Bound by Duty to Dante Greyson
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Chapter 7 Seven img
Chapter 8 Eight img
Chapter 9 Nine img
Chapter 10 Ten img
Chapter 11 Eleven img
Chapter 12 Twelve img
Chapter 13 Thirteen img
Chapter 14 Fourteen img
Chapter 15 Fifteen img
Chapter 16 Sixteen img
Chapter 17 Seventeen img
Chapter 18 Eighteen img
Chapter 19 Nineteen img
Chapter 20 Twenty img
Chapter 21 Twenty One img
Chapter 22 Twenty Two img
Chapter 23 Twenty Three img
Chapter 31 Thirty one img
Chapter 32 Thirty Two img
Chapter 33 Thirty Three img
Chapter 34 Thirty Four img
Chapter 35 Thirty Five img
Chapter 36 Thirty Six img
Chapter 37 Thirty Seven img
Chapter 38 Thirty Eight img
Chapter 39 Thirty Nine img
Chapter 40 Forty img
Chapter 41 Forty One img
Chapter 42 Forty Two img
Chapter 43 Forty Three img
Chapter 44 Forty Four img
Chapter 45 Forty Five img
Chapter 46 Forty Six img
Chapter 47 Forty Seven img
Chapter 48 Forty Eight img
Chapter 49 Forty Nine img
Chapter 50 Fifty img
Chapter 51 Fifty One img
Chapter 52 Fifty two img
Chapter 53 Fifty Three img
Chapter 54 Fifty four img
Chapter 55 Fifty Five img
Chapter 56 Fifty Six img
Chapter 57 Fifty Seven img
Chapter 58 Fifty Eight img
Chapter 59 Fifty Nine img
Chapter 60 Sixty img
Chapter 61 Sixty One img
Chapter 62 Sixty Two img
Chapter 63 Sixty Three img
Chapter 64 Sixty Four img
Chapter 65 Sixty Five img
Chapter 66 Sixty six img
Chapter 67 Sixty seven img
Chapter 68 Sixty Eight img
Chapter 69 Sixty Nine img
Chapter 70 Seventy img
Chapter 71 Seventy One img
Chapter 72 Seventy Two img
Chapter 73 Seventy Three img
Chapter 74 Seventy four img
Chapter 75 Seventy Five img
Chapter 76 Seventy Six img
Chapter 77 Seventy Seven img
Chapter 78 Seventy Eight img
Chapter 79 Seventy nine img
Chapter 80 Eighty img
Chapter 81 Eighty One img
Chapter 82 Eight Two img
Chapter 83 Eighty Three img
Chapter 84 Eighty Four img
Chapter 85 Eighty five img
Chapter 86 Eighty Six img
Chapter 87 Eighty Seven img
Chapter 88 Eighty Eight img
Chapter 89 Eighty Nine img
Chapter 90 Ninety img
Chapter 91 Ninety One img
Chapter 92 Ninety Two img
Chapter 93 Ninety Three img
Chapter 94 Ninety Four img
Chapter 95 Ninety Five img
Chapter 96 Ninety Six img
Chapter 97 Ninety Seven img
Chapter 98 Ninety Eight img
Chapter 99 Ninety Nine img
Chapter 100 Hundred img
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Chapter 5 Five

ANASTASIA POV

I gulp, my gaze settling on his frosty eyes. My brain screams at me to speak, to give him a reply, but my heart pounds in my chest urging me to flee.

I take a deep breath, steadying myself. "I... I don't," I stutter, my voice barely a whisper.

I gulp again, daring to meet his icy gaze. His eyes narrow as he crosses his arms across his chest, expression unreadable, just watching me.

I shrink back in fear, glancing down at the folder. As my father's new finance officer, I know this number is impossible. Yes, we made money, and yes, I come from a wealthy family-but not this much.

"I'm sure you know what decision to make, Miss Anastasia," he says, his voice low.

He turns around, leaning forward to grab his phone, distracting himself and finally allowing me to breathe. His taut back moves swiftly as he walks past me.

I pause, the scent of his cologne filtering into my nose, making my heart race.

"You can stay as long as you desire. Enjoy the facilities," he says, his voice polite though his words are anything but.

"I will see you later."

He stops right beside me, turning his gaze to mine. My heart stops.

"Mrs. Dante," he nods with a sly smirk before continuing his walk. The double doors pull open and then shut, leaving me alone in the room.

