All Chapters of BOUND WITH THE RUTHLESS CEO: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"Where's it...where's it...where the fuck is it?" I whispered to myself, which, in hindsight, was probably not my most dignified moment. But committing corporate espionage at midnight in a company that could have me arrested and publicly humiliated was already doing enough damage to my dignity. Using a vulgar word like ‘fuck’ was the least of my problems.I scrolled through the desktop with one hand and used the office window as a mirror with the other, watching the dark corridor outside for any movement. It was still empty, exactly as I predicted.I had spent weeks scheming, confirming that this floor would be deserted at this hour.My eyes drifted to the corridor again anyway.I clicked through one folder, then another, then another that turned out to be nothing but quarterly reports from four years ago. I almost closed it before I saw it—a locked folder, Pandora box, the one thing that could bring the Grey Empire to its knees.I clicked it and a password prompt appeared just as I e

Zara’s povI stood in front of the mirror in Van's room, the room he and I had been sharing for the past two days since I agreed to his forced marriage. I still couldn't tell what he was planning, or what his endgame is, but the best I could do for now is to follow his lead, appear as happily married couples to the public and find some way to get myself out of this mess.I picked up my purse and went downstairs.Van was already standing in front of the car. He glanced up when I came out, and for a moment neither of us said anything. Then he opened the door and we both got in and the driver pulled away from the house."The event is a charity gala," he said, after a while, his gaze focused on the road. "Board members, a few investors, and the press will be present so we've got to give then a great fiest impression.""How do you want to handle questions about us?" I asked, my eyebrows raising slightly."We tell them we met through mutual connections and we fell head over heels for each o

I woke up with my neck twisted at a weird angle and the throw blanket halfway on the floor. The couch had won another round. My back protested as I sat up, rubbing the kink out of my shoulder while the morning light sliced through the heavy curtains like it had a personal grudge. For one groggy second, I almost smiled at the sight of my phone in my hand—until the giant rock on my finger caught the light and slapped me awake.‘Mrs. Grey.’ The title tasted like bad coffee on an empty stomach. I swung my legs off the couch and stared at the massive bed across the room, and just as i thought Van was already gone. The man probably rose at dawn just to remind the world he was in control of everything, including time itself.I padded into the bathroom, splashed cold water on my face, and caught my reflection. Same Zara. Same tired eyes. But the silk pajamas someone had laid out for me last night felt like a prison gown. A soft knock sounded at the bedroom door jolting me out my thoughts.“M

Zara's PovNobody tells you that becoming Mrs. Grey also means becoming public property. People knocked on my office door all morning.Some came to congratulate me, while some came because they were curious and wanted to stare at the woman who had supposedly stolen Van Grey's heart. By mid-morning, I was already exhausted from smiling.This particular knock came just as I managed to send everyone away, and was considering whether pretending to work counted as actual work. I looked at the untouched laptop on my desk, clicked on a random spreadsheet to make myself look productive, and cleared my throat."Come in." The door opened and Evelyn Cross walked in. Of course it was her, I had even expected her earlierShe looked exactly the same as she had during the meeting earlier. Not a strand of dark hair out of place. White blouse. Black pencil skirt. Black heels that somehow managed to make almost no sound against the floor.I wondered if she floated instead of walked. She closed the door

I woke up on the couch again, my neck stiff and my eyes burning from another night of barely sleeping. Van had already left, no note, no good morning, just the ugly memory of his possessive claims on me last night.Well it's not like I care, he wants control. Always control. I whispered it to myself as I got dressed. “Well, he’s not getting it from me.”I ignored the driver he sent and took a cab to the office instead. It was a small rebellion, but it felt good, especially when the driver looked confused when I told him I didn’t need the ride, but I didn’t care. I needed the space. I needed to feel like I still had some say in my own life.But i guess, with Van Grey in my life, there was no space for me, because just tell me why i would down from the cab, and Van's secretary would be informing that there was a client presentation was at eleven.I tried declining, with excuses of inadequate preparation but that staquo goatie of a man stated firmly. “I'm sorry Mrs. Grey, but Mr. Grey sa