All Chapters of The Night That Bound Us: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Sarah’s chest tightened as she stared at the message on her phone.“Dinner tonight. 8 PM. We need to talk.” — GregThose four words made her stomach twist.Greg never said we needed to talk… unless something was wrong.Behind her, Ann’s voice cut through the silence.“You’re still going to tell him, right?”Sarah swallowed hard, her fingers tightening around her phone.Two years.Two whole years of hiding the truth.And tonight… she had promised.“I’ll tell him,” she said quietly, though the words felt heavier than they should.Ann studied her face, unconvinced.“You said that last time.”“This time is different.”It had to be.Greg needed to know about Emily.Sarah’s composure cracked, and her voice trembled as she spoke again.“What if he leaves… like the others?” she whispered, tears already gathering in her eyes. “I love him so much, Ann.”Ann’s expression softened immediately. She got up and moved closer, wrapping a comforting arm around her shoulders.“Hey… don’t cry,” she said

Sarah woke slowly, her body reluctant to leave the warmth and comfort of her bed. For a few quiet seconds, she lay still, staring up at the ceiling, her mind suspended somewhere between sleep and awareness. Then it came again—that strange, unsettling feeling in her gut. It was faint, but persistent, like something was about to happen, something she couldn’t explain.“Sarah!” Ann’s voice rang out from the kitchen. “Don’t tell me you’re still in bed!”Sarah groaned softly as she dragged a hand over her face and pushed herself upright. “I’m up!” she called back, though her voice lacked conviction. She sat there for a moment, exhaling slowly before forcing herself out of bed. Maybe it was nothing. Just nerves.Three weeks had passed since she started work, and somehow, she had settled in. The job was not as overwhelming as she had expected; if anything, it had been relatively calm. Her boss had not resumed, so she spent her days assisting other departments, organizing files, learning syst

Sarah stared at him, convinced she had heard him wrong.“Excuse me?”Calvin’s expression didn’t change.“Feed me.”For a moment, Sarah simply blinked at him. Surely she had misunderstood. But the longer she looked at him, the more she realized he was completely serious.A frown formed on her face.For the past three weeks, she had done everything possible to remain professional. She had tolerated his cold attitude, his dismissive remarks, and his endless attempts to make her uncomfortable. But this was ridiculous.“Sir,” she said carefully, forcing herself to stay calm, “I don’t think that’s appropriate.”Calvin folded his arms across his chest.“And why is that?”Sarah stared at him in disbelief.“Because I’m your personal assistant.”“And?”“And feeding you is not part of my responsibilities.”A brief silence followed. Calvin merely looked at her with that same calm, unreadable expression that always managed to irritate her. It was as though she was explaining something perfectly ob

The aroma of frying eggs and toasted bread filled the apartment as Sarah moved around the kitchen. It was one of the few mornings she had woken up without the crushing anxiety that had followed her for days. Her thoughts still drifted occasionally toward Hart Holdings and the mess she had left behind, but she pushed them away each time they surfaced. There was no point dwelling on a decision she had already made.She was arranging slices of bread on a plate when her phone buzzed on the counter.Absent-mindedly, she picked it up and glanced at the screen. The moment she opened the notification, her brows furrowed. Then her eyes widened.“What?”Quickly wiping her hands on a kitchen towel, she opened the email properly and began reading.Her heart started beating faster with every line.Luc’s Enterprises had reviewed her application.Not only had she been shortlisted, but they wanted to schedule an interview.For a moment, she simply stared at the screen, convinced she was reading it wr

By the time Calvin pulled into the driveway of his parents’ home, the sky had turned a deep shade of blue, and the estate was illuminated by soft golden lights. He glanced briefly at the dashboard clock before switching off the engine and leaned back against the seat for a moment.He was late.Again.The realization wasn’t surprising. Most evenings seemed to end the same way lately—buried beneath meetings, reports, and responsibilities that never truly seemed to end.Straightening his tie, he stepped out of the car and headed inside.The familiar warmth of home greeted him immediately. The rich aroma of dinner drifted from the dining room, accompanied by the sound of laughter and conversation. For a brief moment, some of the tension that had settled permanently across his shoulders eased.It was a feeling he rarely allowed himself to enjoy.The moment he entered the dining room, however, he knew his late arrival had not gone unnoticed.His mother looked up from her seat and frowned.“