All Chapters of Bound by his Curse: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter Twelve: He's not my boyfriend.Iris Moore’s POVI stood in front of the mirror, tugging lightly at the joggers the maid had brought me the night before. The top she had picked out was simple, soft fabric, but it made me realize how exposed I felt in this place. The sunlight from the window hit my face just right, and for a second, I caught myself thinking about Nathaniel.Shaking my head, I pushed the thought away. Last night had been wild… overwhelming… more than I had expected. But first things first, I needed to see my mother.The soft knock at the door made me jump.“Breakfast, Miss Iris,” the maid said politely. Always there, always waiting. She had the patience of someone who had seen it all and then some.“Thanks,” I said, trying to steady my voice. I smoothed my hair into a messy bun, grabbed my phone from the dresser, and slipped quietly into the hallway.The dining room smelled faintly of freshly brewed coffee and something sweet, and there he was. Nathaniel. Sitting

Chapter Fourteen: Stay, Just for a SecondIris Moore’s POVI couldn’t stop thinking about it.“Inconsistencies.”The word followed me down the hallway like a shadow I couldn’t shake off. It sat heavy in my chest, pressing down in a way that made it hard to breathe properly.I didn’t even realise I had slowed down until, a warm hand touched my shoulder. I stopped.“Iris.”His voice was lower now. I turned slightly, but not fully. “I’m fine.”“No, you’re not.”Oh, he noticed. I let out a small breath, more tired than annoyed. “You don’t know that.”“I do.”Something in his tone made my chest tighten again but not in the same way as before. It was softer this time. I finally turned to face him which was a big mistake.He was way closer than I expected. Close enough that I could see the slight tension in his jaw, the way his sea blue eyes were fixed on me.“You’re thinking too much,” he said.I let out a quiet, almost broken laugh. “My mum’s doctor just told me something is wrong and did

Chapter Sixteen: Moved Closer to him Iris Moore’s POVBy the time the car pulled into the driveway, I was already tired. Not the kind of tired sleep fixes but the kind that sits quietly in your chest and refuses to leave.The door opened, and before I could even reach for the bags, two maids stepped forward.“Miss Moore,” one of them said politely. “We’ll take those.”I hesitated for a second… then handed them over.“Thanks.”They nodded and walked ahead. I followed slowly, my eyes drifting around the house.It felt the same but something was missing. Maybe it was because he wasn’t here or maybe it was just me. We stepped inside, and instead of heading toward the hallway I was used to, they turned in the opposite direction.I frowned slightly.“Wait… that’s not where—”But I followed anyway. We passed through a familiar corridor, took another turn and then they stopped right in front of a door."Your room, ma'am and down the hall is Master Nathaniel's room."Nathaniel?I blinked.“Um

Chapter Eighteen: She Called Me AriaIris Moore’s POVWhen I woke up, I could sense something was wrong. The entire house was just too quiet and it was not the kind where you could still hear footsteps somewhere down the hall or the faint clink of dishes from the kitchen.This was nothing.I pushed myself up slowly, my head slightly heavy. I was still in the living room, on the couch. The TV was off now which made me frown as I didn’t remember turning it off. Was he back?“Nathaniel?” I called out.My voice sounded strange like it didn’t belong to me.No answer.I swung my legs off the couch, my bare feet touching the cold floor.“Nathaniel?” I tried again, louder this time.Still nothing. Now there was a small unease creeping into my chest.“Clara?” I called. “ is anyone here?”But all I could hear was this deafening silence. There was not even an echo.I stood up fully now, my movements slower, more careful. The house didn’t feel like the same house anymore. It looked the same but i

Chapter Twenty: Don't let go Nathaniel Crowe’s POV"Maltida!" I called the witch's name immediately we got into her lair.Seeing Iris almost lifeless body in my arms, she knew what had happened."Lay her down on the stone." She ordered.Even unconscious, Iris couldn’t seem to rest. Her body shifted slightly against the stone, her brows drawn together, her breathing uneven like something was still holding onto her from wherever she had been and it was getting worse.I stood just outside the circle made with some white salt watching and waiting as Maltida kept starting the ritual or whatever she was doing. My patience was already run thin at that point.“How long is this going to take?” I asked, my voice low but sharp enough to cut through the chanting.The witch didn’t stop, didn’t even look at me. The words kept falling from her lips, steady, controlled, as she moved around the circle, sprinkling more white salt carefully along the markings.“I asked you a question.”Still nothing.“