All Chapters of Bound By The Living Yama : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The car glided toward a towering structure of glass and chrome that seemed to pierce the very clouds. Sky Mall.It wasn't an ordinary shopping center; it was a shopping mall where the rich shopped, a place where the air itself smelled of expensive perfume and old money. Ethan stared out the window, his chest tightening."We’re shopping here?" Ethan asked, his voice sounding smaller than he intended.Elijah didn't even look over as he navigated the car into a private VIP parking bay. "Oh, no. We’re just here to get burgers. You want some?"Ethan turned and glared at him. Elijah’s face was a mask of perfect, sarcastic innocence."Very funny," Ethan muttered, stepping out of the car.As they entered the lobby, the atmosphere shifted. The mall was a masterpiece of minimalist design with white marble floors that shone like mirrors, indoor waterfalls that hummed a soothing melody, and lighting that made everyone look like a movie star. It was a two-story sanctuary of luxury.Ethan’s footst

Ethan pushed the heavy thoughts of the Vales aside and focused on the reflection in the mirror. Julio’s masterpiece was a black satin suit, but it wasn't just plain fabric; a delicate silver flower design wound across the shoulders and chest, glittering under the studio lights like stardust. Ethan ran his fingers over the embroidery, stunned. He finally understood why Julio was the most sought-after designer in the country he had turned a traditional black silhouette into something ethereal. When Ethan stepped back out into the main room, the bickering between Elijah and Julio died instantly. Julio let out a loud "Wow!" and started clapping, his eyes bright with professional pride. He circled Ethan, whistling low. "You’re going to turn heads tonight, lad. Absolute perfection!" Ethan felt a flush of heat creep up his neck, offering a shy smile. "Thanks." Elijah, who had been leaning against a display case, just snorted and looked away. "Oh, please. He just looks a bit better th

Nathan stood at the foot of the marble staircase, his silhouette framed by the glittering chandeliers of the Sharry Hotel. He was smiling widely at Ethan a smile that used to mean safety and brotherhood, but now felt like the baring of a predator's teeth. Ethan stared at him, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs. He barely recognized the man standing before him. His mentor, his protector... his brother had vanished, replaced by this stranger. And the hair, Nathan had dyed his hair a bright, artificial gold. It was a calculated move, a physical theft of Ethan’s identity as the "Golden Son" of the Vale family. Nathan noticed Ethan’s lingering gaze. Misinterpreting the shock for admiration, his chest puffed out with an instant, ugly pride. He tilted his head, the light catching his new hair. "It looks like you've missed me, brother," Nathan said, his voice smooth as silk and twice as dangerous. He began to move toward Ethan, the rhythmic click-click-click of his designer shoes e

Everyone was in awe, staring at Damien as he spoke. The guests were all curious to know what show Damien was talking about.Nathan's hand curled into a fist. He muttered quietly, "Why is this man here? He's going to ruin everything."Stanley, who stood beside him, heard everything. He placed his hand in front of Nathan, stopping him. Nathan looked at him, and Stanley whispered, "Let me handle this”.After speaking with Nathan, Stanley turned to face Damien. A flattering smile stretched across his lips as he stepped forward. "Mr. Blackwood," Stanley began, his tone dripping with a fake, oily warmth. "Welcome to the Vale gala. We didn't expect such an esteemed guest. Tell me... what 'show' is it that you’re referring to?”.Damien did not so much as glance in his direction. His eyes remained fixed on Nathan, cold and unwavering, as though Stanley were nothing more than furniture in the room. When he finally spoke, his voice was low, deliberate, each word landing like a blade. "Mr. Nathan.

As the officers closed in, Nathan’s mask of aristocratic calm shattered. "Are you out of your minds?" he shrieked, his voice cracking. "Do you have any idea who we are? Don’t you dare bring those cuffs near me!"The guests stood frozen, their champagne glasses forgotten as they watched the Vale dynasty crumble in real-time. In the center of the chaos, Damien sat perched on a velvet chair like a king watching a play. He looked entirely unsurprised, his dark eyes tracking the officers as if he had written their stage directions himself.Stanley placed a trembling hand on Nathan’s shoulder, trying to project a power he no longer possessed. "Be calm, Nathan," he sneered, glaring at the police. "Don't let these riff-raff bother you. They’ve clearly received the wrong orders."Reassured by his uncle’s arrogance, Nathan’s panic turned back into a smug smile. He straightened his tuxedo, confident that the Vales were still untouchable.Stanley pulled out his phone, his thumb hovering over the