All Chapters of Bound In His Bed : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

15 Chapters

The Kidnap

‎The van came to a halt in the dimly lit alley, its tires grinding against the gravel. Emily had been walking home from her late night shift at the diner when the black panel van pulled up beside her. She barely had time to scream before a rough heavy hand clamped over her mouth, and another pair of arms wrapped around her waist, yanking her inside. The door slammed shut, and the vehicle moved forward, leaving the streetlights fading behind.‎‎Inside, the air was thick with the smell of stale sweat and motor oil. Emily thrashed against her captors, her nails scraping at the arm over her face, but it was no use. A sharp prick in her neck made her vision blur—some kind of sedative. Her limbs grew heavy, her struggles weakening until darkness swallowed her whole.‎‎When she woke, her head throbbed, and her mouth tasted like cotton. She was in a moving vehicle again, but this time, it felt different. No van hum, but the smooth rumble of tires on pavement. Her wrists were bound behind he

The Mistake

‎Tears streamed down her face as she relented. His cock pushed past her lips, filling her mouth with its salty taste. Victor groaned, thrusting forward until the head hit the back of her throat. She gagged, saliva dripping down her chin, but he held her head steady, fucking her face with short, brutal strokes.‎‎"That's it, take it all," he grunted, his hips snapping. Emily's jaw ached, her tongue pressed flat against the underside of his shaft. He went deeper, making her choke, but he didn't stop until he was satisfied. After a few minutes, he pulled out, strings of spit connecting her lips to his glistening cock.‎‎He flipped her over onto her stomach, yanking her hips up so her ass was in the air. The skirt bunched around her waist, leaving her pussy exposed and vulnerable. Emily clawed at the sheets with her bound hands, trying to crawl away, but Victor pinned her down, his weight crushing her.‎‎"No more games," he said, positioning himself behind her. The head of his cock nud

Wrong Girl

‎The sound of the message was soft.‎‎Too soft for something that would split the room in half.‎‎His phone lit up in his hand.‎‎He glanced down casually at first.‎‎Then he froze.‎‎Not dramatically. Not visibly shaken. But something in his expression changed — something subtle and lethal.‎‎Her breath was still uneven. Her body still trembling from everything that had happened. She watched him through heavy lashes, expecting indifference.‎‎Instead, she saw calculation.‎‎His jaw tightened.‎‎His eyes darkened.‎‎He read the message again.‎‎Two words.‎‎Wrong girl.‎‎The air shifted.‎‎She felt it before she understood it.‎‎He slowly lowered the phone.‎‎Then he looked at her.‎‎Not the way he had before.‎‎Not like prey.‎‎Not like punishment.‎‎Like a problem.‎‎“Who are you?” he asked.‎‎Her brows pulled together. “You know who I am.”‎‎His gaze sharpened. “Say it.”‎‎The tone wasn’t loud.‎‎It was controlled.‎‎That scared her more.‎‎“Emily,” she s

The Game Tightens

‎Emily Vale sat on the edge of the sleek leather chair, her fingers wrapped tightly around the thin hospital-like blanket Victor had given her. The room was quiet, almost sterile, but it wasn’t empty. Every shadow, every faint click of the security cameras, reminded her she was trapped—but not in the way she had been before. Now it felt more calculated. Strategic. Like she was being observed as much for who she was as for what she might know.‎‎The soft hum of the air conditioning seemed louder than it should have been. She tugged the blanket closer, refusing the clothes that had been delivered earlier. Not out of pride. Out of defiance. She would not let him buy her compliance with silk shirts and cashmere sweaters. If he thought that would soften her, he was mistaken.‎‎Victor Laurent entered the room without knocking. That calm, controlled step, the kind that always made people instinctively straighten their posture, was exactly the presence that had haunted her since she’d woken

The First Move

‎Elena Vale stared at the phone in her hand long after the message had been delivered.‎‎You weren’t supposed to touch her.‎‎The words glowed coldly on the screen before the message status shifted to sent.‎‎For a moment, the apartment was silent except for the faint hum of electronics and the distant noise of traffic outside the window.‎‎Elena slowly lowered the phone onto the desk.‎‎Her heart wasn’t racing.‎‎Her breathing wasn’t panicked.‎‎Instead, a familiar calm settled over her mind—the same cold focus that had guided her through every risky job she had ever taken.‎‎Because panic didn’t solve problems.‎‎Strategy did.‎‎And right now, Emily was the problem.‎‎Or rather… Emily had become the leverage.‎‎Elena leaned back in her chair and ran a hand through her short dark hair, staring at the glowing laptop screen in front of her. Lines of encrypted data scrolled slowly across the monitor, reflecting faintly in her sharp eyes.‎‎Victor Laurent had taken the wrong

