Todos os capítulos de Bound by a billion hearts: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

The door clicked shut behind him.And the silence that followed felt heavier than before.Isabella sat still on the bed, staring at the door long after Alexander had left.Her heart hadn’t settled.Not completely.The nightmare was gone.But the feeling it left behind?Still there.Lingering.She exhaled slowly and ran a hand through her hair.“…Get a grip.”It was just a dream.And this... this was real life.She swung her legs off the bed and stood.The room felt normal again.Too normal.Like nothing had happened.Like nothing had changed.But something had.She could feel it.Subtle.Quiet.But real.She walked toward the wardrobe, pulling out something simple to wear.Nothing too revealing.She hesitated.Then sighed.“…Why am I even thinking like that?”Because of him.Because of the way he looked at her.Like everything she did, every move, every detail was his to notice.To control.She shook it off and got dressed anyway.By the time she stepped out of the room—The mansion w

The mansion felt different now.Not because anything had changed but because Isabella had.Every hallway.Every door.Every quiet movement of staffShe noticed it all now.The patterns.The control.The invisible walls.She wasn’t guessing anymore.She understood the game.And more importantly, she understood him.By afternoon, she decided to test something else.Not the doors.Not the guards.Him.The dining room was already set again.Lunch prepared.Perfect.Predictable.Isabella sat at the table, calm, composed, almost… obedient.From the outside, she looked like she had accepted everything.But inside she was watching.Waiting.Timing.She picked up her glass slowly.Took a sip.Then set it down deliberately.“I want to go out tonight.”The words were simple.Soft.But intentional.The room stilled.The staff exchanged quick glances.No one responded.Of course they wouldn’t.They weren’t the ones who decided.She leaned back slightly.Unbothered.“I assume someone will inform hi

The silence between them was suffocating.Isabella stood there, the file still clutched in her hands, her chest rising and falling unevenly.Everything felt different now.The room.The man in front of her.Even herself.Because nothing... nothing was what she thought it was anymore.“You planned everything…”Her voice was quieter now.Not shouting.Not breaking.Just… hollow.Alexander didn’t deny it.Didn’t interrupt.Didn’t move.He just stood there, watching her.Always watching.“Yes.”The word fell into the space between them like something final.Irreversible.Isabella let out a soft, disbelieving laugh.A tear slipped down her cheek.“…That’s insane.”A pause.“You’re insane.”StillHe didn’t react.Didn’t defend himself.Because he knew.There was no defense for this.She shook her head slowly, trying to process.Trying to breathe.Trying to think.“I thought…” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly, “…I thought you just showed up at the right time.”A bitter smile touch

The door creaked open.Slow.Deliberate.Isabella didn’t move.Her body remained crouched by the window, the fork still pressed lightly against the frame.For a split second she considered pretending.Acting like nothing was happening.But it was too late.She already knew who it was.She could feel it.That presence.That weight in the air.Alexander.“Don’t stop.”His voice.Low.Calm.Too calm.It slid into the room like something controlled.Something dangerous.Isabella’s fingers tightened slightly around the fork.But she didn’t move.Didn’t turn immediately.Because turning meant acknowledging him.And right now, she needed one more second.One more push.The metal pressed harder into the gap.A faint shift in the frame, almost there“Isabella.”Sharper this time.Not louder.But firmer.A command.Not a request.Her hand stilled.Silence stretched.ThenSlowly she pulled the fork away.Placed it on the floor beside her.And stood up.Turning to face him.He stood at the doorwa

The air shifted.Not subtly.Not quietly.But completely.Isabella stood frozen between them her back to the mansion, her past standing in front of her, and something far more dangerous behind her.Daniel.Alexander.Two different kinds of control.Two different kinds of danger.And both focused on her.Daniel’s smirk returned, slower this time.Measured.Careful.He straightened slightly, adjusting his jacket like this was just another casual meeting.But his eyes locked onto Alexander.Assessing.Calculating.“So,” Daniel said, his voice smooth but edged, “you must be the famous Alexander Blackwood.”Silence.Alexander didn’t respond.Didn’t acknowledge him.Didn’t even blink.He just stood thereStill.Cold.Watching.Like Daniel wasn’t worth the effort of a reply.That aloneShifted the power.Daniel noticed it.Of course he did.His smile tightened just a fraction.But he recovered quickly.“They say you own half the city,” he continued, glancing around casually, “I didn’t expect