All Chapters of Bound By The CEO's Deal: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

"Edna! What on earth is going on here?"Conal rushed onto the scene, breathless. The moment Edna caught sight of him, it was as if she had found her liferaft. She instantly put on a disheveled, pitiful act, clinging to his arm while sobbing hysterically. "Conal, save me! Alma... she relied on her backer to humiliate and slap me black and blue! They're ganging up to bully me!"Looking at Edna’s swollen, red face that clearly bore the mark of a handprint, Conal panicked. But then, suddenly remembering the most crucial matter, his gaze snapped downward, fixing intently on her stomach. He asked in a rapid, anxious blur, "Good heavens, are you alright? What about the baby? Did anything happen to the baby in your womb, Edna?!"Conal’s reminder gave Edna a sudden, sharp jolt of guilt. She had been so consumed by jealousy that she had entirely forgotten about her ultimate "protective amulet." However, her cunning nature instantly took over. Edna swiftly caught onto the cue, quickly cupping he

After Aiden and Alma vanished from sight, the suffocating atmosphere enveloping the two remaining individuals finally exploded. Unable to bear the humiliation under the judgmental stares of the surrounding guests, Conal firmly gripped Edna’s wrist and roughly dragged her out of the restaurant.Having lost face in front of so many people, Edna’s arrogance instantly flared up. She struggled violently and snapped, "Let go of me, Conal! What the hell are you doing? That hurts like hell!""Shut your mouth and keep walking, if you want to keep whatever dignity you have left!" Conal hissed through gritted teeth, tightening his grip even further.Once they reached a deserted street corner outside, Edna used all her strength to wrench her hand free, shaking off Conal’s grip before screaming in sheer rage:"Are you insane, Conal? Just because you’re a man, you think you can just lay your hands on me whenever you want?!"Conal glared at her, his chest heaving with fury. "I'm laying my hands on y

In the pitch-black darkness of her unconsciousness, Alma felt herself falling into a boundless void. The chaotic past rushed back like shards of broken glass piercing straight into her chest. She saw the collapse of her family, the suffocating mountain of debt notices, and Conal’s ruthless, cowardly face as he turned his back on their years of affection. She was entirely alone in the quagmire, her breath catching tighter by the second, surrounded by nothing but mocking laughter and bone-chilling cold. She wanted to struggle, wanted to scream for help, but her burning throat could not produce a single sound.Just as Alma thought she would sink into that dark abyss of hell forever, a streak of light suddenly tore through the night from high above. A hand reached out, firmly gripping her with absolute certainty, pulling her out of the bottomless chasm.Who are you?... Alma wanted to scream the question, but her numbed lips could only part helplessly and weakly in vain. Suddenly, the blin

For two grueling days, the grand lobby of the Power Group skyscraper bore witness to Conal’s humiliating degradation. He kept vigil from dawn till dusk, begging for a mere ten-minute meeting with Aiden Power, only to be met with cold, dismissive shakes of the head from the receptionist. Even the pair of luxury watches he had prepared as an apology was bluntly returned by Assistant Nolan, accompanied by a declaration that severed all ties. Aiden’s absolute rejection was a splash of freezing water, forcing Conal to bitterly realize that the death sentence for his career had been chambered—there was absolutely no room for negotiation.At the same time, Edna was losing her mind under the shadow of a looming criminal summons. Having lost all contact with Alma, she cast aside her arrogant pride and rushed straight into the dilapidated slums on the south side of the city—the very place where Alma had once hidden from debts years ago. However, the old room was empty, and the surrounding resid

Screech... click.The doors of the private elevator slid open. The wheelchair rolled slowly across the polished granite floor of the VIP lobby, heading toward the glass doors. Just outside the threshold, Aiden’s limousine stood waiting, its engine idling, flanked by two bodyguards standing at strict attention.Just as Aiden was about to lean down and lift Alma into the car, two figures abruptly lunged out from a blind spot in the parking lot, breaching the security barrier."Alma! Alma, please save me, Alma!"Edna’s frantic shriek tore through the air. She had entirely stripped away her haughty facade; her hair was a disheveled mess, and her face was streaked with smudged makeup. Right behind her was a haggard Conal, wearing a crumpled suit, his eyes shot with blood. Both were instantly and decisively intercepted by Power Group’s security detail.Though pinned rudely to the ground, Edna still strained forward toward Alma, her voice trembling violently:"Alma, I beg you! Tell Mr. Power