All Chapters of Bound by his secret : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Chapter 1Ameera’s Pov“Hey, Ameera, don’t forget to wash the dishes before locking up.”“Of course, sir. How could I forget?” I responded with a fake smile.“Good.” He tugged on his jacket—the same one he wore every day. I swear, it used to be red. Now it’s this sad, faded thing, like it gave up on life.I dragged myself into the kitchen. Plates everywhere. My hands were already sore, but what choice did I have? The smell of fried food, alcohol, and burnt barbecue was glued to my clothes, my skin, even my hair. No matter how many showers I took, it stayed. That was the life of working night shifts at a greasy little diner.Outside, New York was doing what it always did—being loud. Honking, yelling, music blasting from cars, someone laughing too hard a street over. Past ten, the city wasn’t going to sleep anytime soon.I scrubbed the last greasy plate, tossed it on the rack, and grabbed the keys from the pocket of some nasty apron hanging by the door. Hygiene wasn’t exactly a priority

Chapter 3 Ameera's Pov I woke up to the sound of my landlord’s annoying dog and a splitting migraine.The constant barking drilled into my skull, making the pounding in my head even worse.Dragging myself up from bed, I realized it was already 8:50 a.m. My shift started at nine. Great. Maybe last night wasn’t such a good idea after all. The club, the drinks, the running for my life—it all hit me like a wrecking ball.I reached for my phone and saw five missed calls from Cassie. Damn. I’d forgotten to text her that I got home safely. Memories of last night came flooding back—the fight, the guy, the gunshot. My stomach knotted. I quickly sent her a text, apologizing for scaring her. Whatever she was dealing with, I doubted her night ended as badly as mine.At least there was water this morning. Thank God for small mercies.I walked to the supermarket where I worked. It wasn’t really far, which was the only good thing about that job. I was thirty minutes late. I just prayed he wouldn’t

Chapter 5Ameera’s POVI stood outside the towering glass building.“Blackwood Corp,” I muttered under my breath.It was so unique; it stood out from all the buildings beside it. The security officer kept looking at me as if I was losing it. I’m pretty sure he wanted to ask what I was doing there, but he didn’t. I stopped gawking at the really fascinating building and stepped inside.It felt like stepping into another world—bright, clean, intimidating. I clutched my purse a little tighter. The only sounds were the click and clack of shoes against the pristine floor. Everyone was in their own world—no one seemed to care who came in. Well, except the two security men at the door.I quickly walked in and went straight to the receptionist.“Hey, I’m Ameera Parker. I was asked to be here by Mrs. Loretta.”“Ohh, you’re the girl I spoke to yesterday. I’m Lily,” she said, smiling, showing off a beautiful set of sparkling white teeth.I smiled back. She was beautiful. Her hair was pulled up in

Ameera's Pov After my three hour orientation with Mr Smith I got a text from the hospital again.I needed to move fast before it was too late as they say desperate times call for desperate measures.I did the most stupid thing anyone could do at this moment and now I'm standing at the door to my boss's office to ask him for my salary.“I need your help, sir,” I said softly, almost doubting he’d even respond. I hadn’t even lasted three hours in his company, but I needed the money now.His eyes narrowed. “And what can that be?”“Please sir,can I have part of my salary”For a moment, he looked astonished—like he thought I’d lost my mind. Then a sharp laugh escaped him.“That’s ridiculous. You haven’t even worked a minute,” he said, rising to his full height. He always seemed to use it as a weapon, towering just enough to remind you of your place.“I actually have work for you right now,” he added, stepping closer. “You’ll go with my driver and collect some files from a company. I’ll tel

Ameera's PovIt had been two weeks of endless suffering under the hands of Mr. Blackwood. I felt less like a secretary and more like his personal assistant.Everywhere he went, I was there. Every meeting, every file to sort, every signature to collect from one end of the city to the other. I plastered on fake smiles for people I didn’t even want to know, stayed up most nights answering emails, and ran around with the new driver as if my life depended on it.Meanwhile, Mr. Blackwood was either out of the country, out of the state, or lounging in his mansion—or worse, some fancy club. And when he was around? The workload tripled.That afternoon, we’d just finished a meeting. I wasn’t allowed in because it was “confidential,” so I waited outside like a servant until he returned to his office.“Take this,” he said, tossing a set of documents onto the table in front of me.“Of course, sir,” I said quickly, scooping them up.“Deliver the first three to Mr. Jacob.” He loosened his tie with o