Todos os capítulos de BOUND TO THE WRONG CALLAHAN: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

Chapter 41The beach looked the same. Cold sand. Dark waves rolling in and out. A place that held secrets she wished she could bury.Sienna’s feet sank into the damp ground as she walked, her sandals dangling from her hand. Every step felt heavier. She shouldn’t have come. She shouldn’t have texted him. But she had. And now she was here.Landon was waiting near the water. His hands in his pockets. His eyes fixed on the horizon like he’d been standing there for hours. He turned when he heard her.“You came.”“You knew I would.”“Yes,” he said simply. “I did.”Sienna stopped a few feet away. She kept space between them, as if that distance could protect her from him, or from herself.“Why here?” she asked.“Because this is where it started. The first time you stopped pretending.” His eyes flicked to the sand beneath their feet. “It felt right to bring you back.”Her throat tightened. She remembered that night too well. She wanted to erase it, but the memory clung like salt to skin.“I c

Chapter 43The drive back from the coast was a blur of headlights and static. Noah's hands clutched the wheel so hard the leather groaned beneath his grip. Every breath scraped through his throat like sandpaper. Sienna's face, the wind tangling her hair, Landon's hand on her waist. Those images looped behind his eyes, sharp and merciless.By the time he reached the mansion, his knuckles were raw from pounding the steering wheel. He killed the engine, sat in the dark for a beat, then stepped out into the cold. The gravel crunched beneath his shoes, each sound too loud in the midnight quiet.Inside, the house waited in silence. A thousand shadows filled the hall, long and unmoving. The only sound came from the old grandfather clock near the stairs, its tick steady and cruel. Noah stood there, chest heaving, the smell of salt still clinging to his skin. He could almost taste the betrayal on the back of his tongue.His fists curled so tight his nails dug into his palms. He didn't feel the

Chapter 45The bar was almost empty.Just Noah and a few strangers scattered in dark corners. People who didn't want to be seen. People who had nowhere else to go.Noah sat alone. Glass after glass lined up in front of him. Empty. Half empty. Full. He'd lost count.His knuckles were bruised. Sore. Purple and red from where he'd hit Landon earlier. His jaw ached too. A dull throb where his brother's fist had connected with bone.He stared into the amber liquid in his glass. Watched it swirl. Tried to drown the memory that kept playing in his head.But it wouldn't stop.It kept coming back. Over and over.Earlier that morning. Before the fight. Before everything exploded.He'd been about to leave for a business trip. Last minute thing. His father needed him in Chicago for meetings. He'd packed his bag. Called his assistant. Arranged the flight.But something pulled at him. This feeling in his chest. Like something was wrong.He needed to see Sienna. One more time before he left.So he d

Chapter 47The light came through the curtains wrong.Too bright. Too warm. Like the world didn't know everything had gone to hell.Landon sat on the floor beside his bed. Back against the wall. Legs stretched out. A bottle of whiskey in his hand.Half empty. Or half full. Depending on how you looked at it.He'd been sitting here for hours. Since last night. Since everything exploded.His knuckles were bruised. Split open in places. Blood dried dark between his fingers.Not from fighting Noah. That came later.These were from earlier. When he'd punched the wall. Over and over. Until his hand went numb. Until he couldn't feel anything but the impact.The room smelled like alcohol. Stale air. Sweat. Regret.He lifted the bottle. Drank. The burn barely registered anymore.His mind kept going back. Playing it all on repeat.Following Sienna to the beach. Watching her stand there in the dark. Going to her.The way she'd looked at him. Like she was drowning and he was the only thing keeping

Chapter 49The city stretched out below him. Endless. Glittering. Alive.Landon stood by the floor to ceiling window of his penthouse. Glass cold against his forehead. Breath fogging up the surface.But he wasn't looking at the view. Wasn't seeing the lights or the cars or the people moving like ants far below.His eyes were fixed on the tablet in his hand. The screen glowing harsh in the dark room.Headlines. Everywhere."Heiress Sienna Blake Ruins Callahan Engagement!""Callahan Brothers' War: One Woman Between Them!""Blake Family Scandal: Fiancée Caught with Future Brother-in-Law!"He scrolled. Down. Down. Down.More articles. More photos. More comments.His jaw tightened. Muscles jumping under his skin.The photos were the worst. Sienna leaving the Callahan mansion. Face streaked with tears. Cheek red. Looking small. Broken.Someone had caught it all. Every moment of her pain. Sold it. Published it. Made it entertainment.The comments underneath made his stomach turn."She deserv