All Chapters of Bound to My Sister's Billionaire Crush: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

185 Chapters

Chapter 151: Ground Rules

- SIERRAThe hospital wheelchair had one squeaky front wheel that sounded like a dying bird, and the orderly pushing me was taking the corners way too fast for someone with a magnesium hangover.Desmond was walking right beside us, holding a plastic bag full of my dirty clothes and three half-empty bottles of generic ginger ale. He’d changed into a fresh black t-shirt, but he still looked like he’d been run over by a semi-truck.Watching Desmond walk beside me through the final months of my pregnancy, no one would have guessed he was a billionaire. In that moment, he looked like nothing more than a devoted husband. His small act of kindness touched me more than he knew. The gesture brought an unexpected warmth to my chest."I can walk from here," I said the second we hit the sliding glass doors of the lobby. The Boston air was freezing, cutting through my thin sweatpants instantly."The nurse said you don't walk until we hit the curb, Sierra," Desmond muttered, his hand instantly comi

Chapter 152: The Agency's Big Pitch

- SIERRAThe diner down the street from my apartment was filled with the smell of burnt onions and stale dishwater, which normally would’ve turned my stomach into a pretzel, but tonight I was too exhausted to care. I was staring down a plate of crinkle-cut fries, trying to ignore the fact that the guy sitting across from me was currently tracking my every blink.Desmond hadn't touched his burger. He’d just been leaning his elbows on the sticky faux-marble tabletop, his knuckles practically gray from the draft coming off the front door."You're not eating the fries," he said, nodding toward the plate."I'm sizing them up first," I muttered, poking one with a cheap plastic fork. "It’s a process.""Sierra, you've been staring at the same potato for five minutes." He reached across the small gap between us, his fingers stopping right before they touched my wrist, remembering the ground rules. "If you're still nauseous, we can go back to the house. I can get that ginger stuff from the mark

Chapter 153: The Pitch Day

- SIERRAThe clock on the corner of my laptop screen read 3:14 a.m., and the white glare was starting to make my retinas burn. My lower back was screaming in protest at this point. I reached for my mug, but my fingers just hit cold, dead air as I’d polished off the last drop of that terrible decaf an hour ago.I leaned back just enough for the chair's metal frame to creak loudly, which sounded way too intense in the middle of the night. On the screen, slide forty-two of the Aurora Cosmetics pitch deck was finally looking back at me. It was just raw, sharp data wrapped in a layout that looked like a million bucks.My neck cracked as I tilted my head toward the window.Across the dark, narrow street, the balcony of that peeling two-story house was lit up by a single, yellow bulb. Desmond might be sitting out there in a folding plastic chair that looked entirely too small for him. He had his heavy black laptop balanced on his thighs, his broad frame hunched forward as his fingers tappe

Chapter 154: Pop the Cork

- SIERRAThe scream that came out of Maya’s mouth when the confirmation email hit her inbox was loud enough to crack the glass on our front door. She bounced out of her chair, sending a pile of manila folders flying across the floor."We got it! Oh my God, Sierra, we actually got it!" she shrieked, grabbing Toby by his flannel shirt and shaking him back and forth.Toby just stared at his screen, his mouth wide open, looking like he’d just seen a ghost drop out of the ceiling. "Holy shit. Four million. That’s... that’s a lot of zero-turn rendering suites.""Forget the rendering, we’re paying off the lease!" I laughed, leaning my hips back against the heavy wooden work table because my legs were suddenly shaking from pure relief. The knot that had been sitting in my stomach since morning finally dissolved, leaving me feeling lighter than I had in months.We spent the next two hours running around the office like idiots, ordering three giant pizzas we definitely couldn't finish and blast

Chapter 155: Sweet Deals

- SIERRAThe Aurora Cosmetics contract was thick enough to use as a doorstop, and my kitchen table was currently buried under three different copies of it. It was barely seven in the morning. The sun hadn't even finished cutting through the gray Somerville fog yet, but my phone was already vibrating itself to pieces next to a half-eaten bowl of cold oatmeal."If that’s Toby asking about the font tracking again, I’m going to throw this thing into the alley," I muttered to the empty room.I picked it up. It wasn't Toby.Porch, the text from Desmond read. Sent two minutes ago.I let out a slow breath, my thumb hovering over the screen. I didn't type anything back. Instead, I stood up, my lower back giving that familiar, thirty-two-week protest as I shifted my weight away from the table. I waddled over to the front door, unlocked the heavy deadbolt, and pulled it open.The cold morning air hit my face instantly, smelling like wet asphalt and salt from the harbor. Right there on the top s

