All Chapters of Bound By His Name : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Elias POV“Jane! Who is that at the door?”The authoritative voice cut through the air like a whip. I felt my body tense instinctively. Even after five years, that voice still had the power to make my stomach knot.Aunt Jane’s face paled slightly. She gave my arm a gentle, reassuring squeeze before replying, “It’s Young Master Elias, Madame. He’s come to visit.”There was a brief, heavy silence. Then the click of heels echoed from the hallway. My stepmother appeared, dressed in a silk robe even though it was already afternoon. Her perfectly styled hair and makeup made her look as cold and flawless as ever. Her eyes narrowed the moment they landed on me.“Elias,” she said, her tone flat and laced with clear displeasure. “What a surprise. I didn’t expect to see you here. Especially unannounced.”I forced myself to stay calm, offering a small, respectful nod despite the fever making my head throb. “Good afternoon, Stepmother. I’m sorry for coming without notice. I only came to pick up so

Fred POVStepping out of the car and slamming the door harder than necessary. The meeting with the hitman had left me energized. The plan was solid this time. Elias’s days were finally numbered. A dark smile tugged at my lips as I walked into the house, my shoes echoing against the marble floor.“Jane!” I shouted rudely the moment I entered the living room. “Where the hell is my mother? Call her down now!”The old hag appeared quickly from the side hallway, looking nervous as always. “Young Master Fred, welcome back. Madame is upstairs, I’ll—”“I said call her!” I snapped, cutting her off. “Don’t make me repeat myself. Tell her her son is home.”Jane bowed slightly and hurried upstairs. I tossed my jacket onto the couch and loosened my tie, still riding the high from earlier. That young whore had been a nice distraction, but business was what mattered now.A few moments later, the sound of heels came down the stairs. My stepmother appeared, her face lighting up with that fake sweet s

Elias POV Stumbling out of Fred’s room, the hallway blurred through the tears I could no longer hold back. My chest felt like it was being ripped apart with every breath. The fever burned hotter than ever, but it was nothing compared to the agony of betrayal now tearing through me.Before I could reach the stairs, voices rose from below. Father emerged, walking alongside Aunt Jane and my stepmother. Fred — already dressed — stepped out of his room right behind me, his face pale but quickly twisting into fury.“Elias!” Father’s voice boomed through the hallway. “What in God’s name is going on here? I heard shouting all the way from my office!”I turned slowly to face them all. My entire body trembled as I looked straight at my father, the man I had spent my whole life trying to please.“Father…” My voice cracked badly. “Is it true? Did you know about this? About Fred paying someone to rape me? About him wanting me to get pregnant? Was that why you always hated me? Was that what you

Elias POVThe mansion gates faded behind me as I walked down the street. Tears streamed down my face without stopping, mixing with the cold sweat from my fever. Every step felt like walking through thick mud. My chest ached so badly I could barely breathe.How could they do this to me?Fred’s words kept repeating in my head like a nightmare I couldn’t wake up from. He had planned it. He had paid someone to rape me. He wanted me to be pregnant so the whole world would reject me. And Father… he had known something was wrong with me all along but still treated me like this.I hugged the bag of documents tighter to my chest, even though they no longer mattered. Nothing mattered anymore.My phone started ringing. It was Emily. I stared at the screen for a few seconds before answering with a shaky voice.“…Hello?”“Elias!” Emily’s voice was frantic. In the background, I could hear her moving quickly — drawers opening, things being thrown around, keys jingling. “What the hell did you mean

Elias POVA beeping sound slowly pulled me from the darkness. My eyelids felt impossibly heavy, like they were being pressed down. I tried to move my fingers first, then slowly forced my eyes open. The bright white ceiling of a hospital room came into focus. The smell of antiseptic and clean linen filled my nose, mixed with the faint scent of rain still clinging to my memories.I was lying on a hospital bed, an IV drip attached to the back of my hand. The thin tube disappeared upward into a clear bag hanging on a metal stand. My body felt weak, heavy, and strangely sensitive.Emily was sitting right beside the bed in a plastic chair, her eyes red and swollen from crying. The moment she noticed my eyes open, she leaned forward quickly, relief washing over her face.“Elias… thank God,” she whispered, her voice cracking. She reached out and gently patted my arm, careful not to disturb the IV line. “You’re awake. How do you feel?”I swallowed, my throat dry and painful. “Like… I got hit