All Chapters of Bound by a Billion Dollar Marriage: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

"So so that's that, then. You were the one trying to take advantage of ME just now, and you clearly came out ahead. I'm a girl, and you manhandled me, and I still didn't say a word about it." Isla said, all wounded innocence.She clutched her collar with both hands, the picture of a wronged little bird.You'd think she was the one who'd gotten bitten. You'd think she was the one who'd just watched her most prized possession shatter on the floor.A vein throbbed visibly at Grayson's temple.He turned his head slowly, dark eyes sharp enough to cut straight through her.Isla shrank her neck down, lips pressed into a tight little line.He was three seconds from full detonation until he caught the wide, guileless look in her eyes, deer-in-headlights soft, and felt his own fury completely deflate."Get out."The urge to strangle her collapsed into a simple order to leave.I genuinely cannot look at her right now."Okay!" Isla took the pardon and ran.She was gone before he could change his

No wonder Bianca refused to marry into this family, even with a ten-million-dollar dowry on the table. This man is genuinely terrifying.Isla swallowed hard. "No..."She'd rather die than let this happen."Not in the mood?""No no." Isla didn't dare push back any harder than that.Legally, they were married. She had no real ground to refuse him, and she knew it.She wasn't a virgin, and after the past few minutes, it was painfully clear this man had some genuinely disturbing tastes.If the rumors are true and he ever finds out, someone as powerless as me won't stand a chance.People say his methods of punishment are creative in the worst possible ways.He's in a wheelchair but what if he uses... equipment? Tools?Isla horrified herself with her own imagination in about three seconds flat."If you don't want this, I won't force you. Beg me nicely, and I'll let it go." Grayson's voice dropped low, still seated in the wheelchair, his dark eyes glinting with something unreadable.Perfect

Mask on, head down, Isla hurried out of the office and down the stairs.The second she stepped outside the hospital, Marcus was already waiting."Miss Bennett, the boss is waiting for you in the car.""I'm busy. Tell him not to wait." Isla kept walking.The last thing I need right now is to see Grayson Vale.She had to get to a hospital today, or Grayson would show up in her room again tonight and she couldn't risk missing her window before the seven-day mark. How am I supposed to face him after that?The consequences of him finding out she wasn't a virgin didn't bear thinking about.She'd figured it out the night before: whatever was wrong with Grayson's legs, the rest of him was in perfectly functional, entirely non-disabled condition.That thought alone kept her moving fast.Isla played it off like she was simply in a hurry.As terrified as she was of Grayson, she was more terrified of what would happen if this problem didn't get fixed.No. I am getting this done today. Today.Dete

Bianca's hand shot up again, ready for a second strike.Someone caught her wrist mid-air.Isla had her eyes shut, braced for impact the slap never came. Instead, she caught that unmistakable scent.Cool cedarwood, sharp and commanding.Bianca froze, her wrist locked in a grip strong enough to feel like it might snap. She opened her mouth to snap back at whoever had grabbed herThen turned, saw Grayson's cold, devastating face, and lost every word she'd been about to say.Isla opened her eyes just in time to see Grayson's hand wrapped around Bianca's wrist.Worse than being slapped: I'm apparently seeing this man's face in broad daylight, in my own family's living room, for no reason at all.She blinked hard, twice. He was still standing there.Not a hallucination. Just my personal nightmare, following me home."Ms. Bennett Mr. Vale sent me. He has some matters to discuss with your father." Grayson released Bianca's wrist, then unhurriedly pulled a folded handkerchief from his jacket a

Watching that particular scoundrel bolt out the door, Grayson had zero intention of lingering another second.But Bianca stepped in front of him, blocking his exit."Mr. Vale... you came here personally on Mr. Vale's behalf, which really must mean he cares deeply about my sister." Bianca positioned herself in his path, voice pitched with practiced shyness."Though at first she wanted nothing to do with him. All those rumors scared her off completely. We had to talk her into it for weeks. And today she actually came back bragging that her handbags are worth millions, that she 'married the right man.'" Bianca's expression radiated fake happiness on Isla's behalf.The implication was obvious: Isla hadn't wanted this marriage for love, she'd wanted it for the money. And a woman marrying for money was, obviously, the lowest kind of person imaginable."But honestly, if Mr. Vale cares this much about her, he must be a genuinely good man. Someone who values connection." Bianca layered in a su