Lahat ng Kabanata ng Bound to the Enemy Alpha: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

Chapter 61Rohan POV I watched her leave without stopping her. That was the first test. Whether I would reach for her out of habit or calculation. I remained seated, fingers loosely interlaced, eyes tracking the quiet determination in her walk until the door closed behind her. Only then did my expression change.It was not dramatical or enough for a servant to notice if one happened to glance in my direction. It was just enough for me to feel the shift settle behind my eyes.Ella believed she had just confessed something dangerous. She believed her words had slipped past her guard in a moment of emotional afterglow. She believed she had shown me a side of herself she usually kept hidden. She had no idea how late she was.I had known about Luciano weeks before she ever said his name in my presence. Known about Amanda even longer. The film, the funding structure, the private investors, the shell companies used to move capital without noise. None of it had surprised me. I had allowed it

Chapter 63Amanda POV The first sign that something was wrong arrived disguised as a delay.It wasn’t a dramatic one or the kind that triggered alarms or emergency meetings. It was just a postponement—two signatures taking longer than usual, a wire transfer that hadn’t cleared by noon, a board memo rewritten twice before being circulated.Small things. The kind of things men like my father dismissed as operational noise. I noticed anyway. I always did.I sat across from him in his study, legs crossed, posture rigid, watching him skim through reports with the same bored authority he’d carried my entire life. The room smelled faintly of cedar and old money. Everything in it had weight. Everything except the answers I wanted.“You’re overthinking it,” he said without looking up. “Markets fluctuate and partners hesitate. That’s business.”“No,” I snapped. “That's a pattern.”He finally lifted his gaze, irritation flickering. “You’ve been under stress.”There it was. The word they used wh

Chapter 65Ella POVI noticed it in pieces, not all at once and that was the unsettling part.It wasn’t a single moment I could point to and say, this is where something shifted. It was fragments, stray seconds that didn’t align the way they should have. Rohan’s tone when he responded to certain things. The timing of his questions. The way his attention sharpened when it should have softened.At first, I told myself I was imagining it. I had been riding an emotional high for days. Power does that and victory does that too. It heightens everything until even shadows start to feel intentional. After what I had done to Amanda and Luciano, after reclaiming a sense of control I had been denied for years, it made sense that my nerves were still buzzing.Still, I paid attention. That morning, we sat across from each other in the private breakfast room overlooking the inner courtyard. Light filtered through the tall glass panels, catching on the polished surface of the table. Rohan read throu

Chapter 67Ella POVI noticed the change because my body betrayed me before my mind did.This was always how it happened. I would find my emotion slipping through the cracks of reason, warmth registering in places logic never reached. I caught it in the smallest reactions: the way my shoulders loosened when I heard Rohan’s footsteps down the hall, the subtle lift in my chest when his voice carried my name, calm and unhurried, as if time itself slowed for me.He had become consistent and I was falling for it. His technique was not performative or overwhelming. It was just there, the right amount of sweetness.I told myself that was normal. We were married, after all. A husband showing care wasn’t a grand revelation. It was his obligation and courtesy at most. Something written into the structure of things. But obligation didn’t make my pulse jump. Courtesy didn’t make me linger in doorways longer than necessary. This was becoming something else.It was the small gestures that unsettled

Chapter 69Ella POVThe image of him holding me in his arms kept replaying in my mind, relentless and vivid, as though it had been etched into my memory to punish me for the emotional tremor it had caused. I could still feel the warmth of his coat across my shoulders, the solid reassurance of his arms around me, and the quiet strength that radiated from him without a word being spoken. The public humiliation I had endured seconds before seemed almost irrelevant now compared to the emotional avalanche that had followed, the way my body had betrayed my intentions, responding to the gentleness I thought I had long ago outlawed for myself.I had been taught that vulnerability was a weakness, a liability to be eliminated with careful, calculated measures. Yet here I was, feeling exposed in a different way—safe, almost indulgently protected—and it unsettled me far more than fear ever had. My mind refused to let me dwell solely on the embarrassment Amanda had orchestrated; it kept circling