Todos los capítulos de Bound in Silver and Scars: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 6

Valkyrie's POV The plastic test strip was in my numb fingers.Two pink lines.I pressed my back firmly against the wall of the darkened shopfront, my chest rising and falling as the icy rain kept on beating down around me. My hand moved instinctively downwards and came to rest with my palm flat on my lower abdomen. Under the damp fabric of my coat, under my shivering skin and muscles, a secret was taking hold of Kaelen's blood.Our baby.A sob was about to burst free and tear through my throat, but I pushed it down, suppressing the sharp, metallic taste of pure panic. Only three hours earlier had I practiced exactly how I would tell him. I had imagined his eyes growing gentle, that rare and stunning smile which, as a rule, took weeks of persistent persuasion to get out of his quiet, serious manner, the way his big, warm hands would cover mine when I gave him the news. We were meant to be building a real life on the foundation of the ashes from our paper marriage.Rather, he look

Valkyrie's POV Twenty-four hours earlier. The air in the tea room in South Yarra was sweet, heavy with the smell of crushed chamomile and costly silk. Outside, Melbourne's skyline remained dry and was illuminated by the pale gold of a fading autumn afternoon, totally ignorant of the storm which was waiting to tear my life apart. Victoria Vance was sitting across the low marble table. She held her porcelain cup with a carelessness that was at the same time terrifying, her platinum blonde bob cut so precisely that it appeared to have been carved from ice. Everywhere you looked, there was the show of her vast wealth, from her perfectly tailored blazer to the large diamond band on her index finger. She had not touched her tea at all; she just stared at me with those pale blue eyes, which were cold and completely lacking any human warmth. “You're five minutes late, Valkyrie," she remarked, her voice smooth and almost melodic, at the same time having the force of an iron hammer

Kaelen's POV In Melbourne, the rain had finally ceased, so that the sky just before dawn was the colour of a bruised plum; fifty stories down on the asphalt, the streetlights reflected off the wet pavement as if it were spilled ink.I was in my corner office at Vance Global, the glass cold against my forehead, holding a glass of Scotch I hadn't touched for hours. The door of the boardroom behind me was slammed open, the leather chairs scraping noisily against the hardwood."He's still in the room," barked Arthur Vance, my uncle and senior board director, into his phone. He shut the door with a loud metallic click, the sound echoing like a gunshot in the quiet room.“Kaelen, turn around and look at the board!” I stayed where I was because I didn't want to turn around; turning around would have meant looking at the monitors fixed to the wall, which showed the trading halts, and that meant facing the red ticker symbols scrolling without interruption across the bottom of the screen.VAN