All Chapters of Bound to My Sister's Billionaire Crush: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

- SIERRAThe air was still cold and biting when Aleena pulled her beat-up sedan to the curb outside Zimmerman Tower. I stared at the glass and steel structure, the place where I’d spent the last three years of my life pretending I was part of a world that eventually tried to swallow me whole."You sure about this?" Aleena asked, her hands tight on the steering wheel. "We can just leave. Mail it. Send a carrier pigeon. You don't have to go in there.""I have to," I said, clutching the white envelope in my lap. "If I don't do it now, I'll lose my nerve. And I want to see the look on Jacob’s face when he realizes I’m serious.""I’ll leave the engine running. Ten minutes, or I’m coming in with a baseball bat.""Make it fifteen. The elevators are slow in this early morning."I slipped out of the car, pulling my cap low over my eyes. I didn't want to see any of the regulars. I didn't want to answer questions about why I’d been "out sick" or why I was dressed in an oversized hoodie and leggi

- SIERRAThe days that followed were a strange, quiet sort of limbo. We holed up in Aleena’s apartment, which was quickly being consumed by the mess of my new life. The couch was covered in printouts—failed background checks, dead-end address histories, and old photos of my mother I’d pulled from a forgotten social media account. I was looking for someone who didn't want to be found in a city of millions."The problem is," I said, rubbing my tired eyes, "she was good at hiding. Even back then. Always changing her name, always moving.""Maybe she was running from your dad," Aleena suggested from the floor, where she was making a list of 'Baby Names We Hate.' "Perhaps he was a controlling piece of work. Maybe she just escaped.""Maybe. I don't even know who my dad is. Maybe I'm a bastard," I sighed. I picked up the photo of my mother, a faded picture from when she was barely older than I am now. She was smiling, but her eyes looked like they were already searching for an exit. "Ben said

- DESMONDI didn't wait for the nurse to finish the discharge paperwork. I just grabbed my jacket, ignored the lightheaded spike in my skull, and walked out."Boss, the doctors said another twenty-four hours," Nigel said, trailing me to the car."The doctors get paid to be cautious. I get paid to run a company," I snapped, slamming the door of the SUV. "Take me to the office.""You look like hell.""Drive, Nigel."When I walked into the lobby of Zimmerman Tower, I didn't stop to talk to anyone. I headed straight for the private elevator, my mind already looping on one thing: Sierra. I needed to see her. I needed to see the look on her face when I told her I knew about Vivian’s little chemistry set. But when the elevator doors hissed open on my floor, I stopped dead.The desk right outside my office—the one that had been Sierra's for days—wasn't empty. But she wasn't there. A guy with a bad haircut and a cheap tie was sitting in her chair, typing away as if he belonged there"Who the

- DESMOND"Pull over," I rasped, my throat feeling like I’d swallowed a handful of dry gravel. "Boss, we should keep moving. The press—""I said pull the fuck over, Nigel. Somewhere quiet."He didn't argue a second time. He swerved the car into a darkened alleyway behind a row of closed-up warehouses, the tires crunching over broken glass and grit. The engine hummed for a second before he killed the lights, plunging the cabin into a dark shadow.Nigel reached out for the tablet and checked the live feed. "Check the numbers, Boss," Nigel said, tilting the phone so the screen caught the dim light. "The feed just cut out, but they’ve already got her final plea on a loop. It’s sitting at a staggering two million views and climbing.""Give it to me straight," I said, leaning my head back against the leather. "How bad is the hit?"Nigel tapped away with a grim expression. "The stock took a three percent dip in after-hours trading. A few of the junior partners are panicking on Slack, and m

- SIERRAI walked fast, clicking my heels with a frantic rhythm against the hallway tile. Every step felt like I was smacking on Desmond’s face. I fucking hated him. I really did. It wasn’t just the heat-of-the-moment kind of anger anymore; it was a cold, deep-seated rot in my chest."Sierra! Wait the hell up!"Aleena scrambled out of the apartment, clutching her keys and a denim jacket. She caught the elevator door just before it hissed shut."I told you, I’m going alone," I said, staring at the floor numbers."Like hell you are. Did you see that feed? There are probably vultures with cameras already circling the block. You’re not walking a single block by yourself.""I can handle Michael Stewart, Aleena.""It’s not Michael I’m worried about, it’s the forty thousand psychos who think you’re a villain because your sister can cry on cue." She shoved her way into the lift, breathing hard. "I’m driving. End of story."We hit the parking garage and piled into her beat-up sedan. The engine