All Chapters of Bounded To My Playboy Billionaire Boss : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Stacey’s POV;I stood at Richard's gate, my heart racing with uncertainty. Should I knock or just turn and run? The urgency etched in his voice echoed in my mind, gnawing at my insides. What could possibly have made Richard to call me like this? Chad couldn't have told him about our secret — could he? I mean, what would he even gain for that? I raised my hand slowly to knock, only to pull it back hesitantly against my black suit skirt. No way. I couldn’t do it. If Chad thought revealing my supposed betrayal would hurt Richard, he had another thing coming. After all, Richard and I were merely just faking this whole engagement thing, feelings weren’t involved.I placed my hand on the doorbell again, my palms trembling with trepidation but time I pressed it firmly. The chime echoed like a clarion call in the stillness, and after a few agonizing seconds, the gate creaked open. Taking a deep breath, I stepped inside the vast, luxurious compound. It loomed before me, taller and fiercer

Stacey’s POV;I still couldn’t believe we were actually in Toronto, Canada. From the moment we landed, the air felt different—electric and alive. Every gust of wind seemed infused with the spirit of this vibrant city, bursting with the bubbly energy of its bustling people and rich culture. As we drove to our hotel, I couldn't help but stare wide-eyed, drinking in the sights flashing by. Richard had made a shocking move, by not just sponsoring a movie that he approved but also insisting on tagging along with the filming team. This was unusual; typically, the company would just approve the script, provide funding, and leave the filming process entirely to the independent crew. But for some reason, Richard was determined to be involved on set. “The movie script really got me,” he’d claimed, his enthusiasm radiating off him like warmth from the sun.We arrived at the prestigious Four Seasons Hotel, its reception hall, enormous and adorned with exquisite tiles and glass that sparkled un

Stacey’s POV;“What are you so scared of?” Alex boomed, his voice trembling with emotion, fists clenched tight as if he were holding back a flood of feelings. “Why are you so scared to let me in?” The desperation in his gaze pierced right through. But she couldn’t face him—not now. She turned away, her heart racing, the weight of his words suffocating. She began to walk away, needing space, but then he grabbed her hand, gently yet firmly, forcing her to confront him.“You can’t run away from this for too long, you know,” he murmured, turning her face to meet his intense eyes filled with anguish. The world around them—the bustling zoo, the vibrant colors of the animals—all seemed to fade into oblivion. “Why won’t you just allow yourself to feel?”His question hung in the air, heavy and charged, causing every nerve in her body to quiver. She searched his eyes, trying to find the answer that eluded her. “Because I don’t know if I can trust you.” His grip loosened as she slipped away, da

Stacey’s POV;It was our final two weeks in Toronto, and we were at our final shooting location, standing at the foot of the CN Tower—its towering presence made everything around it seem so small. As I gazed up, I couldn’t wrap my head around its staggering height of 1,815 feet. It felt unreal that just a few days ago, I was expected to walk across glass floors on the 113th floor like it was a casual stroll in the park. “You guys are safe,” Jace, our guide, had assured us as I hesitantly stepped onto the glass with Summer clinging to my arm. Below us, the building sprawled endlessly, an exhilarating view that both thrilled and terrified me. “Don’t worry,” I said, trying to calm Summer even though I couldn’t entirely convince myself. The sight beneath us was enough to make anyone’s heart race. Thankfully, we wrapped up shooting on that terrifying level within seven days, moving up another thirty-three stories, where things felt a little less insane—and a whole lot prettier. The who

Richard’s POV;"You still haven’t gotten any leads?" I thundered angrily, my voice laced with frustration. "It’s already been two freaking days now; is this how you guys operate?" I challenged the police officer over the phone, my tone harsh and accusatory. "We’re doing our best, sir," he tried to defend himself, but I wasn't in the mood for excuses. "Then do better than your best. The next time we speak, let it be because of good news." I slammed the phone down and sank onto the couch in the room. My eyes drifted over to Stacey’s door, and my heart sank lower than the Titanic."Just where on earth are you?" I mumbled to myself, flinging the phone onto the table like it could magically conjure answers and resting my back against the couch, the restlessness evident on my face. Today marked the second day since Stacey had gone missing—mysteriously vanished after stepping out to take a call at the restaurant that day. I had tried her number multiple times, only to be met with the irri