Todos os capítulos de Bound by Contract, Owned by Hate: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Chapter 11 (Sophia's POV) The morning after the Hargrove gala, I woke up before Xander. That was becoming a pattern. Him sleeping like a man with a clean conscience. Me lying in the dark cataloguing everything I'd noticed, everything I'd filed away, everything that didn't yet add up. I slipped out of bed quietly and took my coffee to the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking Fifth Avenue. The city was still grey and unhurried below, the kind of early morning that belonged only to people who couldn't sleep and taxi drivers. I wrapped both hands around the mug and thought about Victor Voss. Last night had confirmed what Claire's pattern analysis had already suggested. Victor wasn't reacting to this marriage. He'd been positioning long before Xander and I signed anything. The Phoenix Holdings threat, the contract, the forced proximity, none of it had caught Victor off guard. Which meant one of two things. Either he'd anticipated it. Or he'd engineered it. I filed tha

Chapter 13 (Sophia's POV) The documents were still in my head the next morning. Elena's signature. Clean and unmistakable on a page that had no business existing. My mother's handwriting on evidence of a betrayal that had quietly hollowed out everything I thought I knew about our family's collapse. I'd held myself together in Xander's study. Barely. I held myself together all the way to Laurent Luxe. Then walked straight past Lila, closed my office door, and stood at the window for four full minutes before I trusted myself to sit down. My mother hadn't just been a victim of the Voss family's manipulation. She'd been inside it. I locked that thought in a box, put the box somewhere I wouldn't look at it until I had more information and opened my laptop. Work, Structure and Forward motion. The only three things that had never failed me. Lila knocked at eight-fifteen. "The morning coverage is significant," she said carefully, setting her tablet on my desk. "I thought you sho

Chapter 15 (Sophia's POV) Common enemy. I'd said it plainly in the back of Dax's car and Xander had confirmed it without hesitation. Those two words had quietly dismantled something I'd been holding onto for fifteen years. The clean simplicity of my hatred. It was considerably harder to hate a man who was handing you evidence against the person who'd actually destroyed your family. I was finding that out the inconvenient way. Izzy was waiting in my office at eight-fifteen with coffee, croissants and the expression of someone who had opinions she'd been saving up overnight. "The Beaumont dinner photographs are already circulating," she said, sliding her tablet across the desk. "Someone in the building had a camera. You look..." she paused, selecting her word carefully, "...natural together." I looked at the photograph. Xander and I leaving the building side by side, his hand at my lower back, my face turned slightly toward him mid-conversation. We looked like people

Chapter 17 (Sophia's POV) I heard about Vanessa Sinclair before I saw her. Izzy called at seven-fifteen while I was still in the middle of my morning run on the penthouse treadmill, which meant whatever she'd found was too urgent for a text. "She's in New York," Izzy said without preamble. ''Who?" I asked. "Vanessa... Sinclair," she responded. I slowed my pace. "Since when." "Landed last night. Already photographed at Cipriani for breakfast this morning." A pause. "With Theo Grant." I stepped off the treadmill entirely. "Theo Grant," I repeated. "The photographs are already circulating in the financial pages." Izzy's voice was carefully controlled in the way it got when she was managing her own reaction. "Someone wanted those photographs taken." "Vanessa," I said. "That would be my read." she replied. I stood in the middle of the penthouse gym and thought about the chess board. Vanessa Sinclair arriving in New York. Meeting publicly with Victor's inside man

Chapter 19 (Sophia's POV) The campaign shoot was in three days. I spent the first two of them pretending I wasn't thinking about it. The rules of our arrangement had been established clearly the night we signed. Twelve months. Shared residence. Public appearances as required. Private lives maintained with appropriate discretion. No interference in professional obligations beyond what the merger narrative demanded. It was Clear, Logical and Manageable. What the contract hadn't accounted for was Xander Voss deciding unilaterally that professional obligations now included standing in my campaign studio while Julian Reyes modeled my autumn collection. I raised it on Wednesday evening. We were in the penthouse study, files spread between us, the low lamp light making the room feel smaller than it was. Xander was reviewing Vanessa's documentation against the Phoenix Holdings shareholder records Richard had pulled. I was cross-referencing the secondary bloc names against Lauren