All Chapters of Bound By His Name : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Fred POV Every bit of anger I poured onto her. “Fuck you, Elias. Fuck you, bitchy family. Fuck you all.”The hitman laughed as he continued riding the other woman hard from behind, the wet slap of skin echoing through the private room. “Someone pissed our young master today. Kill or live?”I sneered hard, still buried deep inside the girl in front of me. “We will discuss that later.” I pulled out of her soaked hole with a wet sound. “Stand.”She stood upright on shaky legs. I immediately wrapped my arms around her from behind, one hand squeezing her breast while the other slid down her stomach. I turned her face toward me and sucked her lips hard, tongue pushing into her mouth as I pinched both nipples roughly. She moaned into the kiss.“Ah… young master… easy…”“I’m not done, bitch.” I broke the kiss and went down to her neck, biting and sucking hard enough to leave marks. She kept moaning, head tipping back against my shoulder.I moved lower, pushing her legs apart. My fingers foun

Fred POV"Whoa, whoa, relax. Anyway, are you in or out?"He slowly lowered the gun, but the irritation on his face remained. He sneered at me before stepping away from the table."Fred, I'm no longer interested in any deal with you. You can leave."I stared at him for a moment. Seriously?A little exchange of words and this bastard was already throwing a tantrum.I almost laughed, but I swallowed it and instead straightened my jacket. "Whatever. What's your name?"He looked at me without answering."Once we start something, we finish it. You got that?"His head tilted backward as a loud laugh burst from his throat. "Hahahahaha!"He laughed so hard that he had to wipe the corner of his eye before looking at me again. "I already told you. Your existence is the reason I'm alive."His amusement slowly disappeared. "If you keep acting foolishly, I might have to make sure both of us go down."My smile faded. Was this some threat?"Watch it. My father could easily bring this entire place dow

Elias POVIt had been two months since I gave birth, and for the first time in what felt like forever, life had settled into a strange kind of tranquility. The house no longer felt like a battlefield every time I opened my eyes, and even the nights had become bearable now that I had grown used to waking whenever one of the children stirred.Still, I knew better than to mistake peace for permanence.Peace had never lasted long in my life.I carefully lowered sleeping Benita into her cot and adjusted the blanket around her tiny body before stepping away. She barely moved, her little fingers curled beside her cheek as her breathing settled into a soft rhythm.A faint smile touched my lips before I turned toward the door.The moment I stepped into the sitting room, the sound of laughter greeted me.Derek was sitting on the carpet with Benny while Emily played with him, making exaggerated faces that had the little boy laughing so hard he could barely catch his breath.Emily had been sent

Elias POVDamien chuckled softly, a faint smile appearing on his face as though he were trying to figure out where to begin. "Well, how do I start it..."I snorted and returned to my seat, settling back as I watched him. "Anywhere is fine. All I need is something from you."He raised an eyebrow. "Something?""The truth." I rested my arm against the side of the chair, keeping my voice calm despite the questions piling up in my head. "I don't expect you to explain everything in one breath, but don't give me another half-truth and call it an explanation."Damien's smile faded slightly.I glanced toward Benny's cot before looking back at him. "I've heard enough names today to fill an entire family tree, and somehow every answer keeps leading to another question. So start wherever you think matters."He leaned back, rubbing his jaw thoughtfully. "You really don't make this easy.""Neither does your family."A laugh escaped him, but it disappeared almost immediately."Okay, from my digging

Fred POV My father being absent from the office for a single day was enough to make me feel like I had finally inherited the company. I walked into his office, dropped into the oversized leather chair, and stretched my legs across his desk. The position suited me. Nobody was there to correct me, compare me, or remind me that Elias existed. Then I saw that particular photographs on his desk, it was no other than that bastard's mother. Her face appeared in several framed pictures arranged neatly on the desk, her smile contagious and almost irritatingly sweet. Even after all these years, she still had a place here, sitting in the middle of everything my father had built. My fingers tightened around the armrest. Why did her memory still have to follow me everywhere? I stood, opened the bottom drawer, and shoved the photographs inside one after another before slamming it shut. A knock came at the door. “Come in.” The secretary stepped inside with a thick folder pres