All Chapters of Bound by paper : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

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Greatest Mornings

CHAPTER NINETY-ONE: Jade’S POV I woke up to the feeling of the world being exactly where it was supposed to be. The room was bathed in a soft, muted gold as the morning sun filtered through the heavy drapes of the master suite. More than the light, I felt the heat. Killian’s arm was a heavy, possessive weight across my waist, pinning me flush against his chest. His breath was steady and warm against the back of my neck, and the scent of him, sandalwood, clean skin, and expensive sheets was the only thing I wanted to breathe in for the rest of my life. I tried to shift, my muscles humming with a dull, satisfied ache from the night on the yacht, but the moment I moved, his grip tightened. He pulled me back closer, his face burying in the crook of my neck. "Don't," he muttered, his voice thick and gravelly with sleep. "Stay right here." "Killian," I giggled, reaching back to pat his hand, though I didn't actually try to pry his fingers loose. "I have a big day. I have to be a

Unpaid Assistant

CHAPTER NINETY-TWO: Jade’s POVThe Seaport air was sharp and salt-crusted as Killian’s SUV pulled up to the curb. I looked up at the warehouse, my heart doing a little flutter of nervous excitement. Yesterday, it was a dream discussed over wine. Today, with the sun glinting off the industrial windows, it was the birthplace of my empire."It’s impressive, Jade," Killian murmured, stepping out of the car and standing close enough that his shoulder brushed mine. He didn't just look at the building; he surveyed it like a general inspecting a new fortress. "The structural integrity looks solid, and the perimeter is manageable for a full security detail. I'll have my team install the biometric scanners by the end of the week.""I was thinking more about the aesthetic and the natural light for the studios, but sure, security is good too," I said, a playful edge to my voice as I led him toward the heavy steel doors.The interior was still a vast, echoing shell of white walls and black beams.

Height Fraction

CHAPTER NINETY-THREE: Jade’S POVThe afternoon sun had shifted, casting long, dramatic shadows across the polished concrete of my new lobby. The air in the warehouse was cooler now, but the atmosphere at our lone oak table was anything but.Killian’s promise to "be quiet" had lasted exactly eleven minutes.Since then, the meeting had devolved into a high-stakes banter match between the two cousins. It was like watching a tennis match played with legal jargon and childhood insults."I'm telling you, Killian, the clause is standard for a reason," Caleb said, rubbing his temples as he looked at a line of text Killian had circled for the third time. "You don't need to put a 'loyalty' rider in a standard employment contract for a graphic designer.""I don't believe in 'standard,'" Killian countered, leaning back and tapping a rhythmic beat against the wood. "I believe in insurance. If they’re handling Jade’s intellectual property, I want their professional souls bound to this building.""

Montclair Crown

CHAPTER NINETY-FOUR: Jade’s POVKillian didn't just walk me to the car; he made a spectacle of it.True to his word, he refused to let me put those "torture devices" back on. He scooped me up into his arms right there in the middle of the warehouse, my bare feet dangling as he carried me through the heavy steel doors. I tried to protest, telling him I could walk to the SUV in my socks, but he just tightened his grip, his eyes dark and unyielding."You aren't putting those on again today, Jade," he murmured against my hair, his voice like velvet over steel. "And you aren't touching this concrete with your bare skin. Just stay still."By the time we pulled into the driveway of the estate, I was leaning against him, feeling that soft, post-work haze. I expected the usual evening routine—the warmth of home, the smell of dinner, and a quiet night.Aurelia met us at the door like a whirlwind of silk and laughter. "Mummy! Daddy! You're back!" She threw herself at our legs, and for a moment,

Fear

CHAPTER NINETY-FIVE: Killian’s POVThe blue light from the trio of monitors in my home office washed over me, cold and clinical. On the screens, the faces of my board members in London and Singapore were moving, their mouths forming words about acquisition costs and logistical hurdles.I was nodding in the right places. I was saying "acceptable" and "proceed" at the precise intervals required to keep the machine running. To them, I was the Lion, composed, lethal, and entirely in control.In reality, I was drowning.I couldn't feel the room. I couldn't feel the weight of the mahogany desk beneath my palms. All I could feel was the phantom sensation of Jade’s back as she walked away from me on those stairs. The space between us in that moment felt wider than the Atlantic, and the distance was physically painful.I can’t do this with you right now.The words looped in my mind, a glitch in my programming. She was angry. Worse, she was pulling away. My mother had walked into this house an

