All Chapters of Bound to My Sister's Billionaire Crush: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

- SIERRAAs Desmond told me, Nigel drove me to Dr. Jean Albright's office on the Upper East Side. He didn't say a word the whole drive. He just watched the city through the rearview mirror with blank eyes. I stayed pressed against the leather seat, one hand resting over my stomach. It wasn't even a bump yet, but I felt like I was carrying something fragile that could break anytime. As if I could somehow protect the tiny secret growing inside me from the world outside.By the time we pulled up to the curb on the Upper East Side, my nerves were frayed. "I'll be right here, Mrs. Zimmerman," Nigel said, shifting the car into park. He didn't look at me. He never did unless he had to."Thanks, Nigel."When I got to the office, the nurse at the front desk, a woman with perfectly coiffed hair and a practiced smile, looked up from her screen."Mrs. Zimmerman," she said warmly. "Dr. Albright is running a bit behind schedule, but we can get you in for a quick blood draw and a urinalysis if you

- SIERRAI turned to look out the window, watching the city lights blur into streaks of gold and white. I focused on my breathing, on the feeling of the leather beneath me, on anything other than the venom in Vivian's voice.The car turned into a long, winding driveway, flanked by old oak trees. At the end of it sat a sprawling stone house, all dark windows and glowing gardens. Grandma Zimmerman's house."Here we are," Vivian sang, clapping her hands together. "The gauntlet."Desmond pulled the car up to the front door and killed the engine. He didn't move to get out. He just sat there for a moment, the silence in the car stretching and thinning."Remember," he said in a low voice and directed at me, but loud enough for Vivian to hear. "Be polite. Answer her questions. Don't volunteer anything."Vivian looked at me and gave me a little wink. "Don't worry. I'll help you keep your story straight."He got out of the car, not even bothering to open my door.I pushed it open myself in sti

- SIERRAThe woman reached out, her fingers like dry paper as she tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "Because I’m not blind, Sierra," she said, her voice softening just enough to be dangerous. "I’ve watched you these last few years. I saw how you stitched yourself into the gaps of this family, how you looked after Desmond when he didn't deserve it, and how much of yourself you gave up just to keep things running. You’ve been the one doing the work while others just played the part."She pulled away and studied me, that hard look in her eyes proving she knew my side of the story. "I know what you've been through—the quiet sacrifices and the way you’ve swallowed your pride. Vivian might have the history, but you have the heart. And in this house, heart is a lot harder to find."Her gaze sharpened as she saw the shock ripple across my face. "The wedding incident... that was a mess, yes. But it was Vivian’s mess, not yours. I saw how you stood there and took the blame while Des

- SIERRAThe next morning, I woke up to a dull thumping in my head and an even deeper ache in my chest. The memory of Grandma Nancy's words, of Desmond's anger in the car, hung over me like a shroud.This damn morning sickness was killing me.I forced myself out of bed and into the shower, the hot water doing little to wash away the feeling of being trapped.I got dressed in a simple cream pantsuit, my armour for the day. I needed to look like a woman with a purpose. And I had one.Alistair Finch.Before I left my room, I shot a quick text to Nova: "Taking a personal day. Don’t ask." I didn't wait for a reply.I walked out into the living room, and my nostrils caught the scent of coffee and burnt toast in the air.Desmond was standing by the window, looking out at the city, a coffee cup in his hand. He was already dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, a wall of cold, distant professionalism."Where are you going?" he asked, not turning around."Out," I said, my voice flat."Don't you h

- SIERRAWe pulled into the underground VIP garage of the Zimmerman Corp building. He killed the engine, the sudden silence almost deafening.He finally met my eyes, but I couldn’t tell what the hell he was thinking. "You need to stay away from this. From my grandmother, from Alistair Finch, from all of it.""Why?" I demanded, my voice trembling. "So you can keep controlling my life? So you can keep me in the dark? I have a right to know who I am.""You have a right to be safe," he shot back. "And you're not safe when you're poking around in things you don't understand. This isn't just about family secrets. This is about the company. About my entire world.""Don't you dare," I said, my voice dropping to a whisper. "Don't you dare act like you care about me now when you couldn't care less about me yesterday."I pushed the car door open and got out, my legs feeling shaky but my resolve stronger than it had ever been. "You can try to control the boardroom, Desmond. But you can't control