Bound by the Billionaire's Command

Prologue

The silence in the penthouse was deafening, broken only by the clinking of ice in Alexander's glass of scotch. He was standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the city lights of Makati.

"Step into the light, Bianca. Let me see what five hundred million looks like," he commanded without turning around.

Dahan-dahan akong humakbang palapit. My silk dress felt like lead on my skin. When he finally turned, his gaze was like a physical touch—burning and unapologetic. This wasn't the boy I knew in college. This was Alexander Ethan Calder, the man they called 'The Executioner' in the boardroom.

"You look desperate," he noted, his voice dropping an octave. "And desperation looks... exquisite on you."

"Please, Alex. Let's just get this over with," I said, trying to keep my dignity intact.

He laughed, a low, dangerous sound that sent shivers down my spine. He walked toward me, his hand gripping my waist with a possessiveness that took my breath away. "Get it over with? No, Calista. We're just getting started. I waited five years for this. I'm going to savor every second of your surrender."