All Chapters of Bound By His Name : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

37 Chapters

Early morning illness

Elias POVMy eyes fluttered slowly, heavy with the kind of sleep that felt more like passing out than resting. The room was bright — too bright.Reaching for my phone on the nightstand to check the time, a low groan escaped my lips. 11:57 am.“What…?” I muttered, sitting up quickly. The sudden movement sent the head spinning. “How is it already almost noon?”The time stared back in disbelief. Sleep never lasted this long before but lately… this pattern had become disturbingly frequent.Waking past ten, sometimes closer to noon, with the body feeling heavy and drowsy even after hours of rest. Eyes were rubbed, trying to shake off the thick fog.Thank God it's the weekend. That gives me less time to think about him. The moment of standing brought a strong wave of dizziness. The body felt both hot and cold at once. A terrible cold had settled deep into the bones overnight, with fever burning beneath the skin. My throat remained dry and scratchy. The back of the hand pressed against th

Stepmother

Elias POV“Jane! Who is that at the door?”The authoritative voice cut through the air like a whip. I felt my body tense instinctively. Even after five years, that voice still had the power to make my stomach knot.Aunt Jane’s face paled slightly. She gave my arm a gentle, reassuring squeeze before replying, “It’s Young Master Elias, Madame. He’s come to visit.”There was a brief, heavy silence. Then the click of heels echoed from the hallway. My stepmother appeared, dressed in a silk robe even though it was already afternoon. Her perfectly styled hair and makeup made her look as cold and flawless as ever. Her eyes narrowed the moment they landed on me.“Elias,” she said, her tone flat and laced with clear displeasure. “What a surprise. I didn’t expect to see you here. Especially unannounced.”I forced myself to stay calm, offering a small, respectful nod despite the fever making my head throb. “Good afternoon, Stepmother. I’m sorry for coming without notice. I only came to pick up so

Elias's death

Fred POVThe hitman took a long drag from his cigarette, blowing smoke toward the ceiling with that ugly, satisfied grin still plastered on his face. “Now that you’ve emptied your balls, rich boy… it’s time to talk real business.”I leaned back on the couch, still catching my breath, adjusting my trousers. The afterglow of fucking that tight little whore stayed, but my mind was already planning again. I wiped the sweat from my forehead and glared at him.Snapping at me, I muttered. "Finally, I didn’t come here to watch you get your dick sucked. Tell me the plan. And it better be good this time. I’m not paying you another cent if you fuck it up like last time.”The hitman chuckled darkly, flicking ash onto the floor. “Relax, Master Fred. This one’s solid. Damien is still digging around, but I’ve found a way to point him in the wrong direction. We’re going to feed him a nice, juicy lie.”I narrowed my eyes. “What kind of lie?”He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, still holding the ci

Pregnant?

Fred POVStepping out of the car and slamming the door harder than necessary. The meeting with the hitman had left me energized. The plan was solid this time. Elias’s days were finally numbered. A dark smile tugged at my lips as I walked into the house, my shoes echoing against the marble floor.“Jane!” I shouted rudely the moment I entered the living room. “Where the hell is my mother? Call her down now!”The old hag appeared quickly from the side hallway, looking nervous as always. “Young Master Fred, welcome back. Madame is upstairs, I’ll—”“I said call her!” I snapped, cutting her off. “Don’t make me repeat myself. Tell her her son is home.”Jane bowed slightly and hurried upstairs. I tossed my jacket onto the couch and loosened my tie, still riding the high from earlier. That young whore had been a nice distraction, but business was what mattered now.A few moments later, the sound of heels came down the stairs. My stepmother appeared, her face lighting up with that fake sweet s

Family betrayal

Elias POVAunt Jane’s steps faded as she left the office with my stepmother. The heavy silence in the office felt strangely out of place.Father watched me with that familiar unreadable expression as if thinking of telling me some dark secrets. I placed the folder neatly in front of him and waited.“Elias,” he began, leaning forward slightly. “The building project has progressed well under Fred’s leadership. I need you to hand over all remaining aspects of your current projects to him.”I swallowed hard but nodded without hesitation. “Yes, Father. I understand. I’ll prepare all the documents and hand them over to Fred by tomorrow.”Father gave a small nod of approval. “Good. That’s the kind of cooperation I expect from you.”He paused for a moment, then continued, “There is also something else. You will be attending to a very important customer soon. I need you to be extremely cautious around him, do not make any mistakes. He could be our uprise and downfall.”My stomach tightened. “W