Chapter 156: Uninvited Guests

-SIERRAThe morning coffee rush at Broadway Daily was usually perfect enough to drown out my own thoughts, which was exactly why I liked it. The place smelled like burnt espresso beans and those cinnamon rolls that taste mostly like icing. I was tucked into a corner booth, shoving my laptop between a half-empty mug of herbal tea and a stack of color proofs for the Aurora account, just trying to fix a text wrap before my brain melted.Then the air in the shop suddenly shifted. The smell of luxury perfume spread through the shop, drowning out everything else. It felt absurdly out of place in a modest South Boston diner.A shadow fell over my screen."You look wonderful," a voice purred.I didn't even have to look up. That sharp, nasal Manhattan drawl could only belong to one person. Vivian Wellington.Stunned, I slowly closed my laptop halfway, just enough to see Vivian standing at the edge of my table. She looked ridiculous. She was wearing a cream-colored trench coat, pristine white

Chapter 157: The Boundary Lines

- SIERRA"She did what?" Desmond’s voice didn't just rattle the coffee mugs on my counter; it practically vibrated the plumbing behind the sink.He was pacing a three-foot line across my kitchen linoleum, stomping his boots in a sharp, angry snap sound against the floor. His jacket was unzipped, his hair was a wild, uncombed mess, and his face was the exact color of a brick that had been sitting in a furnace."She just had a bad day at the dry cleaners, Desmond. Drop it," I sighed, leaning my weight against the refrigerator because my lower back was throbbing again. "I handled it.""You handled it? Sierra, she cornered you in a public space! She’s unhinged. The whole damn family is circling the drain and you're sitting in a diner like a target." He stopped dead, pointing a thick finger toward the window. "I’m calling my men. We’re putting two guys on the front porch and three at the agency entrance by midnight. Nobody clears the curb without an ID check.""Like hell you are," I snappe

Chapter 158: Bad Mail and Big Players

- SIERRA"You’ve got mail, and before you ask, no, it’s not another box of overpriced pastries from your boyfriend across the street," Maya said, tossing a thick, heavy manila envelope onto my desk. It landed with a dull thud right on top of my Aurora Cosmetics color proofs.I didn't look up from my screen, my fingers still tapping out a font spacing adjustment. "He’s not my boyfriend, Maya. We're still legally married and we’ve been over this. What is it? If it’s another compliance waiver from the landlord, tell him the back gate is fixed.""It’s registered mail, Sierra. From a firm in Manhattan. And it has that shiny silver notary tape on the back that usually means someone’s about to get their assets frozen."My fingers froze on the keyboard. I slowly reached out and picked up the packet. The return address didn't say Wellington Group. It didn't say Zimmerman Shipping, either. It was from a place called Apex Corporate Registry, with a post office box in Albany, New York."What the

Chapter 159: Mid-Term Squeezes

- SIERRA"You're not bringing the giant in the leather jacket inside, Desmond. I mean it. He stays in the lobby or he can wait in the parking garage with the engine running."I didn't even turn around from the bathroom mirror as I muttered it, trying hard to put on eyeliner while my thirty-four-week stomach actively prevented me from leaning over the sink. Desmond was leaning against the doorframe of my tiny bathroom, looking entirely too big for the space. He had a black coffee in one hand and my medical folder in the other. He’d shaved, but he still had those dark, bruised-looking circles under his eyes from pulling double duty between his shipping registries and sleeping on my living room rug."Leon is not a giant, Sierra. He's an executive coordinator," Desmond said emotionlessly between his gritted teeth, which usually meant he was about to argue. "And he's just checking the hallway layout. The clinic has three different public access points from the street.""I don't care even

Chapter 160: The Shadow in the Lobby

- SIERRA"If that dark blue sedan sits by the fire hydrant for one more hour, I’m dropping a bucket of old rendering ink right off the fire escape," Toby said, slamming his coffee mug down onto the layout table.He was squinting through the dust-covered blinds of the loft window, clutching the plastic slats tightly. His beanie was pushed so far back on his head that it was practically hanging off his ears.I didn't look up from the tablet where I was adjusting the color balance on the new Aurora billboards. "Toby, it’s downtown Boston. People park their cars like idiots all the time. He’s probably just waiting for his girlfriend or trying to steal our Wi-Fi.""For three days, Sierra? Clean across the morning shift to five o'clock?" Maya walked out from the back closet, having a stack of freshly printed brand guidelines tucked under her arm. She stopped right next to Toby, her eyebrows pulling together as she looked down at the street. "He hasn't even rolled the window down. And he’s g

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