All Chapters of Bound To The Wolfe: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

DREA I looked everywhere in my room for that photo. It was just…gone. The sun had barely risen when I sat up on my bed with a huff, staring at nothing in particular. I could barely sleep a wink last night. I jumped at any sound I heard throughout the night thinking that someone would just pop out from any corner. Paranoid? Definitely. Who would’ve been in my room? Would Philip have taken it? I doubted it. Why would he? I reached for my phone on the empty nightstand and scrolled through my contacts before my eyes landed on Philip’s. Dialing it, I heard the phone ring five times before I got a response. “Drea. It’s 6 am.” He groaned, his voice groggy with sleep. “I’m sorry. I just had a question for you.” I apologized. “Yeah, sure.” He sighed. “Are you okay though?” He asked “Yeah yeah.” I waved him off. “Were you in my room when I wasn’t at home yesterday?” I asked “Your room?” He asked, his voice evidently confused. “No. I didn’t visit the house yesterday.” He started

DREA Ethan Wolfe? August’s dad? He knew my father? How? August said my dad was his business associate. Not his father. Was that how August knew Dad? Through his father? Wait. Did Ethan Wolfe also force August into this arrangement? My heart was pounding against my chest as I clutched the photo in my hand. “What are you doing?” I quickly folded the photo of the three musketeers and stuffed it in my pants. I jolted up after hearing that voice. I turned around to be met with the scowling face of Ivanka, who looked…two shades too dark. Her fake tan was…really evident. Her eyes scanned the dozens of photos scattered across the floors, her eyes widening as the realization hit. “You—” She started, rushing towards me with that look in her eyes. Rage. I backed up towards a wall where she gripped my arm tightly. “Why did you go through my things?” She hissed, and I could smell the tequila on her breath. Who drinks tequila during the day? I squirmed, trying to ease her grip o

CHAPTER 10 DREA “I hope you all are preparing well for your final exams.” I heard Professor Black’s muffled voice from a distance, even if we were in the same classroom. It definitely sounded muffled because my mind wasn’t focused on this class at all. I kept replaying what happened that night in my mind. •Flashback• “Drea.” I heard a familiar voice say from above me as my body shuddered in fear. I slowly peeped up, my eyes trailing over the person from toe to head. Black vans. Blue jeans. Black T-shirt. And the person's face— I gasped. It was Philip. His face held worry as he squatted to my level, taking in my state. My body relaxed, my heart beat slightly reducing. I was safe. I looked beside me to see my snacks that were now soiled with dirt. I really wanted those. “Are you okay?” He asked, his eyes scanning my appearance. He gripped my elbows and pulled me up with him. I had to steady myself by holding the door frame because my legs felt like jelly. My eyes loo

DREAI can’t believe I’m here again. I thought as Ian knocked on August’s office door.“Come in.” I heard him say.Ian pushed the door open, and we both walked in.Dressed in a well-tailored grey suit, August was sitting behind his desk, typing something on his computer.Unlike the other day, he had on reading glasses that rested at the bridge of his nose.Damn!He looked up from what he was doing and took off his glasses, looking directly at me.“Thank you, Ian.” He said firmly. Ian smiled at me before turning around and exiting the room.I walked closer and took a seat in front of him.An awkward silence settled in before I cleared my throat.“How are your finals coming along?” He asked, inching closer slightly.“Pretty good.” I lied.The finals were killing me. Literally. I hadn’t slept in two days.He nodded, leaning back on his seat.“Have you made your decision?” I asked.“First off.” I reached into my bag and pulled out the photo of our dads together.I placed it on the desk an

DREA “Drew!” I heard someone whisper from behind me. It was a voice I knew very well. I turned around and saw a boy. He looked older than me but was still young. His hand went over my mouth as he dragged me behind the sofa. What was going on? Why were we hiding? The only sound that could be heard was rain rapidly hitting the ground and the occasional thunder from the sky. It was the middle of the night and I just come downstairs for a glass of water. His hand stayed over my mouth, looking into my eyes, and placing his index finger over his lips. He was telling me to be quiet. My face contorted into a frown upon seeing that. Why did I have to be quiet? I began to struggle from his grip but he held me in place, shushing me. I froze when I heard something. Or someone. And it was not us. Heavy footsteps were heard walking from the back patio into the living room. It was slow…and dangerous. I looked at the boy in front of me, his eyes looking at the person moving around t