Mother's Arm

Elias POV Stumbling out of Fred’s room, the hallway blurred through the tears I could no longer hold back. My chest felt like it was being ripped apart with every breath. The fever burned hotter than ever, but it was nothing compared to the agony of betrayal now tearing through me.Before I could reach the stairs, voices rose from below. Father emerged, walking alongside Aunt Jane and my stepmother. Fred — already dressed — stepped out of his room right behind me, his face pale but quickly twisting into fury.“Elias!” Father’s voice boomed through the hallway. “What in God’s name is going on here? I heard shouting all the way from my office!”I turned slowly to face them all. My entire body trembled as I looked straight at my father, the man I had spent my whole life trying to please.“Father…” My voice cracked badly. “Is it true? Did you know about this? About Fred paying someone to rape me? About him wanting me to get pregnant? Was that why you always hated me? Was that what you

Not my Fault

Fred POVThe front door slammed shut behind Elias with a deafening bang, the sound echoing like a final insult.I stood there, chest still rising and falling heavily, trying to keep my expression neutral even as adrenaline pumped through my veins.The silence that followed was thick and uncomfortable. I could feel everyone’s eyes staring deep into my soul — Father’s angry and suspicious gaze, Mother’s curious one, and Aunt Jane’s wide, terrified stare.Father turned to me slowly, his face dark with fury and confusion. “Fred. What the hell just happened? What rape is Elias talking about? Explain yourself right this moment.”I shrugged, adjusting my shirt collar casually as if the entire confrontation had been nothing more than a minor inconvenience. “Nothing important, Father. Elias is just being dramatic again. You know how he is — always playing the victim, always looking for attention.”Father’s eyes narrowed in doubt. He took a step closer, voice dim and threatening. “Don’t you dar

Life is bitter

Elias POVThe mansion gates faded behind me as I walked down the street. Tears streamed down my face without stopping, mixing with the cold sweat from my fever. Every step felt like walking through thick mud. My chest ached so badly I could barely breathe.How could they do this to me?Fred’s words kept repeating in my head like a nightmare I couldn’t wake up from. He had planned it. He had paid someone to rape me. He wanted me to be pregnant so the whole world would reject me. And Father… he had known something was wrong with me all along but still treated me like this.I hugged the bag of documents tighter to my chest, even though they no longer mattered. Nothing mattered anymore.My phone started ringing. It was Emily. I stared at the screen for a few seconds before answering with a shaky voice.“…Hello?”“Elias!” Emily’s voice was frantic. In the background, I could hear her moving quickly — drawers opening, things being thrown around, keys jingling. “What the hell did you mean

Unconscious

Elias POV“Elias!”I lifted my head slowly, vision blurry from tears and fever, as she rushed toward me with an umbrella. Her shoes splashed through puddles, and her face was filled with pure panic and worry.“Oh my God, Elias!” She dropped to her knees right in front of me on the wet pavement, not caring that her clothes were getting soaked. The umbrella was quickly positioned over both of us as she grabbed my shoulders. “What are you doing?! Sitting here in the rain like this? You’re burning up!”I could only stare at her, my body shaking violently from the cold and fever.“Emily…” My voice came out hoarse. “I… I have nothing left.”She pulled me into a tight hug, ignoring the rain and how wet I was. “Don’t say that. You have me. You’ve always had me. Now get up. We’re getting you out of this rain right now.”I didn’t move. I couldn’t. The weight of everything kept me glued to the cold ground.Emily pulled back slightly, cupping my face with both hands. Her eyes were red, like she

Hospital

Elias POVA beeping sound slowly pulled me from the darkness. My eyelids felt impossibly heavy, like they were being pressed down. I tried to move my fingers first, then slowly forced my eyes open. The bright white ceiling of a hospital room came into focus. The smell of antiseptic and clean linen filled my nose, mixed with the faint scent of rain still clinging to my memories.I was lying on a hospital bed, an IV drip attached to the back of my hand. The thin tube disappeared upward into a clear bag hanging on a metal stand. My body felt weak, heavy, and strangely sensitive.Emily was sitting right beside the bed in a plastic chair, her eyes red and swollen from crying. The moment she noticed my eyes open, she leaned forward quickly, relief washing over her face.“Elias… thank God,” she whispered, her voice cracking. She reached out and gently patted my arm, careful not to disturb the IV line. “You’re awake. How do you feel?”I swallowed, my throat dry and painful. “Like… I got hit

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