My heart immediately picks up again. I breathe out a heavy sigh and clutch the file tightly.

"I need to figure this out," I whisper to myself, rushing out.

At the company, I get straight to work, trying to find a way to avoid this deal while still saving everything.

I bite my lip, staring out the window. Night has fallen.

I sigh, spinning in my chair. The office is empty. I glance at the clock.

"2 a.m.," I mutter, shaking my head at the absurdity.

I had the best birthday ever. I saw a man kill another. I felt this instant attraction to him but also wanted to grab a gun and shoot him in the face. He arranged a marriage with my father to pay off debts, and now here I am at 2 a.m. trying to save the company.

"All in forty-eight hours," I mutter, rubbing my head.

Ding! My phone lights up.

I frown. Even Bianca would be asleep at this time. "Who could that be?" I spin my chair toward it. Another ding flashes across the screen.

I grab my phone and my eyes widen at the message.

Diamonds? Emeralds? Or maybe Rubies?

It's followed by three photos of delicate engagement rings, each nestled in a navy blue box, long elegant fingers holding them.

My eyes catch on the leather watch wrapped around his wrist.

A shiver runs down my spine. "Dante Greyson," I whisper.

Do you make a habit of messaging women at 2 a.m.? I type quickly, sliding my finger across the screen. I hit send before I can stop myself.

Annoyance floods me at his audacity. I haven't even agreed to your proposal yet, Mr. Greyson, I mutter in exasperation.

But as soon as I send it, I regret it. "I should've ignored him," I whisper. Too late now.

His reply comes instantly. I guess you'll have all three then.

My heart races.

Goodnight, Mrs. Dante.

Goosebumps rise across my skin.

Time passes. I go home. The next day, I take Matteo to the hospital to see our father.

"You should listen to your sister," my father tells him with a small smile. My mother stands nearby, on the phone.

Matteo nods eagerly.

"Wait outside. I want to speak to your sister," my father coughs, making my mother rush to his side with water.

I glance at them-my mom feeding him, the way they look at each other with pure love.

My heart breaks. If I accept Dante's proposal, I'll never have this. Never have true love.

I sigh heavily, drawing their attention.

"Ana," my dad whispers softly.

"I'll do it." My voice is steady, my expression hard as I nod.

"I have to be here for the family, to help us in some way. If that includes marrying Dante Greyson, then I'll do it."

They breathe a sigh of relief, sharing a look.

"I'll inform him as soon as I can," my father says quickly.

"I have to go," I blurt, turning away. "I have dinner with Bianca."

I leave immediately, Rupert driving me home.

As soon as I step through the doors, Bianca's smile greets me.

She's like the sister I never had-playful, annoying, always convincing me to do reckless things.

"Madam CFO," she teases, bowing.

"You need to stop calling me that," I laugh, following her upstairs.

"Did you pull out a dress for dinner?" I raise a brow.

She gasps dramatically. "How can you ask that? Girl, I didn't pull out a dress-I bought you a whole new outfit." She giggles, pulling a shopping bag from behind my door.

I arch a brow, already suspicious.

"I hope it's not one of those scraps of fabric you call a dress," I say dryly.

"Shut up. You'll wear it," she smirks.

I chuckle at her antics. Soon, we're dressed and ready.

I'm in a short red dinner dress; Bianca's in a skimpy blue one.

The restaurant greets us with dim lighting and a luxurious atmosphere. We sit near the balcony, the most exclusive section.

"Good evening, ladies. I'm Vivian, your server. Can I start you with water or appetizers?" she asks.

Bianca orders white wine.

Vivian returns, balancing the bottle in one hand-and in the other, a bouquet of rich red roses, delicately wrapped in white paper.

I frown, turning to Bianca and then back to Vivian. "I didn't order these."

Vivian smiles, dimples deepening. "They're from the gentleman outside." She pauses.

"He said they're for Mrs. Dante."

Bianca's eyes narrow. She looks at the flowers, then at me, her mouth falling open. Slowly, her gaze shifts to the only man sitting outside on the balcony.

My heart races as he turns his head, piercing blue eyes locking onto mine.

My chest flutters. I rip my gaze away, clutching my wine glass, desperate to hide my racing pulse.

"Mrs. Dante?" Bianca echoes, eyes darting between his broad back and my face.

                         

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