All Chapters of Bound to the Ruthless CEO: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Rachel's POVThe room went silent after the man’s confession, not because anyone was surprised but because everyone understood what it meant. Clarissa Raphael had stopped playing a family game, she had started a war. Matthew stared at the man tied to the chair, his face was calm, too calm, that was always the most dangerous version of Matthew Kane.Antonio had seen him angry, he had seen him violent, but the quiet version? That was the man enemies feared, the man in the chair swallowed nervously, he had expected threats, beatings, and negotiations but Matthew had only asked questions and somehow, that was worse. “Say it again,” Matthew ordered. The man looked at him, “I already told you.” Matthew stepped closer, the man immediately stopped talking, “I don't like repeating myself,” Matthew said coldly. The man lowered his eyes, “Clarissa hired me.” he said. Rachel’s fingers tightened, she had known but hearing it aloud still felt like someone had ripped open an old wound. “She hir

Rachel’s Point of View Men moved around Matthew Kane’s room with quiet urgency. Screens covered the walls, displaying maps, financial records, security footage, and names I recognized from a life I no longer trusted. Everything I had spent years believing was normal had turned into a battlefield, and I was standing in the middle of it. I looked down at the documents spread across the table, bank transfers, company records, property ownership files.Every page felt like another piece of my childhood being ripped apart, Clarissa hadn’t just taken things from me, she had planned and calculated. She had built an entire empire underneath my father’s name while making me believe I was powerless. My fingers tightened around the paper.For years, I thought she hated me because I reminded her of my mother. I thought she was cruel because she enjoyed hurting me. But this was bigger, this was business, this was power. And I was finally seeing the truth.“Rachel.” I didn’t look up, I already kn

The first thing Elena saw when she opened her eyes was Rachel, not the woman herself, a picture. Every television screen inside Raphael Mansion showed the same image of Rachel Raphael standing beside Matthew Kane, not behind him, not as someone being protected, but beside him as an equal.Elena stared at the screen from her bed, her fingers tightening around the glass of wine she had been holding.The reporter’s voice continued in the background, “Rachel Raphael has officially stepped into the Kane organization, appearing alongside Matthew Kane during recent business negotiations…”Elena stopped listening, she didn’t need to hear the rest, she already understood. The world was finally seeing Rachel the way Elena always feared they would, as someone important, as someone worth following, as someone people respected.Elena threw the glass against the wall, the sound of it breaking echoed through the room, a servant outside immediately went silent, nobody dared enter.Everyone knew Elen

Rachel’s povThe photograph was still in my hand when the morning arrived.I had been sitting in Matthew’s private office for hours, staring at the same image until my eyes burned. My mother, alive, standing beside my father Victor Raphael.The man who spent years acting like he had lost everything when she died, the man who watched me suffer under Clarissa’s control and never questioned it, the man who let me believe I had been abandoned.My fingers tightened around the photograph, my entire life felt like a carefully designed lie. The worst part wasn’t the betrayal, it was the fact that I didn’t know where the truth ended and the lies began.I thought Clarissa hated me because I reminded her of the woman she lost, I thought my father was just weak. But now I had to question everything. The door opened quietly behind me.I didn’t turn, I already knew it was Matthew he,never entered a room loudly, he didn’t need to, his presence alone changed the atmosphere. “You haven’t moved,” he sa

Rachel’s point of viewThe convoy rolled through the city without slowing down.Six black SUVs cut through traffic while Kane motorcycles secured every intersection ahead of us. Nobody spoke over the radio unless it was necessary. Matthew’s men operated with disciplined precision, they weren’t rushing into a fight. They were preparing to win one.I sat beside Matthew in the lead vehicle, studying the blueprint of the old Raphael Financial Archive on the tablet resting on my lap.“It’s changed,” I murmured.Matthew glanced at the screen, “What do you mean?” He asked. “I came here with my father when I was twelve,” My finger traced one corner of the building. “The accounting offices were here,” I moved lower. “The vault was here,” Then I frowned, “This corridor doesn’t belong.” I said. Matthew looked closer, “It was added later.” He said. I nodded, “Someone renovated the archive after my mother disappeared.” I said. Antonio’s voice crackled through the radio, “Perimeter teams are in