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Isabel finally broke the silence, calling out to me, but I was already gone, leaving Isabel to face the consequences of her actions alone. In the end, Isabel was left with nothing but her thoughts, replaying the conversation and wondering how it had escalated so quickly. She knew she had to make things right, but she didn't know where to start. The phone, still clutched in her hand, seemed like a tangible reminder of her betrayal, a symbol of the trust that had been broken.

My name: Anastasia Sanchez. “Oh no!” I grunt. I stare at the screen in disbelief, my mind tottering with questions and fears. Still with trembling fingers, I click its title, my heart pounding ever louder in my chest as I face my fears. As the book’s information loads, my eyes widen in shock, my breath is halted at my throat. There, in bold letters, is the announcement that’s beyond dreading—BONDED II WILL BE WRITTEN BY ANASTASIA (ALONZO) SANCHEZ, A GRADUATING STUDENT FROM ADAMSON UNIVERSITY AS PER AUTHOR AGNESS’ PERMISSION, along with a blurb that makes me wanna pass out.

Financial fraud, kickbacks, related‑party transactions, and embezzlement. These were threads my father already left behind. I only had to pull them, and everything else came out. Sean was not my dad. He would not hide everything the way my mom hid the truth during those three years in the ancient city. Sean was too foolish. He thought balancing the books meant no one would notice. He thought bribing auditors meant he was safe. He did not understand that nothing stayed buried forever. It took six months to complete the setup. During those six months, I never went home. I never saw my mother.

I reached the reading table. There was a book on it. Face down, open, the spine slightly worn from being held many times in the same position. I recognized the binding; I had seen books from this series before, in the palace library, part of a collection on the history of shifter bonds in Aetherwyn. I picked it up carefully and turned it over. The chapter heading at the top of the open page read: Suppressed Bonds and Their Consequences. I stood at the table in the quiet library and looked at that heading for a long time.

Hi there! 😊 I think someone may have left a comment on one of the chapters yesterday. I’ve been searching all morning and going through each chapter carefully, but I couldn’t find it. I’m so sorry about that! 😅 Thank you so much for reading my book; it truly means the world to me! 💖 Your support and time spent with my story make me so happy and super grateful!!! Big hugs, much love, O.J✨

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I’d do anything to be far away from Ross. I can’t allow him to blackmail me, i can’t be living in fear, i can’t date someone i don’t love and break the heart of the one i love. No, i’m going to tell Josh about everything Ross had told me. I’m sure he’ll have a solution. Ross is such a terrible friend, he’s a terrible human. He doesn’t deserve to be loved. I hurry to my locker and shove all my books in it. I move backwards in a bid to close my locker when it slams shut. I flinch in fear and look beside me to sight Ross.

"That's not going to work." Sebastian smirked. "The handcuffs are infused with magic and can't be broken. They didn't hold that feral vampire, but they will hold you." Helena stared at him defiantly, refusing to give in. Sebastian laughed as he watched her struggle.

He tossed his shirt aside and quickly ridded himself of his pants, while steeping out of his shoes when the jeans reached his ankles. Standing before him, I remained fully clothed, and Dan stood in all his glory completely nude. He had an aversion to boxers although I had no idea what it was. It was sexy, and I didn't care that he didn't do underwear. In fact, it turned me on that he didn't. He moved quickly, without faltering, stepping close enough to begin to undress me. But I halted him with my hand against his chest. He'd allowed me to watch, and I'd gladly do the same. He cocked his head to the side and smiled when I crossed my arms in front of my torso, taking the bottom of my t-shirt

Anyone that crosses me will rue the day they were born,I thought with a sinister smile. After untying my hands,I slowly crack my neck from side to side, reliving the kinks in my neck. I feel the fear in the air as I crack my bones. I slowly stood up from the chair I was tied to. A menacing grin on my face. I was a sight to behold. I grabbed the blindfold and with one single tug,I removed it. I opened my eyes slowly, taking a while to get used to the bright white light and the natural light filtering through the window.