Lahat ng Kabanata ng BOUND BY SECRET, BAILED BY LOVE: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Chapter 1The coffee machine in the break room sputtered its last drops into a chipped ceramic mug. Arielle Laurent wrapped her fingers around the warmth and took a sip. Six forty-five in the morning. The eighteenth floor was still empty.Exactly how she preferred it.She carried her coffee back to her cubicle, heels clicking softly against polished marble. Her workspace sat in the corner. Deliberately chosen. Far from the main corridor. Far from questions.A small potted succulent. A stack of press releases. Nothing personal.Her computer screen flickered to life. The Moreau Holdings logo appeared. Sleek silver letters that probably cost more than her monthly rent.She opened her email and started sorting through morning briefings. Financial reports. Partnership announcements. The usual corporate language that said everything and nothing.Then she saw it.Subject: URGENT: Crisis Management Protocol ActivatedHer hand froze on the mouse. In three years at Moreau Holdings, urgent meeti

Chapter 3Arielle stared at her phone until the screen went dark.I know who you are.She hadn’t been Arielle Laurent when her father was alive. She’d been Arielle Beaumont. Her father’s daughter. The girl who’d lived in a house with a backyard and a tree swing and parents who smiled at each other over morning coffee.That was before.Before the scandal. Before the accusations. Before her father’s name became synonymous with fraud and betrayal. Before he died in a car accident that the police ruled accidental but her mother never believed was anything but murder.After that, her mother had gone back to using her maiden name. Laurent. And Arielle had followed. A clean break. A fresh start. A way to survive.For three years, no one at Moreau Holdings had connected her to the man whose name had been scrubbed from every company record. The man who’d supposedly embezzled millions before disappearing into disgrace.The man who’d actually been innocent.And now someone knows.Arielle’s hands

The cameras didn’t stop.Even after Lucien finished his prepared statement. Even after they walked off the makeshift stage. Flashes kept going off like lightning and voices shouting questions that blurred together into noise.Arielle’s cheeks ached from holding the smile. Her hand was still locked in Lucien’s. His grip was firm. Almost protective. She wanted to pull away but her inner voice echoed in her head. Never break contact. You’re in love. Remember that.The elevator doors finally closed. The sudden silence made her ears ring.Lucien dropped her hand like it burned him.“You did well.” He said as he scrolled through his phone.Arielle flexed her fingers. They were stiff from being held so long. “Thanks.” She managed to say.“The car’s waiting downstairs. We need to get you moved into the house today.”Her stomach lurched. “Today? I haven’t even packed.”“I’ll have movers handle it.” He glanced up. His expression was unreadable. “You just need to grab essentials. Anything you ca

Arielle woke up to sunlight streaming through the massive windows.For a moment, she forgot where she was. Then it all came rushing back. The dinner. Mary’s words. Henry’s pleasant smile that made her skin crawl.Take care of my son. He needs someone who isn’t afraid to challenge him.She sat up. Looked around the room that still didn’t feel like hers. Probably never would.Her phone showed 8:15 AM. No messages. No mysterious texts. Just silence.She showered, got dressed in a jean and a simple sweater. Downstairs, the house was quiet. Too quiet. She followed the smell of coffee to the kitchen.Lucien sat at the island. Suit pants and a white shirt. No jacket. Reading something on his tablet. A half-eaten piece of toast sat beside him.He looked up when she entered. “Morning.”“Morning.”“Coffee’s fresh. Mugs are in the cabinet above the machine.”“Thanks.”She poured herself a cup. The silence stretched. Uncomfortable. She should say something. But what did you say to your fake fianc

The planner arrived at noon.Arielle knew because she heard Lucien’s voice in the hallway, calm, polite and detached.The same voice he used at breakfast.She adjusted her blouse in the mirror before stepping out of her room. Soft cream today. Subtle. Elegant. Nothing that looked like effort.If they were going to discuss engagement events, she would look like a woman who belonged in them.When she entered the sitting room, Lucien was standing near the window with the planner, a woman in her late thirties, stylish and energetic.“There she is,” the planner beamed. “Finally, I get to see the bride-to-be.”Arielle smiled politely. “Fiancée,” she corrected gently.Lucien’s gaze flickered toward her at that.Small. Notable.“Yes, of course,” the planner laughed. “Now, Mr. Moreau mentioned he prefers something intimate but high profile. Which is a very delicate balance.”Arielle walked to stand beside Lucien.Not too close.Just enough.“We don’t want spectacle,” she said calmly. “We want