Bound To The Broken Alpha (Amy and Daniel) novel Chapter 276

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Daniel drove in silence, but it felt like he was giving me room to sort through the noise in my head.

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The city slipped by the window in streaks of color, but my brain was fixed in one direction only: Mark, Clara, their lies. Everything he thought he was getting away with.

When we pulled up in front of Carter Holdings, he put the car in park and let out a quiet huff. “Are you sure you’re ready to work?”

“I’ll survive,” I said. “I need something to occupy my mind before I do something reckless.”

His brows lifted slightly, the way they always did when he was reading between my lines. The man didn’t miss much.

I pushed open the door, stepping out of the car, letting the calmness of the office building swallow the lingering chaos inside me. It worked better than I expected.

Being back at work calmed me. The glass, the marble, the familiar scent of coffee and printer ink… normal stuff. I needed something normal today.

Daniel joined me as we walked inside. “You look calmer he said, almost surprised.

“I am,” I admitted. “Because I’ve made up my mind about something.”

He waited, patient.

“I want to look into Mark’s company,” I said. “Everything. Finances, partnerships, operations–whatever’s behind the curtain. If there’s anything shady, I want to know.”

He looked at me then. Not as Daniel the CEO, but Daniel my husband who had seen enough messes to recognize when someone was about to make one.

“And your intention?” he asked.

“I’ll let you know when the time comes.”

“Amy.” His voice dropped just a notch, warm but firm. “I don’t want you acting out of anger.”

That annoyed me a little, but only because he wasn’t entirely wrong. “I’m more sensible than you think,” I said. “I’m not going to go burning buildings.”

He cracked a smile. “That’s not the bar I was setting, but I’m glad we’re above arson.”

I rolled my eyes, and he stepped closer, pulling me into a hug. The kind that didn’t ask questions–just anchored.

“If you need someone to talk to,” he murmured, “I’m here. Always.”

For a second, the fight inside me softened. Then he pulled back just enough to meet my eyes.

“But in the meantime, I’m assigning a discreet lawyer.” He continued. “And a PI. Someone good. They’ll get you the information you need without you crossing any lines.”

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of the company–or you.”

I exhaled. He wasn’t being controlling. He was being protective in the most professional way possible. Practical. Always thinking ten moves ahead.

“I understand.” I said.

He seemed relieved at that.

A few minutes later, as I was settling in behind my desk, my phone rang. Unknown number, but somehow I knew exactly who it was.

“This is Amy,” I answered.

“Miss-” the man paused, then corrected himself. “Amy. My name is Lawson. I’m the lawyer assigned to your case. Mr. Daniel briefed me. We’ll be working alongside the PI he selected.”

“Great,” I said. “I need to find anything–anything at all that Mark is doing wrong. I need evidence.”

“Well,” he said, voice calm but with that confidence lawyers love to wear, “you’ve got the right man. My job is to stay invisible until we strike. His job is to gather the threads. And yours is to sit tight and let us handle the dirty work.”

I liked his tone. Direct, efficient. The exact opposite of Mark’s slimy charm.

We talked for a while–details, expectations, the scope of the investigation. Once the call ended, I leaned back in my chair, tapping my fingers lightly on the wooden surface.

This was happening. Finally.

But before I went spiraling into revenge mode, I glanced down at my outfit and grimaced. Everything about today felt like a restart, but my wardrobe definitely didn’t match that energy.

I needed a change–not for anyone else, but for myself

“Cole,” I called out.

He stepped inside instantly. “Yes, ma’am?”

“Take me to the boutique.”

“Right away.”

The drive was quick. The boutique smelled of new leather, soft perfume, and quiet luxury.

I let my hands glide along fabric, picking out structured dresses, sharper silhouettes–pieces that made me feel like the version of myself who didn’t apologize for breathing.

While I browsed, Cole lingered by the entrance like a statue carved from loyalty.

I was flipping through a rack of blazers when a voice drifted through the store.

A voice I knew.

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A voice that once made my skin crawl and now made my blood itch.

I froze.

No. It couldn’t be.

But the universe liked drama, apparently.

I turned.

And there she was.

Clara.

The woman who had slapped me, humiliated me, lied with a straight face, and smiled while doing it—as if cruelty was something she practiced in front of her mirror.

Her presence hit me like a spark dropped in dry grass–fast, hot, uncontrollable. A flare of anger shot through me, lighting up every nerve.

She hadn’t seen me yet, but that didn’t matter. My body reacted on instinct before my brain caught up.

All the memories, all the insults, all the manipulation–every piece of her I hated–came rushing back.

Her face turned. Her eyes met mine.

“What is a woman who has lost a child called?” she asked coldly like she was purposely getting on my

nerves.

That made my blood boil so much that I landed a hard slap on Clara’s face.

Clara recovered quickly, of course. Women like her always bounce back from embarrassment because their shame receptors died a long time ago.

“You hit me?” she hissed, hand still pressed dramatically to her cheek. “Are you insane?”

“That’s rich coming from you,” I said. My voice didn’t shake. It didn’t even rise. It came out calm–cold, almost bored. The kind of tone that tells the other person they aren’t even worth the adrenaline.

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