Alle Kapitel von Bound by the Billionaire's Blood Debt: Kapitel 1 – Kapitel 6

The air in the waiting room was so cold it felt like it was trying to freeze my blood. I sat on the edge of a plastic chair that hummed with the building’s ventilation, clutching my purse to my lap. I had checked my bank balance six times on the subway ride over.Four dollars and twelve cents.That was all I had left to my name.“Isabella Santoro?”A nurse in pale blue scrubs stood in the doorway with a clipboard. She didn’t look cruel. She looked distracted, like she was thinking about lunch. To her, this was just Tuesday. To me, it was the day I stopped belonging to myself.I stood, knees weak. “That’s me.”“Follow me, dear. We need to review the final consent forms before Dr. Thorne comes in.”I followed her down a hallway washed in white and light grey. She led me into a small office and gestured to a chair.“The Genesis Project is very strict about legalities,” she said, handing me a thick stack of papers. “You’ve passed all screenings. This is just final sign-off. You understand

The ride was silent and suffocating. I sat in the back of the SUV, flanked by two men who looked like they hadn’t blinked in a decade. Outside the tinted windows, Manhattan blurred into streaks of white and yellow. I kept my hand pressed to my stomach, feeling the tiny life inside me pulse, wondering if the baby could feel my heart hammering against my ribs.We pulled into a private underground garage and I was ushered into a glass elevator that shot upward so fast my ears popped. When the doors opened, I stepped into a space that didn’t feel like a home. It felt like a fortress marble, glass, steel.Lorenzo was already there, standing by a window overlooking the city. He’d removed his suit jacket, sleeves rolled up to reveal muscular forearms and a watch that probably cost more than my father’s legal fees.“Sit,” he said, not turning around.“I’d rather stand,” I replied, my voice steadier than I felt. “And I’d rather be in my own bed. You can’t just kidnap people because you have a

The De Luca estate did not welcome me. It absorbed me.The iron gates slid shut behind the car with a slow, deliberate sound that echoed far too loudly in my chest. I twisted slightly in my seat, watching the metal bars lock into place, sealing off the road, the city, and the fragile version of my life I had been clinging to. The estate stretched ahead like a private world untouched by time, with endless lawns trimmed into perfect obedience and stone paths that curved toward destinations I had not chosen.I rested one hand over my stomach, fingers curling instinctively. The movement was small, but it grounded me. Whatever this place was meant to do to me, I was not alone inside my own body.The car stopped in front of the main entrance. Lorenzo stepped out first, already composed, already distant, his expression as controlled as the estate itself. He didn’t offer a hand. He never did. I followed him out, my shoes sinking slightly into the gravel that probably cost more than my rent us