บททั้งหมดของ Bound by the Triplets: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

POV MADDISON "He's what?" The words flew out of my mouth before I could stop them. My eyes darted from Ethan to the private elevator doors at the far end of the office. "You heard me, doll," Asher muttered from behind me, his deep laugh vibrating against my back. "The bastard is coming up right now. I guess he finally realized his precious company is bleeding out." My heart hammered against my ribs, but it wasn't out of fear anymore. It was pure, unfiltered adrenaline. I looked down at the contract on the mahogany desk. The ink was barely dry, but the deal was done. I belonged to the Blackwoods for the next three months, and in return, they were going to tear Richard’s life apart. "What do you want me to do?" I asked, forcing my voice to remain steady as I looked at Ethan. Ethan didn’t answer right away. He simply picked up his fountain pen, capped it with a slow, deliberate click, and met my gaze. "You stay right where you are. You wanted to watch him beg, didn't you? Consider th

POV MADDISON The mirror in my suite reflected a woman I barely recognized. The dress Caleb had sent up that afternoon wasn’t just an outfit—it was a weapon. It was made of crimson silk so intense it looked like liquid fire, clinging to my curves like a second skin. It featured an asymmetrical neckline that left my shoulders bare and a daring slit up the left leg that shattered any lingering sense of my old, conservative self. I had pinned my hair up into a sleek, high bun, exposing the long line of my neck. When I walked down the grand staircase, all three brothers were waiting in the foyer. They wore identical black tuxedos, yet their postures immediately broadcasted their fiercely clashing personalities. Ethan was adjusting his gold cufflinks with chilly precision; Asher stood with his hands rammed into his pockets, tracking my descent with a heavy, primal hunger; and Caleb leaned against the marble pillar, a glass of champagne in hand and a thoroughly satisfied smirk plastered on

POV MADDISON The silence that followed Ethan’s voice was absolute, broken only by the ragged, uneven sound of my own breathing. Asher didn’t pull away immediately; his heavy, hot body remained pinned against mine, anchoring me to the leather sofa, but his head snapped toward the doorway. Caleb, whose fingers were still gripping my hip, let out a low, breathless laugh that vibrated directly against my skin. "You’re late, brother," Caleb murmured, his voice laced with an easy, dangerous amusement. "Maddison needed a reminder of our terms. She was falling apart... so we decided to fix her." Ethan stepped into the library, his movements slow, measured, and entirely unbothered. He unbuttoned his tuxedo jacket with chilly elegance and tossed it onto a nearby armchair, followed by his bow tie. His dark eyes—identical to his brothers' but stripped of any chaotic heat—mapped the scene with total, terrifying focus. He looked at my crumpled red dress, the open zipper, and my exposed skin, yet

POV MADDISONI didn't even bother buttoning the top two buttons of my silk blouse before rushing down the grand hallway toward the living room. The echo of Ethan’s raw, heavy thrusts still throbbed deep in my core, but the sheer adrenaline of hearing that Lauren was under this roof completely erased the physical exhaustion.When I pushed open the double glass doors of the formal living room, the scene before me was almost comical. Lauren was sitting on the edge of a velvet armchair, looking tiny, terrified, and thoroughly out of place. Her makeup was slightly smudged, and she was clutching her designer handbag like a shield.Caleb was sitting on the opposite sofa, swirling a glass of sparkling water with a look of pure, clinical boredom on his face. He didn't look like a savior; he looked like a scientist inspecting a particularly uninteresting bug."Ah, Maddison," Caleb purred, his eyes instantly lighting up with an unsettling, brilliant heat the moment I entered. He gestured lazily

POV MADDISONThe heavy scent of leather, sweat, and spent adrenaline lingered in the cabin of the SUV long after the security team had cleared the shipping yard. Asher drove us back to the Blackwood estate with a calm, satisfied smirk stretching across his rugged face, his large hand resting heavily on my bare knee the entire way. I leaned my head against the cool glass of the window, my body completely exhausted but my mind sharper than it had ever been. Richard was desperate enough to hire thugs, which meant he was entirely out of options.The moment we walked through the grand front doors of the mansion, Mrs. Gable was waiting in the foyer."Miss Maddison, Mr. Ethan and Mr. Caleb are waiting for you in the primary study," she announced, bowing her head. "They requested your presence immediately."Asher squeezed the back of my neck, his dark eyes flashing with a wicked glint. "Go on, doll. I’m going to wash the grease off. Don't let my brothers have all the fun without me."I walked