All Chapters of Bound To His Obsession: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Silence stretched between us, thick and heavy, charged with a tension so sharp it felt like it could cut through the expensive air of the penthouse.Kiel stood by the bedroom door, one hand still resting on the handle, the other holding his suit jacket over his arm. He looked at me, his grey eyes dark and gleaming, like a predator who had just found out his prey was not only capable of running… but capable of biting back.“I undress for no one but myself,” I had said.And I meant every word.I stood my ground in the middle of the vast living room, my chin held high, the heavy wedding gown still clinging to my body like a second skin. I did not look away. I did not fidget. I let him look, let him study me, and made sure he saw exactly what I was: not a frightened bride, but a woman who had just walked into a war zone and was already planning her strategy.A slow, dangerous smile curved his lips. It wasn’t the polite, charming smile he wore for the cameras. This was raw, unfiltered, and

The heavy click of the bedroom door closing echoed through the penthouse, leaving me alone in the vast, silent living room. I stood there for a long time, staring at the polished floor, my mind racing with everything Kiel had said. Rules. Control. Ownership. He spoke as if I were nothing more than a valuable asset he had acquired, a prize he had spent years waiting to claim.But he didn’t understand—possessing someone’s body was easy. It was the heart and mind that were impossible to hold. And those, he would never get.I walked slowly toward the floor-to-ceiling windows, my reflection staring back at me—a woman dressed in silk, surrounded by luxury, yet caged more tightly than any prisoner in a dark cell. Outside, New York City glittered under the afternoon sun, millions of people moving freely, living their lives, unaware that just fifty floors above, someone was fighting to keep her identity alive.I traced the cool glass with my fingertips. It was thick, unbreakable, crystal clear

Life inside the penthouse had settled into a strange new rhythm. It was a world filled with every luxury imaginable—soft silk sheets, fine meals, and views of the city that looked like a painting. But for me, it was also a gilded cage. It was beautiful, it was safe, and it was everything most people would dream of having. Yet no matter how pretty it was, I could still feel the bars holding me in. Every morning started exactly the same way. I would wake up to soft light coming through the glass walls, and before I could even open my eyes all the way, I knew someone was there. Sometimes it was Elena, my kind maid, standing quietly by the bed with fresh clothes and a tray of breakfast. Other times, it was Kiel. He would be leaning against the doorframe or standing by the window, watching me wake up. His eyes were always sharp and intense, like he had been waiting for hours just to see the moment I opened them. He never wasted time with small talk. He would walk straight to the bed,

The morning sun hit the glass walls, painting the whole room in bright gold. I woke up not to silence, but to the smell of fresh coffee and the sound of papers shuffling nearby.Kiel was already there. He sat on the edge of the bed, fully dressed in a sharp grey suit, looking over a tablet screen. When he noticed me moving, he put it down immediately.“Good morning, partner,” he said, that familiar smirk playing on his lips. But there was something new in his tone—respect. Equality.I stretched slowly, sitting up and pulling the sheet up to my chest. “Partner? That’s a big word. Are you sure you’re ready to share the throne?”He laughed, a low, rich sound, and leaned closer. “I didn’t build an empire alone, Riah. And I don’t plan to rule it alone either. Especially not now that I know exactly what you are capable of.”He reached out, brushing a strand of hair away

The invitation was sent exactly as I had asked.It was short, formal, and left no room for misunderstanding. I wrote every word myself, sitting at the heavy oak desk in the secret archive room, with Kiel standing silently behind me, his hands resting on my shoulders. I could feel the tension rolling off him in waves, but he didn’t say a word. He had promised to follow my lead, and for the first time in his life, the man who controlled everything was letting someone else hold the reins.Mr. Julian Vane,You have asked for me. You have claimed to know the truth. You have said you wish to free me.Come then. Come to Ashford Tower. Come to the home you say is my prison. Come and see for yourself what I am, who I am, and where I stand.I will be waiting.— Azariah AshfordWe sent it through channels we knew he monitored—encrypted emails, private messengers, places Elias told me were watched by Vane’s people. We didn’t hide it. We didn’t disguise it. We wanted him to know exactly where we w