All Chapters of Bound To The Wolfe: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

DREA I yawned, stretching my limbs and waking up. I didn't want to get up from this comfy bed. This was the best I had slept in years. sighing, I got up with a groan and headed to the Huse bathroom. Unlike my usual shower which takes minutes to heat up, this one heated up in literal seconds. I sighed, taking my time under the shower before stepping out and making my way to the walk in closet. I got dressed in some shorts and some random t shirt before heading out for the day I headed downstairs the next day to see Mrs Carrington already waiting for me. She looked up from her watch and glanced at me. “Good morning Mrs Wolfe. I trust you slept well.” She said, her voice controlled. “I did.” I smiled. That was the best sleep of my life. I’m obsessed with that bed. “Let’s begin the tour.” Without giving me a chance to respond, she began walking away as I hurriedly followed. This place had three living rooms that were ridiculously large and felt staged. It had a twelve-sea

DREA “What are you talking about?” I mumbled, and they gasped as soon as I entered the kitchen. They ran close to me with their hands clasped and their heads down. “Mrs. Wolfe!” One of them exclaimed, her voice shaky. “What are you talking about?” I asked again. They looked at each other, as if contemplating whether they should say something or not. “I won’t ask again,” I warned, my voice firm. The one who was next to the stove closed her eyes tightly. “I used to work for Mr Wolfe’s father before getting transferred here” she started, her head still down. “While I was there, he usually got drunk and stared at a photo of a woman for hours” She continued. “I heard him talking to someone on the phone one day about how Mr Wolfe’s fiancée was her daughter.” My heart stopped. A lump formed in my throat. Ethan Wolfe knew my mum? How? “Who was he on the phone with?” I asked. They looked at each other once again, not speaking. “WHO?!” I yelled, my hands balling

DREA.His eyes lingered on me for a while before I cleared my throat, my face diverting down to my hands which were playing with my sleeves.I heard him sigh and looked up to see him shutting his laptop.“What happened?” He asked.My eyebrows furrowed together, confused.“Something happened.” He leaned back against his seat, staring at me.“What?”“You’ve been pulling at your sleeves since you walked in.” I looked down at my hands.He was right.I was.And I didn’t even notice.“You do that when you’re uncomfortable or you have a lot of things on your mind.” He added.My face frowned.“How would you know that?” I asked.“I just do.” He replied, shrugging.“So.” He sat up properly. “What happened?”Should I tell him about the things I just found out?

DREA.I felt my heart beating rapidly in my chest as I rapidly made my way out of the library.Someone was in the house.Who would take the folder?Should I tell August?He will know that I snooped if I do.I can’t.I scoffed to myself.No one could enter this house.It was more guarded than a prison.As if an intruder could make it in and out without being noticed by a single security guard.I rounded the corner and bumped into someone. I resisted the urge to scream as I clutched my chest tightly, looking up to see him.It was Ethan Wolfe.August’s dad stood in front of me, dressed in a grey suit that matched his eyes.The grey-eyed gene is really strong in this household.His greying hair was styled to perfection and the smell of his expensive cologne hit my nose.“Sorry.” I apologized, looking down.I felt his stare on me, practically burning holes into my skull.“You look exactly like her.” His voice boomed.I looked at him.What did he mean by that?“We haven’t officially met.”

DREA“Okay, we’re done! You can now take a look in the mirror.” The stylist squealed, helping me up in these heels and pushing me towards the mirror.I slowly opened my eyes and gasped at the person in front of me.Was this Drea?If this were Drea, how?My brown hair had been put up into a sophisticated bun with a few strands hanging loosely around my face.My makeup was done to perfection with blue eyeshadow to match my dress.The royal blue gown I wore clung to me like a second skin, accentuating my curves with a thigh-high slit and slim straps holding it in place.This was a risqué dress!And I weirdly did not mind it at all.A manicurist came earlier and did my nails to match my dress.These blue French tips were so cute!“I look so good.” I smiled, turning around to hug the stylist as she laughed.“Thank you,” I whispered.“Just doing my job. You look great.” She complimented, eyeing me up and down with a huge smile on her face.Grabbing my clutch, I picked up my phone to check t