All Chapters of Bound to My Sister's Billionaire Crush: Chapter 81 - Chapter 87

- DESMONDKayden was already at the back of the private lounge, a newspaper spread across his lap and an unlit cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth. The airport terminal outside the glass wall was a blur of early morning travelers, but back here, the air was dead quiet.When he saw me walk in with Nigel, he tossed the paper onto the glass table and stood up. For a guy pushing sixty, he moved like a threat. He caught me in a heavy, rough hug, barking a laugh into my shoulder before slapping my back hard enough to rattle my teeth."Look at you, kid," Kayden said, stepping back to eye my coat. "Still dressing like you’re attending a boardroom execution. Sit down. The bird’s fueling up.""Good to see you, Kayden," I said, taking the leather armchair across from him. Nigel dropped his briefcase by the door and stayed standing, his eyes on the terminal corridor."So, Geneva," Kayden said, leaning forward and resting his thick forearms on his knees. "The city of watches and blood

- DESMONDThe rain started just as we pulled up to the curb outside Banque Vontobel & Cie. It wasn't a heavy downpour, just a miserable, gray drizzle that smeared the windshield and turned the cobblestones into ice.I kept the window cracked an inch, the damp cold hitting my face as I stared at the heavy oak doors of the bank. Ten minutes had passed since we killed the engine. Then twenty."Nothing," I muttered, my fingers tapping a frantic rhythm against the leather seat of the rental car. "Nigel, check the registry again. Are you sure this is the branch?"Nigel didn't look up from his tablet. "This is the only Vontobel branch within the old district that handles the legacy Figueroa accounts, sir. If she’s in Geneva, she’s coming here."Kayden was in the passenger seat, his laptop balanced on his knees. The screen showed a map of the surrounding blocks, dotted with two blue markers, his guys on the pavement. He was wearing a battered leather jacket, looking entirely out of place among

- SIERRAThe Cologny safehouse was built from sleek glass and cold stone with hard, sharp edges, looking out over a gray, misty stretch of Lake Geneva. I put my leather bag slowly and carefully onto the sleek kitchen island, feeling the two-hundred-and-fifty-million-dollar certificate inside it.Michael stood by the tall glass doors, his phone practically glued to his palm as he skimmed through another encrypted briefing."Michael," I said, leaning my hips against the counter. "The imposter. If the woman pretending to be Miss Figueroa was truly Vivian, would she show up at tomorrow’s gala?"Michael didn't look up from his screen. "It’s a grand event. The biggest logistics summit in Europe this quarter. If the Galbraiths or the Wellingtons want to legitimize their little puppet, that’s the exact stage they’ll use. So, yeah. It’s highly possible."I let out a dry, sharp breath. "Highly possible? Try guaranteed. Vivian wouldn't miss a chance to play dress-up in front of Euro high societ