The Invitation

‎Victor Laurent stared at the glowing screen of his phone, his expression unreadable.‎‎*Release my sister.*‎‎Three simple words.‎‎Yet they carried enough defiance to make the entire room feel charged.‎‎Across from him, Adrian Kane stood with his hands clasped behind his back, waiting for Victor’s reaction. The control room remained silent except for the low hum of monitors and the rhythmic tapping of keyboards as his security team continued scanning for Elena Vale’s digital signature.‎‎Victor read the message again.‎‎Then, slowly, a smile curved across his lips.‎‎Not amusement.‎‎Recognition.‎‎Elena Vale had finally stopped hiding behind encrypted shadows.‎‎She had made contact.‎‎And that meant she was either desperate enough to risk exposure—‎‎Or confident enough to think she had leverage.‎‎Both made her dangerous.‎‎“Sir?”‎‎Victor slipped the phone into his pocket.‎‎“Trace the number.”‎‎One of the technicians immediately obeyed, fingers flying over th

The "Not So" Wrong Girl

‎Sleep refused to come.‎‎Emily lay on her side, staring at the ceiling as shadows stretched across the room.‎‎The estate was unusually quiet tonight.‎‎Not peaceful.‎‎Tense.‎‎Like a storm gathering somewhere beyond the horizon.‎‎Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the black SUV parked beyond the gates.‎‎Every time she tried to convince herself Victor Laurent was manipulating her, she remembered the look in his eyes when he told her those men weren't his.‎‎For the first time since her abduction, she wasn't entirely sure who the enemy was.‎‎And that terrified her.‎‎With an irritated sigh, Emily threw the blanket aside and climbed out of bed.‎‎Maybe walking would help.‎‎The digital clock beside the bed read 1:17 a.m.‎‎The hallway outside was empty.‎‎Most of the estate had gone quiet hours ago.‎‎Emily slipped through the door and started walking.‎‎She wasn't trying to escape.‎‎Not tonight.‎‎She just needed air.‎‎Space.‎‎Anything to stop her thoug

The Girl in the File

‎Morning arrived without peace.‎‎Emily hadn't slept.‎‎Every time she closed her eyes, she heard the guard's voice again.‎‎> Then Adrian Kane is dead.‎‎‎‎The words echoed through her mind like a warning.‎‎The kidnapping hadn't been a mistake.‎‎Someone had wanted her.‎‎Specifically her.‎‎And somehow, Adrian Kane was connected to it.‎‎Emily sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the pale sunlight creeping through the curtains.‎‎Fear should have been the strongest emotion she felt.‎‎Instead, it was anger.‎‎She was tired of being moved around like a piece on someone else's board.‎‎Tired of secrets.‎‎Tired of being the only person in the room who didn't know what was happening.‎‎By the time she stepped into the hallway, she had made a decision.‎‎She was done waiting for answers.‎‎She was going to get them herself.‎‎‎---‎‎Victor looked up from his desk when his office door swung open without warning.‎‎Emily marched inside.‎‎For a brief moment, sur

Project E.V.

The message appeared on Emily's phone at 2:13 a.m.A phone she wasn't supposed to have.A phone she had found hidden inside a drawer two days ago and kept for herself.The screen lit up in the darkness.Unknown sender.Only four words.Do you remember the lake?Emily sat upright instantly.Her pulse slammed against her ribs.The lake.No one knew about the lake.Not Victor.Not anyone in this estate.Only one person would send that message.Elena.Her fingers trembled as she stared at the screen.For a moment, she was thirteen again, sitting beside her sister on a weathered wooden dock outside their foster home's property. They'd spent entire summers there, making promises they barely understood.One memory surfaced with startling clarity."If we ever get separated," Elena had said, "I'll ask you about the lake."Emily swallowed hard.It was her.Elena was alive.And somehow, she had found a way to reach her.Emily quickly typed.Where are you?The message failed.Blocked.Intercepted

Phase One Complete

‎The cursor blinked against the screen.‎‎Once.‎‎Twice.‎‎Three times.‎‎Elena Vale stared at the newly decrypted file, her fingers hovering over the keyboard.‎‎Something felt wrong.‎‎Not the kind of wrong she'd felt when she discovered Adrian Kane's involvement.‎‎Not the kind of wrong she'd felt when she realized Emily had been under surveillance for years.‎‎This was different.‎‎Older.‎‎Darker.‎‎Like she had just opened a door that should have remained locked.‎‎Taking a steady breath, she clicked the next document inside Project E.V.‎‎The file opened immediately.‎‎Medical reports.‎‎Psychological evaluations.‎‎Observation records.‎‎Hundreds of pages.‎‎Her eyes scanned the first page.‎‎Most of the information had been redacted.‎‎Names blacked out.‎‎Locations erased.‎‎Dates partially hidden.‎‎Only fragments remained.‎‎> Subject remains stable.‎‎‎‎> Continue observation.‎‎‎‎> No signs of activation.‎‎‎‎Elena frowned.‎‎Activation.

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