Bound By A Broken Night novel Chapter 160

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Chapter 160

Ashton stopped.

Kai stopped beside him, perfectly still.

“Thank you, everyone, for coming,” Ashton began, his deep voice carrying effortlessly across the vast hall without needing to be raised.

Instant silence fell.

“Tonight marks a significant moment in my life,” he continued.

“As the only son of the Pierce family, the responsibility of continuing our lineage has always rested heavily on my shoulders.” His gaze swept across the audience–calm, controlled, dominant.

Kai remained unmoving, eyes forward, absorbing everything without a flicker of discomfort.

“With the demands of leading a multibillion–dollar corporation, building a family of my own was not simple,” Ashton went on.

“It required patience. Faith.”

A pause. The air tightened.

“But sometimes… miracles happen.”

His imposing demeanor shifted then–just slightly. His hand moved to rest on Kai’s shoulder, firm yet affectionate.

He looked down at his son. And Kai looked up at him.

A small, knowing smile touched the boy’s lips calm, steady, fearless.

Cassie’s breath caught.

“A miracle that gave me my prince,” Ashton said, his voice resonating deeper now, pride unmistakable.

“My son.”

The hall felt suspended in time.

“Heir to the Pierce legacy.”

He turned fully toward the crowd, his hand steady on Kai’s shoulder.

“Kai Pierce.”

The name echoed like a declaration of sovereignty.

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Blinding flashes of camera lights erupted instantly, illuminating the father and son in bursts of white brilliance. Gasps turned into applause. Applause turned into thunder.

But amid the frenzy of flashing lights and stunned murmurs, Ashton and Kai remained composed.

Unshaken.

Their smiles were subtle–but commanding.

Identical. Like father. Like son.

And below, Cassie felt something swell in her chest so fiercely it almost overwhelmed her.

Pride.

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Vindication.

Love.

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She watched as Ashton guided Kai down the remaining steps and into the sea of Bay Chy’s most powerful figures. The crowd parted instinctively, drawn not only by the CEO–but by the child beside him.

And what astonished them even more than the resemblance… was the boy’s bearing.

At six years old, Kai carried himself with an imposing calm that many grown men struggled to master. His back was straight, his steps deliberate. When Ashton introduced him to prominent businessmen and political figures, Kai extended his small hand with steady confidence.

His handshake was firm. Measured. Respectful.

He did not cling to his father’s side. He did not fidget. He met gazes directly.

“My little man is making me so proud,” Drie leaned closer and whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

But Cassie couldn’t answer. Her throat had tightened.

Her eyes shimmered–not with weakness, but with overwhelming awe.

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She stood there, watching her son claim his place among titans, as if he had been born for it.

Perhaps he had.

She watched him from afar as one watches a king in the making–stepping into a domain that would one day bow to him. A territory carved by his forefathers. An empire he would inherit.

And in that moment, Kai did not look like a child stepping into unfamiliar territory.

He looked like someone returning to where he belonged.

But the reverent atmosphere shifted abruptly when a cluster of eager figures pushed their way toward father and son.

“Hello, little man!” Maricris chimed, her voice overly bright, almost theatrical.

“May I have the honor of introducing myself as your cool aunt?”

Kai paused mid–step and looked up at her.

Not confused. Not intimidated. Simply… assessing.

“I’m Aunt Maricris,” she continued enthusiastically.

“Your father’s cousin. I can’t wait to play with you!”

Her excitement was palpable, bordering on excessive.

Kai remained composed.

He did not immediately respond. Instead, his gaze shifted to Ashton–silent, questioning.

Ashton gave him a subtle nod.

Kai turned back to Maricris, offering a reserved, polite smile.

“Nice meeting you, Aunt Maricris,” he said clearly, his voice calm and steady.

Then, to everyone’s quiet surprise, he gave a small, respectful bow.

The gesture was refined. Intentional. Gasps of admiration rippled around them.

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But before Kat could straighten fully, Maricris leaned forward and wrapped him in an unceremonious hug “You’re too formal! We’re family,” she laughed, gently patting his cheek.

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