Lahat ng Kabanata ng Marriage For Revenge, Bound by Desire.: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Kaden“Why are you buying some shares of your wife’s ex-husband’s company?” my father asked. I had just gotten to my office when the old man barged in to have a talk.“That’s my business, old man. I don’t have to report to you.”“It’s my business, boy. What exactly are you doing? Are you trying to buy the company back for your wife, huh?”I clenched my fists. My father has this voice he uses when threatening someone, but it does not work on me.“No, Father. This was your company then, not now. Your time has gone. I’m the CEO now.” I stood up and stood before him. “I’ve paid my dues. I’m a married man, just like our tradition says.”“You know, it’s kind of suspicious when the almighty Kaden decides to marry. Maybe I should really look into this marriage of yours.”“You never said all this when you congratulated me, when you clapped your hands when I said ‘I do’. So what’s the problem now?”I cocked my eyebrow at him.“If I find out that this marriage of yours is a sham, you won’t like

Catherine “So that’s what meant by ‘how about me going after Catherine Mitchell instead of Catherine Rosawood?’” Dean’s voice stopped me as I was making my way to the car.I turned to look at him.“That wasn’t a smart move, Catherine. Marrying Kaden Mitchell won’t get you back the company.”I smiled at him.“Thanks for the reminder, but I’m not the one that embarrassed myself in front of him the other day. Are you worried I will take everything back?”“You can’t doyou shit.”“If you say so,” I sang. “If you really say so.”I turned and my guard led me to the car.Getting ready for bed, I spent the night at Elena’s. I didn’t want to deal with Kaden’s bullshit. Two days since that night he dismissed me like nothing, and I’ve been very upset at myself for letting him get to me like that.Guess I needed a reminder that I will be walking out of this marriage in two years’ time.My phone rang. It was Kaden.I reluctantly picked up.“What?”“Where the hell are you?”“It’s none of your busi

Catherine Sleep didn’t come easily that night. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the same thing, Kai sitting at that table, Samantha leaning forward like they shared some secret.I rolled onto my side and checked my phone. 2:13 a.m.I needed to sleep.I was just about to put my phone down when the screen lit up.Unknown number.My stomach tightened as I opened the message.Unknown: still digging, Catherine?The air left my lungs.How the hell—Another message appeared on my screen.Unknown: always watch your back.My fingers hovered over the phone, my heart hammering in my chest.Me: Who are you?My message bounced back. Tears stung my eyes as panic set in.The office was unusually quiet the next morning. Probably because I didn’t get any sleep, or maybe it just felt that way because my brain refused to settle down.I sat at my desk staring at the same document for ten minutes without reading a single word.The anonymous messages.What am I missing here?Kaden is right. I have to th

Catherine The boardroom always smelled faintly of lemon oil and cold coffee.Dean was already there when I walked in, leaning back in his chair like he was waiting for a show to start.“Well,” he said, “look who decided to show up.”I ignored him and took the seat across the table.“You’re still on the board,” he continued casually. “I keep forgetting.”“Whenever you’re done babbling, you can start the meeting.”“Still bitter?”I ignored him.“You know, marrying a billionaire hasn’t made you any nicer.”“And taking over my company hasn’t made you any smarter.”The chairman cleared his throat.“Let’s focus on the agenda.”The meeting started, but my attention drifted in and out. They talked about expansion, restructuring—about decisions that would override my influence on the company.I set the remote down on the table with deliberate care.“Dean,” I said, “you don’t want oversight. You want ownership.”He lifted his brows.“This is not personal.”“It is,” I replied, letting my eyes s

Kaden The dining room at the estate had always felt like a courtroom.Tonight was no different.The long mahogany table stretched nearly the length of the room. My family had requested a dinner for my wife and me.Catherine sat beside me, posture straight, expression calm.Across the table, my father raised his glass slightly.“To family,” he said.The word tasted like a lie.Everyone murmured the same response and took a sip of wine.My uncles exchanged glances.That was the signal.The game had started.Uncle Victor leaned back in his chair first, his smile thin.“So,” he said casually, “how is married life treating you, Kaden?”I didn’t look at him.“Exactly as expected.”“Is that good or bad?” Uncle Martin asked.“We’re doing good. Unless you want it to be bad.” I sipped my wine.Victor chuckled.Catherine’s hand rested lightly beside mine on the table, steady and controlled.They noticed that too.Victor’s eyes moved to her.“And Catherine,” he said smoothly, “how are you adjust