All Chapters of Bound To The Wolfe: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

DREA First, I need you to know something I should’ve said more often. I loved you. Not because you were my daughter. Not because you carried my name. I loved you simply because you were you. You were the best thing that ever happened to me. Every laugh, every smile, every question or stubborn argument—I carried them with me like treasures. And if there is one regret I leave behind, it is that I may not have given you enough time to understand how proud I am of the woman you are becoming. Drea, life is not kind. Sometimes, the people closest to us carry secrets. Sometimes, the people we trust disappoint us. And sometimes, the truth arrives years later when the damage has already been done. If that day comes, do not let bitterness consume you. There are things about my past that’re kept hidden and I’m so sorry about that. I did it because I wanted to protect the people I loved. Especially you. If you ever find yourself standing at a crossroads between fear and courage, c

DREA I groaned at the sound my phone kept making. I could hear notifications coming in every millisecond with no breaks. What was going on?! My eyes widened at the realization as I sat up abruptly. Today was the day! I can’t believe I forgot. Our engagement has been publicised worldwide. I slowly turned my head to look at my phone, scared to even pick it up. What would people say about me? Just pick up the phone Drea. You can’t avoid it forever. I carefully reached out for my phone next to me and turned it on, immediately gasping at the insane amount of messages I had gotten. I can’t believe my phone still works with the way these messages were coming in. Where do I even begin? Let’s start with the articles. I slowly clicked on them and my blood ran cold. Billionaire conglomerate August Wolfe is set to marry a mystery nobody. What? I wasn’t ‘nobody’ I clicked on another article. “Who is Drea Hart?” Article after article, it just got worse. A lot of sites were ca

DREA I took a deep breath, balancing in these ridiculously expensive heels and trying to smooth down the dress I was wearing. Not because it had any creases. But because I was too busy with my hands to distract myself from what was coming. My heart pounded rapidly against my chest as I stared at the huge double doors in front of me. Loud chatter and laughter could be heard behind it. I wish I could be that relaxed. I craned my neck to the left to stare at the huge mirror beside me for the millionth time that night. I looked…unrecognisable. My usual frizzy hair was slicked back and placed in a high ponytail with a gold brooch holding it in place. The dress I was currently wearing was in Camille’s words, a 2025 limited Schiaparelli dress from their fall collection. It was a deep red fitted dress that had gold accents embroidered onto the bottom of it. It looked beautiful. My face…usually bare of any makeup was caked up with it to match my amazing dress. If it were up to me, I’

DREA “You look so beautiful.” Camille smiled, looking at me through the mirror. I smiled as a response. I stared at the woman in front of me. I looked…beautiful. The wedding gown Camille helped me pick out hugged my torso before flowing into layers of soft ivory satin that spilled across the floor behind me. Tiny pearls had been sewn into the bodice by hand, catching light whenever I moved. The sleeves delicately rested off my shoulders while a long veil cascaded down my back like a waterfall. I looked like someone who belonged in a magazine. A clear contrast from my oversized hoodies. A knock sounded on the door and Camille yelled out for the person to come in. Philip walked in dressed in a black tuxedo with a smile on his face. He stared at me for a while before making his way towards me. “Drea.” I was going to cry. “You look so beautiful.” He complimented, pulling me into a hug and I smiled. “Thank you.” I responded. “I know I wasn’t the biggest fan of this marriage

AUGUST I adjusted the tie around my neck, looking down at my watch. 5:34 pm. We are about to get called in. Where was she? As if on cue, I heard her walking in with her friend hot on her tail, adjusting her hair. She changed into a similar dress but shorter. She fixed the bangles around her wrist before craning her neck up to look at me. “Are you ready?” I asked. She nodded. “I’ll be inside.” I heard her friend say before she left. Like a rehearsed play, I stretched an arm out. She linked her arms with mine and breathed out heavily. “Put your hands together for the newlyweds, Mr and Mrs Wolfe.” With that, the doors pushed open and claps erupted. We slowly walked arm in arm, a tight smile on my face as we made our way to the dance floor. This had to be perfect. It had to be believable. A million eyes were watching. One wrong move and the headlines would write themselves. A slow song started to play and I slowly grabbed her by her waist, pulling her closer. She place