The Bound Between Us

Chapter 818

Monica parked her car in the lot outside her apartment building, cut the engine, grabbed her purse, and headed toward her building. The streetlights cast long shadows on the pavement, stretching her silhouette-until she noticed another figure, just at the edge of the light. Instinctively, she glanced back and nearly jumped out of her skin.

"Whoa! You scared me!" she blurted out.

It was Alisa.

Alisa was wrapped up in a tracksuit, hood pulled low over her face, hands shoved deep in her pockets. She looked wrecked, like she hadn't slept in days.

Desperation had finally pushed Alisa here-debt collectors were at her door, and she didn't know where else to turn.

Monica stared, surprised. "Alisa? What are you doing here?"

about Jason.

blinked, then broke into a laugh. "Did I hear you right? Alisa, you can't

honestly amused. She'd had men try to scam her for money before, but a woman? This was

you. Jason is worth way more than that, right? I'm being fair. Next time,

out of here before I lose my patience. Who do you think you are, trying to blackmail me? There are only two women in this world I'd ever spend money on my mom and Ana. You really thought you'd get

started toward her building, but Alisa grabbed her

really not going to pay? Don't you love Jason? Don't you want

Monica yanked her arm free. "I don't owe you anything. Jason isn't some piece of property you can sell. If there's going to be any talk of dowries, it'll be Jason's mon talking to me.

gentle-the perfect homemaker type. That changed the moment she learned about Alisa's schemes to split her and Jason up. Monica figured she was

fact: Monica could easily pay millions,

Monica's arm tighter. "I've changed my mind. I want five hundred thousand. If you don't pay I'll make sure Jason can't show his face atthe police station. He'll never get promoted. My husband died saving Jason. If you hadn't shown up, Jason would still be looking after us and I wouldn't owe all this money. This is your fault. You

time I met you, you came out of the kitchen with a casserole, looking all sweet and quiet. Once I caught on to your games, I kept my distance. I'm not the type to chase after someone else's man. But now? You're just using Jason. That's not love-it's pathetic. If you actually cared about him, you wouldn't want to ruin his