Bound by lies Trapped by Desire novel Chapter 60

Two weeks draped by a snail’s pace, each day bluing into the next in a haze of monotony and aching hands.

Leouldn’t cool, couldn’t write. Hell, I could barely undo the buttons on my own clothes without looking like I was trying to defuse a bomb blindfolded The only highlight of the past few days was that my coursework hadn’t suffered.

Which was a miracle in itself,

Somehow, despite the chaos, I was managing to keep up. My trusty nabe–recorder app–which converted class audio into legible notes–had become my I was grateful had enough foresight to install it before, although I had previously used it for listening to my notes while working or doing chores

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The professors didn’t seem too sympathetic, and missing classes at this point in the semester, any more than I already had, could’ve spelled disaster. Especially now, with finals looming and my graduation on the line

It was supposed to be a triumphant year. The end of the road. Closure. Freedom.

And yet…it didn’t feel like any of those things.

I was graduating soon. That was a fact. But what came after?

Before all this, I had a plan. A very practical, normal, painfully predictable plan. Finish my degree. Apply to every car manufacturing company that would take me–Velhaven Motors, Mobilus Auto, even maybe an internship at LEGACY if got lucky. My dream had always been to design my own line of vehicles, something sleek yet affordable, but I’d been realistic.

A stable corporate job was always the safer rouse and honestly the ONLY route for me. Maybe do some freelance designing on the side. But that was it. I still had a debt to pay and couldn’t afford to waste my time and energy on unpaid internships and building more experience or connections.

But then Nikolai entered the picture.

And the plant it twisted. Morphed.

At first I had believed that by the end of the year I would have saved enough to pay the debt and then I would have a little freedom to explore the job market and do what I wanted. After all, my monthly allowance of ten thousand would end after our divorce. So I would still need a proper job soon after

But then that conversation in the car happened, the one I kept playing in my head like a broken vinyl. What if we don’t divorce

He’d said it. He’d meant it.

So now what!

What the fuck was I supposed to do now?

My original plan had never included being the wife of a billionaire with enemies. Even with Dmitr, nothing was ever this highkey. I didn’t have to worry about constant eyes on me when I went out. Nor think about people constantly mentioning me in news articles, etc. But knew even this was very controlled by Nikolai. He tried to always keep things as lowkey and comfortable for me as he could.

But that didn’t change the fact that even he kept people around me. Yes, I hadn’t met them yet. But he definitely had people following me around

Anyways, back on topic. How was I supposed to think straight when just one glance from him made my knees buckle harder than a worn–out suspension spring!

sighed and adjusted the throw pillow under my arm, shitting on the couch. My hands still throbbed sometimes, but the itching beneath the bandagens told me they were healing. Thank god. Because if I had to deal with Princess for even one more day, I might actually combust.

Yes. That was her real name. I had asked her

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Who the hell marmed then Aid Princessh

She was a competent initse. Very sweet, actually, Attentive, efficient, didn’t hover unnecessarily but the way she looked at Nikolai. Like he was a show offorbidden chocolate cake and she was on a diet that she was dying to cheat on

I hadn’t said anything but of politeness. Or maybe because i didn’t want to gun him reason to call me jealous and insecure. Like Dmitri used to.

Bit varier this week, Loverheard her talking to her friends on the phone. Not in person on speaker, like a moron. Laughing and giggling about how hat my husband was. My hinband.

She hadn’t said it to my face, no. But did it really matter?

I hadn’t called her out for it. Mostly because I didn’t want to cause unnecessary drama. But as soon as the bandages were off, she was out. That was the

deal

Speak of the devil

led my eyes before could stop myself.

Princess sauntered into the living room, hips swinging slightly more than necessary, and my brows climbed of their own accord. Her uniform today wasn’t her skal blue scrubs. No, now it was pink. Not just pink–tight pink Clinging to her like a second skin. Her long, brown hair was still damp, clearly just washed, but now styled into a glossy blowout that framed her face ke she was about to audition for a shampoo commercial

She gave me a bright, dimpled smile

“Shouldde your hair now?” she asked, her voice sweet. “It’s still wet, and I don’t want you to catch a cold.”

didn’t want her anywhere near me actually.

forced a neutral tone “No thanks, I’ll let it air dry. Leave the brush on the sofa.”

She blinked, clearly not expecting the cold response. “Are you sure? I can do it-

The bell ring

And the lit up like a goddamn Christmas tree.

Before I could even blink, she spun on her heel and hurried toward the door, practically prancing

Igre my jaw so hard I thought my teeth might crack,

What was this? A pomo? “Hot Cheating Billionaire Husband Comes Home to Sexy Nurse? Where were the cameras? The sultry seriously, what happened to workplace professionalism?

And then he walked in.

And just like that my initation melted

soundtrack? And

Nikolai stood framed in the doorway, tall and broad shouldered, dressed in his usual business casual–dark slacks, white button–up shirt rolled at the sleeves, a black cout draped over his forearm. He had a bouquet in one hand. Deep red roses wrapped in brown parchment and twine.

And my breath caught

He moved straight toward me like I was the only thing in the room. Asil Princess didn’t even exist

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