could no longer have.

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Chapter 195: A Rift Between Lovers

The hush in the penthouse was a physical presence, thick and heavy as poured concrete. It was a stark contrast to the cacophony that had chased them inside. The shouted questions from the paparazzi clustered at the building’s entrance still seemed to echo off the floor-to-ceiling windows, which now framed a glittering, mocking New York skyline. To Davidson, each light was a judgmental eye.Joe stood at the window, his back to the room, a silhouette of rigid control. The financial reports were spread out on the titanium-and-ebony desk, a litany of their own demise. Stock prices plummeting. Board members jumping ship. The hostile takeover bid from Victor Brandt growing fatter and more hostile by the hour.Davidson couldn't look at the reports. He couldn't look at Joe. He looked at his own fists, clenched in his lap, and imagined them stained with the ink of a thousand tabloids. Gold Digger. Scandalous Heir. The Man Who Slept His Way to the Top.We need to make a statement," Joe's voice

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Chapter 196. The Board's Revolt

The previous forty-eight hours since the argument had been a death march. The silence between Davidson and Joe was no longer just heavy; it was polar, a frozen desert in the center of the penthouse. They walked on eggs around each other with the tense, cautious precision of bomb disposal experts, communicating only through stilted emails and messages relayed by an expressionless assistant. Their shared bed remained unslept in.The affair, once the focus of Davidson's new existence, was a reminder of his old life.Now, standing before the polished black door of the Brian Energy boardroom, Davidson felt that character had been stripped down to its skeleton. He was not the protégé or the lover or even the infamous heir. He was a defendant standing trial.Joe stood a few feet away, his gaze directed straight ahead at the door as if he could see through it to the war zone outside. He was every inch the king – razor-sharp Brioni suit, his very posture an imperious command that challenged

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Chapter 197. Victor's Secret Weapon

The boardroom defeat was supposed to be rock bottom.The next forty-eight hours were for Davidson like falling through a trapdoor in the floor, down to a lower, darker basement of despair.The official cancellation of his heirship was a public amputation, announced in a terse press release that set off a fresh wave of schadenfreude in the media.He was a title-less man now: not an executive, not a successor, not even a viable lover.He was a cautionary tale, haunting the sterile corridors of the penthouse like a ghost.Joe had retreated behind a fortress of cold pragmatism. The battle had broken something between them, and the uprising of the board had evidently caused Joe to decide that the broken thing was beyond repair. He was sitting on the phone, in his inner office, building a defense against Victor Brandt's more and more brutal attacks. He was fighting for his company, but Davidson was no longer in the battle plan. He was the casualty.It was in this atmosphere of shocked grief

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Chapter 198: The Protégé Strikes Back

Davidson Ekon went missing for three days. The media, having feasted on his presumed cowardice, declared he'd fled the country. Legal experts speculated he was negotiating a deal with prosecutors. Online trolls Photoshopped his picture onto wanted posters. The narrative was set in concrete: the Scandalous Heir, with his hand in the cookie jar, had cut and run.In a sterile, rented conference room in an anonymous midtown law firm, Davidson was not campaigning. He was preparing for war.He had not spoken to Joe.The recollection of the doubt in Joe's eyes was a scar on his soul, a pain more pointed than any headline.But that pain had undergone a chemical change.It had been refined in the crucible of his despair, changed from leaden shame to cold, hard steel.Joe's doubt had been the final, necessary lesson.No one was going to save him.The throne was not going to be handed to him; it had to be seized.His weapons were not the Brian Energy legal team, who were scrambling to attempt to

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Chapter 199: The Single Inheritance That Mattered

The penthouse was a tomb of what had been. For three days after the press conference, Davidson had kept his distance, hidden away in an anonymous hotel room, not out of anger, but out of a profound need for silence. He had fought his battle alone. He had won his legitimacy in the eyes of the public. Now he had to see if he could win it in the one pair of eyes that truly mattered.He put his key in, the muted snick of the lock echoing through the spacious, silent foyer. The atmosphere was different. The antiseptic, polar chill that had held sway since they had fought was gone, and instead, there was a silent, expectant stillness. The lights were dimmed, and the usual barrage of financial data did not roll across the screens. The fortress had stood down.Joe was not in his study, nor was he on the phone. He was across by the living room window, just as he'd been the night they'd fought their bitter fight. But his posture was different. The rigid line of his spine was softer, his shoulde

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Chapter 200: No Longer Prey

The announcement was not delivered in a whisper but with the cold, clinical finality of a judge's gavel. In a move that had the media cycle spinning, still parsing his masterclass press conference, Davidson Ekon filed a lawsuit. Not a defensive crouch or a plea for sympathy. A war cry, inscribed in legalese and delivered with the calculated precision of a tactical strike.The documents, filed simultaneously in state and federal court, were a masterpiece of savage elegance. The plaintiff: simply "Davidson Ekon." The defendants: "Victor Brandt and Melissa Ekon."The charges were Defamation, Tortious Interference with Contractual and Business Relations, and Intentional Infliction of Emotional Distress. The dollar amount requested was astronomical, enough to bankrupt Victor personally and ruin Melissa's future, but everyone who read the petition knew the money wasn't the goal. The goal was devastation.Joe discovered along with the rest of the world: via news alert on his phone. He was in

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Chapter 201: The Poisoned Pen

The ceasefire, so bitterly won and so jealously guarded, lasted for precisely eleven days. In that period, a fragile sense of order had begun to reassert itself in Davidson's world. The lawsuit was a sword of Damocles hanging over Victor and Melissa's heads, a danger that had muted their most open attacks. The board, humiliated by Davidson's forensic dismantling of the forgeries and cowed by his legal counterattack, had placed all discussion of succession on the back burner, resuming Joe's absolute reign in the short term.It was during this uneasy peace that Liam Croft requested an audience.Liam was a Wall Street Journal financial reporter, but he had never posed as less than that—a chronicler of the human drama that lurked behind the balance sheets. Young and perceptive, he had been one of the few voices in the media who had started to report Davidson's story with some measure of balance. Early in the scandal's dizzying first days, he'd written a piece that, while not defending Dav

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Chapter 202: The King is Falling

The war room was no longer the shiny boardroom. It had relocated to Joe's private study in the penthouse, a refuge once reserved for contemplative silence, now littered with the debris of war. Legal briefs teetered in dangerous stacks on the Persian rug. Financial projections were taped across the bookshelves, obscuring leather-bound classics. The air was thick with the scent of cold coffee and simmering tension.They had been at it for six hours. Davidson, his shirtsleeves rolled up, was pacing with a tireless, purposeful energy. Joe, however, had grown quieter as the night wore on. He was sitting in his high-backed leather chair, a throne he was seeming to shrink into. The brash confidence that had marked him for so many years had been stripped away by months of unrelenting pressure. The suit, the board's treachery, the poison pen of Liam Croft—it was death by a thousand cuts, and the hemorrhaging was beginning to take its toll. "We counter-attacked on the grooming story with a def

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