All Chapters of Unbound: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

LUNA"Ever since you kissed me on the beach," he said, his voice low and rough, "I've imagined you naked all the fucking time."I couldn't breathe."You dreamed of me?" I whispered.He didn't answer with words. He lowered his head and pressed his lips to my collarbone. Soft. Reverent. Like I was something sacred."Every night," he murmured against my skin. "Every fucking night, Luna. In my bed. In the shower. In my office while you sat there annoying me with your nonstop talking. Everywhere."I shivered. "That's—""Pathetic?" He laughed against my skin. "Obsessive? Insane? Yes. All of it."His lips moved higher, trailing up my neck. "You have no idea what you do to me."His hand cupped my breast, his thumb brushing over my nipple. I gasped. The sensation shot through me like lightning, sharp and electric."Tell me," I breathed.He pulled back just enough to look at me. His eyes were burning. "Tell you what?""Tell me what I do to you."He stared at me for a long moment. Then his hand

LUNAHis hand immediately caught my injured ankle. His entire body went still.“Does this hurt?”I stopped fighting. His voice had changed.Completely.Concern.Genuine fucking concern.And just like that, my anger weakened.Damn him.“It's fine.”“You were limping yesterday.”“I was not.”“You were.”“I walk dramatically.”“You're impossible.”“And yet you're carrying me.”He adjusted his grip around my legs and continued upstairs.I tried pushing my hair away from my face.“Fuck you!” I screamed.“That’s your best?”I scowled even though he couldn’t see me. “That’s the only cuss word I know.”“Of course.”“Where are you taking me?”“My room.”“Why?”“So you stop getting stupid ideas.”“Dating Marco isn't stupid.”“It is when you're Luna.”“That's offensive.”“Good.”I gasped. “You know what? I think this relationship is moving too fast.”His steps stopped.I immediately realised what I'd said.Slowly, he turned his head.I couldn't see his face properly from upside down, but I knew.

ALESSANDROA spatula landed at my feet. Then a cutter. Then a lamp.I moved just in time to avoid a pen holder flying past my head.“What the fuck?”“DON’T WHAT THE FUCK ME!”The next thing she threw was a cup. It shattered against the wall.The ceramic collection Theresa cleans every day, despite no one using it, is now broken into shards on my living room floor.Theresa was going to have a heart attack.“We had a deal!” Luna screamed from the kitchen. “You got your answers, and now you’re sending me back to my father!”“I never said that.”“You implied it!”“I did not.”“You fucking did! Marco told me everything.”She grabbed another cup.“Luna.”“You don’t keep your word. You have no fucking honour!”“Put that down.”“No.”“Dove.”“I hate you!”She threw it. I caught it.Her eyes narrowed. “Stop catching things.”“Stop throwing things.”“Stop being a lying, manipulative, emotionally constipated piece of shit!”“Feeling better?”“Fuck you.”“Original.”She looked around. I immediate

LUNAI slumped on the edge of Sandro’s mattress. He was never going to let me go. All of it was a lie. I was stupidly getting ready to marry him, hoping that freedom awaited at the other end of the door.Honestly, for everything he had done, including giving up on his father, I didn’t know how to react to Remi’s confession.God, I am such an idiot.I fell back on the mattress, groaning. My hands found a nearby pillow. I took it and pressed it to my face.“If I weren’t kidnapped, I would have become what I was raised to be all these years—a trophy wife. No college. No freedom. No respect. Just a womb to produce babies.”Sandro lifted the pillow. “You are too young to have kids.”I scowled. “Didn’t you hear everything I have said? Your main concern is that I am too young to have kids? Am I not too young to get kidnapped?”He thought about it for a moment. He actually thought about it.“No. Matias is.”I have no words to say. What Sandro did was wrong. What my father or Jacob—not sure wh

LUNAHana was sitting in the living room, talking animatedly with Matias. The kid was blushing and smiling at everything she had to say. Meanwhile, Sebastian stood beside Hana, glaring at a twelve-year-old.She wore a caramel-brown ribbed sweater tucked into a high-waisted black skater skirt, sheer tights stretching down to a pair of black lace-up boots. She had cut her bangs. And damn, she looked so cute. Her grey eyes—the same eyes as mine—shone brightly whenever she smiled.I looked down at myself. An oversized sweater and black leggings, both a size bigger than me. The only shoes I owned were the white ones Sandro brought.I have never felt ashamed in my own skin. But now, I can’t help but feel embarrassed. She was so put together, and I looked like a mess.“What are they doing here?” Sandro muttered behind me.When Hana looked at me, her smile widened further. She waved at me. Sebastian gave me a small smile. Having them here gave me equal parts of hope and despair.Because with