All Chapters of Bound by his Curse: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Chapter Twenty-Two: The Line Between UsNathaniel Crowe’s POVI pushed the door open and walked in with a towel low around my waist and another resting against the back of my neck. My hair was still damp, a few drops of water trailing down my skin as I moved further inside.I didn’t notice her at first. Not until a soft clatter which made me looked up. She stood still by the mirror. The comb had slipped from her hand and hit the floor between us. For a second, neither of us moved then she shifted.“I’ll get it,” she said quickly.I got there first. I bent slightly, picking it up before she could reach it. When I straightened, she was already turning away but not fast enough.Her face, red. Not from anger, not from frustration. From something else. My gaze lingered for a second then I handed her the comb.“You dropped it.”“I noticed,” she muttered, taking it carefully, avoiding my hand like it would burn her.That almost made me smile. Almost.“You’re staring,” she added, still not l

Chapter Twenty-Four: Don’t Stare Too LongIris Moore’s POVFor the first time in days, I slept peacefully. Not the kind where I kept waking up every few hours, heart racing for no reason. No nightmares, no voices, just soft and deep sleep.So quiet that I didn’t want to open my eyes but something pulled me out of it.A low and steady sound.I blinked slowly, my vision adjusting to the soft light spilling into the room and then I saw him.Nathaniel was standing there right in front of the dressing mirror with his bare back was to me. The first thing I noticed was how still he looked.The second, how unfair it was.Broad shoulders. Defined lines. The kind of build that didn’t look forced, just… there. Like strength came naturally to him. His dark hair fell slightly over his forehead as he ran a comb through it, slow and unbothered.I should have looked away but I didn’t.My eyes traced down without permission over the curve of his shoulders, the dip of his spine, the faint movement of

Chapter Twenty-Six: Don't You DareNathaniel Crowe’s POVShe didn’t move for a while after we entered. She just stood there, looking and taking everything in like she wasn’t sure where to start.Her gaze moved slowly from the wide desk… to the floor-to-ceiling shelves… to the glass walls that framed the entire city below.“This is your office?” she finally said in disbelief.I leaned slightly against the edge of my desk. “You expected something smaller?”She ignored that, walking further in.“It’s… big.”Well the term big was an understatement. I watched her move toward the window. She was careful at first then slower. Her steps hesitated the closer she got.Now that was interesting.She stopped just a few feet away from the glass, her body going still as she looked down, way down.Her shoulders stiffened.“Okay,” she muttered. “That’s way too high.”I crossed my arms, watching her. “And you’re just noticing?”She shot me a look over her shoulder. “People don’t usually live in the sky

Chapter Twenty-Eight: My Darling Husband Nathaniel Crowe’s POV “He’s here." she said certain. Her fingers were gripping my shirt like she didn’t trust her own balance. I could feel the slight tremor in them, even though she was trying to stay composed. “The man from that night,” she added, quieter now. “He followed me.” My steady hand covered hers where it held onto me. “Don’t look,” I said. I lifted my gaze slowly, scanning the hallway ahead. People were moving and having normal conversations. Staff, assistants. No hesitation, no tension, no one and nothing was out of place. I shifted slightly, turning just enough to widen my view but there was still nothing. No one was watching, no one looking at her the way she described. He was gone. My jaw tightened slightly. He was careful and that made him dangerous. “Where?” I asked. She leaned closer without thinking, her voice dropping to almost nothing. “There,” she said, her fingers tightening again. “He was right there.” I

Chapter Thirty: You're a Prevert! Iris Moore’s POV The bathroom mirror was fogging up again. I wiped a small part of it with my palm, staring at my reflection. For a second, I didn’t even recognise myself. “Get a grip, Iris,” I muttered. The whole day had been a lot. The man, the office, the dinner, that conversation and Aria. I exhaled slowly, pushing the thoughts away. “Not now.” I reached for my towel, wrapping it around myself before stepping out into the room. My hair was still damp, water trailing lightly down my neck. I barely took two steps when I noticed him, Nathaniel standing by the bed with my phone in his hand. My brows pulled together instantly. “And what do you think you are doing?” He didn’t look guilty. Of course he didn’t. He was Nathaniel Crowe after all. His gaze flicked briefly to me, then back to the phone screen like whatever was on it was far more interesting. “It was ringing,” he said calmly. “And that means you pick it up?” I shot back, walking