All Chapters of Bound to the Billionaire : Chapter 21 - Chapter 29

At night, after Camilla finished having her evening bath, the air in the bedroom still felt heavy, carrying the echo of Celine’s visit.Camilla sat in front of the mirror, brushing her hair in slow, distracted strokes. Each pull of the brush seemed to drag her thoughts deeper into the memories of the moment of Celine’s arms wrapped around Adrian, her soft perfume, her perfect laugh that clung to the walls long after she left.Camilla sighed, dropping the brush on the dresser. “God, this is stupid,” she muttered to herself, but her chest still hurt.She wasn’t supposed to feel like this. Not in a marriage that was supposed to be just paperwork and signatures. Not when they had rules, boundaries, and zero romance.But the image wouldn’t leave her head.Celine hugging him.Adrian not pushing her away.Her hand gripped the brush again, a little tighter this time. She dragged it through her hair like she could brush the thought out of her mind.Then came the sound of the door, a soft click

The air in the hallway felt tense but calm, that kind of silence that comes before something important.Camilla held her tablet close as she walked beside Adrian. Her heels clicked lightly against the marble floor, her steps perfectly in sync with his, though she refused to look at him.He looked every inch the CEO, expensive suits and wristwatch, expression unreadable. He didn’t say much, just walked with quiet confidence that made people straighten the moment he appeared.When the boardroom doors opened, the chatter inside stopped immediately.Everyone stood.“Good afternoon, Mr. Harrington,” one of the directors greeted quickly.Adrian gave a short nod, his voice calm and deep. “Good afternoon. Please, have a seat.”They obeyed instantly. Camilla could almost feel the weight of respect he carried. She followed him inside, her face composed, though her heart was racing under her blouse.Adrian sat at the head of the table. Camilla took the spot beside him, her tablet already glowi

The car ride, back home was silent.Camilla sits with her arms crossed, staring out the window, pretending the city lights flashing by didn’t bother her eyes, she was very angry . Adrian has not said a single word since he dragged her away from the gala, his hand was firm around her wrist, his face unreadable but dark, when he dragged her out.The second they stepped inside the mansion, he dropped his keys on the table. The sound made her flinch, not from fear,but from the anger boiling inside her.She turned to him slowly. “We could have at least said goodbye to the hosts, Adrian.”His coat was already off. “You didn’t seem in a hurry to say goodbye.” He said while loosening his tie.Camilla frowned. “What is that supposed to mean?”Adrian’s gaze lifted to hers, sharp and steady. “You were busy smiling at him.”She blinked. “At who?”“The man in the navy suit,” he said tightly. “You were busy smiling at every word he says, like he was your lover”“Oh, for God’s sake,” she muttered, th

The morning was sunny, everyone in the boardroom looked very tense, the kind that made people straighten their ties and double check their presentation files to avoid mistakes that can offend Adrian.Adrian Harrington sat at the head of the table, cool and unreadable as always. Camilla was beside him, flipping through her notes. She looked calm on the outside, but something in her gut felt off.Across the table, Lydia Price adjusted her laptop. She had that polished, corporate look , the kind that came with designer outfits and confidence. She was undeniably beautiful, but there was something sly beneath the surface, with seductive eyes, perfect posture, and a presence that demanded attention.She was one of the senior executives, smart, intimidating and other staffs respected her, but they also watched their backs around her.Adrian cleared his throat, bringing the room to attention. “Let’s begin,” he said with a deep and controlled voice .Everyone shifted in their seats, every slide

The house was quiet when Adrian came in that night, the kind of silence that didn’t mean peace it meant distance.He came back alone because Camilla, didn't want to be in the same ride with him.The marble floor of the entrance wall echoed under his shoes as he walked in. One hand was in his pocket, the other holding a small white bag from an exclusive jewelry store. His tie was hung loose, and his face gave nothing away.He saw light coming from the living room and realized someone might be on the couch.Camilla was there, curled up in her usual spot, wearing one of her silk nightrobes, a throw blanket over her legs, laptop open but untouched. She looked up when she heard the door closed, her eyes meeting his for the first time since that confrontation with Eleanor.She didn’t say a word, neither did he.For a few seconds, it was just their breathing and tension were loud enough to hear.Adrian loosened his tie completely, dropping it on a side stool .“You are still awake.”Camilla g