Bound By His Name のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

Damien POVThe silence in the room was suddenly shattered by the sound of the door being pushed open with more force than necessary.I looked up slowly from the documents in front of me, my fingers pausing their rhythmic tapping on the polished table.My heart suddenly increase it speed as I felt nervous without a reason.Fred stormed in, dragging a woman behind him by the wrist. She was struggling against his grip, her face flushed with a mixture of pain and fury. Her cheek was visibly swollen with a fresh red mark blooming across it, and her lower lip was split, a small trickle of blood at the corner of her mouth. The executives around the table stiffened instantly, their eyes widening in shock and discomfort. Mr. Carter looked horrified, his face draining of color as he recognized the woman. Fred shoved her roughly forward, pushing her toward the center of the room, closer to where I sat at the head of the table.“This is Emily,” Fred announced, his voice thick with triumph and

Elias POV Dr. Lena stood up and came close to me, she crouched to my level and held my hands. "I get your fear but we are the only one who came give you a save birth and possibility at life. All you have to do is becoming our research rat and your child delivery will be guaranteed. I stared at her hand on mine for a long moment. My mind screamed at me to refuse, to run, to disappear. But my heart… my heart was tired. “What if I say yes?” I asked quietly, my voice barely above a whisper. “What happens then?” Dr. Lena smiled gently. “Then we take care of you. We monitor the pregnancy closely and ensure a safe delivery. In return, you allow us to study your condition and do some occasional bloods tests and scan. And when the time comes, you’ll be free to raise your child however you choose.” I closed my eyes, tears falling freely now. The small child from my dream flashed in my mind — those innocent eyes, that sweet voice calling me “Papa.” “I don’t want this baby to suffer like I

Elias POV I looked up at uncle Lang, my voice still shaky from the overwhelming revelations. “Does Father know any of this? Did he ever find out about the serum and what it did to me?” Uncle Lang sighed deeply, his eyes changed like he was hesitant to talk. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he spoke carefully. “Yes, he did. But it was much later — on your mother’s dying bed. She told him everything in her final moments. She confessed that she had used the serum on you while she was pregnant. She wanted him to know the truth before she left this world." He took a deep breath. "Your father… he was devastated. He had lost the love of his life, and now he learned that you were… different because of her actions. That you weren’t a normal child.” I felt my chest tighten painfully. “So that’s why he always looked at me like I was a monster. Like I was the reason she was gone. He blamed me for her death, didn’t he?” Uncle Lang nodded slowly, his voice gentle but pai

Elias POV Derek’s apartment was on the third floor of a modest building in a quiet neighborhood. The ride there had been mostly silent, with Derek occasionally glancing at me. I followed him up the stairs, my small bag feeling heavier than it should have. On the way here he had bought me clothes after I told him I had none. “Here we are,” Derek said, unlocking the door and pushing it open. “It’s not much, but it’s home. Come on in.” I stepped inside. The living room was filled with the siblings pictures, a scissors was on the table. It felt...very different from the cold luxury I had grown up with. Derek led me down a short hallway. “This is the spare room. It’s got its own bathroom attached. The bed is comfortable, and there’s a desk if you need it.” He opened the door. The room was clean and modern — a queen-sized bed with fresh linens, a large wardrobe, and a window with nice curtains. It felt welcoming and private. “It’s perfect,” I said quietly, stepping inside.

Elias POVI woke up with a start, my body heavy from the deep sleep I desperately needed. The room was bright with daylight. I reached for my phone on the nightstand and checked the time.11:00 AM.My heart jumped into my throat. “Oh no…”I had overslept badly. Theodore had said 10am. Panic surged through me as I threw the covers off and rushed to get dressed, my hands shaking slightly as I pulled on fresh clothes. I quickly washed my face, ran a hand through my messy hair, and bolted out of the room, still trying to button my shirt properly.I rushed into the living room and stopped short.Theodore was sitting calmly in an armchair near the window, a book in his hand. He looked completely relaxed, turning a page as if he had all the time in the world. The morning light highlighted his sharp features and the faint scar near his jaw. He didn’t even glance up at first.I stood there awkwardly, breathing heavily from rushing. “Theodore… I’m so sorry. I overslept. I didn’t mean to keep y