Lahat ng Kabanata ng Bound By The CEO's Deal: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

New York City in October always wears an air of haughtiness, with cold winds whistling through the gaps between skyscrapers like the shrieks of lost souls. On the 88th floor—the highest level of the Power Group Tower—the lights from massive tempered glass panels cast a cold, blue glow, reflecting the face of the man who stood at the helm of one of the most powerful financial empires: Aiden Power.Aiden stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, separated from the New York skyline by only a thin layer of frigid glass. He held a glass of red wine but did not drink. At thirty-two, he possessed a look that would make supermodels envious: a straight, chiseled nose, a sharp jawline, and deep eyes that held the cold, calculating gaze of a seasoned market veteran. To the world, Aiden was the embodiment of perfection—a flawless god among men.But no one knew that to achieve this majestic aura, he had endured fifteen years of brutal effort to completely shed the ghosts of his past. Immediately after

Aiden averted his gaze from the blue signal on the dashboard and tossed his phone onto the oak desk in frustration. The dull thud echoed through the silent room, marking the final snapping point of his patience. He sank into the high-end leather chair, taking a deep breath to suppress the searing pain radiating from deep within—a brutal manifestation of the malignancy he believed was gnawing away at his life. To Aiden, every tick of the clock was a cruel reminder that the hourglass of his existence was bleeding its final grains of sand. He ran his fingers through his usually impeccably groomed hair, his bloodshot, sleep-deprived eyes staring blankly into the void.That girl has arrived.An unusual sense of unease rose within him. Nolan had yet to send the detailed dossier; this final candidate remained an enigma behind the heavy oak door. He wondered: was he being too callous, preparing to turn a woman into a mere tool to sustain his empire before he breathed his last? Or was he the p

Once again, the room fell into a bone-chilling silence. Just as Alma managed to catch enough breath to speak, Aiden—still with his back to her—spoke first, his cold voice cutting off any chance of her finding her words.“I’ve changed my mind.”Aiden turned around slowly. He brushed past her as if she were thin air, casually picking up the file on the desk and tossing it into a drawer, locking it with a sharp, dry click. He adjusted his cufflinks and blazer, his composed demeanor suggesting her presence was now merely a redundant part of the room.“I don't like hesitation. The woman who carries the heir to this lineage cannot be a coward who trembles before her only choice.” He looked up, his icy gaze sweeping over her pale face. “Remember, I am not forcing you, Alma. If you find your pride worth more than escaping your current mire, you may leave right now.”Aiden turned his back to her again to face the darkness shrouding the city beyond the glass wall. His voice rang out with indiff

The limousine glided smoothly along the highway at night, completely detached from the city’s cacophony. Inside, the dim blue LED lights cast a shadow across Aiden’s profile, making his features appear even more distant and enigmatic. The enclosed space was thick with the scent of premium leather intertwined with the cold sandalwood fragrance radiating from the man beside her, making Alma feel as though she were suffocating in a luxurious tomb.Aiden sat there, as motionless as a statue carved from marble. He maintained an oppressive indifference, deliberately erecting an invisible wall that left Alma feeling utterly isolated despite sitting right next to him. To him, her presence was once again a variable outside his calculations. Aiden had thought his adolescent flickers of emotion were buried long ago beneath ruthless ambition, but the moment he saw her, a searing sensation he believed himself "immune" to suddenly roared back to life.He found it intriguing, yet simultaneously irri

The hospital Aiden took her to was not a bustling public institution where people crowded amidst the pungent stench of antiseptic. It was a high-end private medical center, nestled beneath lush green canopies and wrapped in absolute silence—a place where privacy was paramount and reserved exclusively for the ultra-wealthy.Here, Alma felt like nothing more than a precious antique being brought in for "appraisal" before being officially handed over to its new owner. She was subjected to a series of rigorous procedures, from ultrasounds and blood tests to specialized reproductive screenings. Every touch of the medical equipment against her skin as she lay on the cold gynecological exam table made her shiver with a bone-chilling cold. She felt like an object on display under the glaring surgical lights. She felt stripped bare, not just physically, but of her very dignity.Despite Alma’s face being as pale as a sheet of paper, her lips parched and cracked, and her hands trembling uncontro