Care

CHAPTER NINETY-SIX: Jade’S POV I lay in the dark, the only sound in the room being the soft, rhythmic hum of the central air and the frantic, quiet thrumming of my own heart. I was facing away from the door, curled on my side into a tight ball, staring at the blurred shadows of the balcony curtains dancing in the moonlight. I wasn't asleep. I was too hyper-aware of the space behind me, the vast, empty half of the bed to even close my eyes. Every nerve ending felt raw, stretched thin by the tension that had followed us home like a ghost. When the door finally opened, I didn't move a muscle. I didn't have to look to know it was him. I could feel the very air in the room shift, growing heavy and charged with that familiar, tracking heat that always seemed to find me no matter how large the room was. He stood there for an eternity, a dark silhouette against the hallway light, just watching the line of my shoulders under the duvet. I kept my breathing steady, forcing a slow rise and f

Growth

CHAPTER NINETY-SEVEN: Jade’S POVThere is a specific kind of silence that exists in a house as large as the Montclair estate at five in the morning. It isn't empty; it’s expectant. For years, I woke up in a silence that felt like a void—a reminder that in the Moretti household, I was a ghost waiting for a haunting. But now, as the soft, blue light of dawn filtered through the heavy velvet drapes of the master suite, the silence felt like a canvas.I slipped out of the silk sheets, careful not to wake the man beside me. Killian slept with a desperate kind of stillness, his arm still thrown over the space where I had been lying, his fingers curled as if even in sleep, he was trying to hold onto the memory of my warmth. I stood there for a moment, just watching him. This was the man who had torn down worlds for me. To the world, he was the Lion, but to me, he was just... mine. And God, was he mine. Every inch of him.I dressed with a deliberate, slow precision. A structured cream blazer

Illusion

CHAPTER NINETY-EIGHT: Jade’S POVMonday morning arrived with a sharpened edge, cutting through the lingering haze of the weekend. The past forty-eight hours had been a fever dream of soft linens, the heavy scent of Killian’s skin, and a deliberate, delicious kind of distraction. Camille had taken Aurelia for one more night, promising to bring her home Monday evening, which meant the house was unnervingly quiet, a silence that only amplified the static of my nerves.I was pacing the length of the walk-in closet, my mind a frantic Rolodex of slides, data points, and counter-arguments. My heart was already performing a frantic, uneven staccato against my ribs, a reminder that no matter how much I grew, the ghost of the "Moretti failure" still lived in the hollows of my chest."Jade," Killian’s voice drifted from the bedroom, low, gravelly with sleep, and utterly composed. "Stop pacing. You’re going to wear a path in the marble."I stepped out, my hair still in a silk wrap, clutching a h

Shackled

CHAPTER NINETY-NINE: Jade’S POVBy the time the clock struck one, the air in my office felt like pure oxygen. I was intoxicated. Every time my eyes flicked to the Logan contract resting on the slate surface of my desk, a fresh wave of heat bloomed in my chest. For the first time in my life, I didn't feel like a Moretti failure, and I didn't feel like a Montclair accessory. I felt like me.The heavy glass doors pushed open, and Killian strolled in. He didn't knock, he never did but for once, I didn't mind the intrusion. He was carrying a bag that smelled of spicy basil and peanut satay, a small, triumphant smirk playing on his lips."Thai?" I asked, leaning back in my chair and let out a breathless laugh. "You remembered.""I remember everything, Jade," he said, his voice dropping into that low, resonant register that always made my pulse skip. He began unpacking the food on the lounge table with practiced, elegant ease. "And a win of this magnitude requires a proper celebration."We

The Price

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED: Jade’S POVThe silence in my office was no longer the peaceful, creative vacuum I had spent months trying to build. It was heavy. It was suffocating, thick with the phantom scent of expensive cologne and the crushing weight of a revelation that had just hollowed out my chest. I sat frozen in my executive chair, my fingers digging so hard into the fabric of the armrests that my knuckles turned a stark, bloodless white.On the slate surface of my desk lay the Logan contract. Ten minutes ago, it was the crown jewel of my career. Now, it looked like a gilded cage, signed with my own hand.The heavy glass doors pushed open with a quiet, smooth whoosh."I managed to cut the London briefing short," Killian’s voice preceded him, low, confident, and entirely untroubled by the storm brewing in my chest. He stepped into the room carrying a sleek, insulated bag from one of the exclusive bistros downtown. "I missed you, Jade. Three hours in a room full of data analysts is ent

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