BOUND TO THE BILLIONAIRE’S CONTRACT
"You have this face that drives men absolutely psycho, don't you? There were plenty of gorgeous girls at the altar, but the second you walked in wearing your sister's veil, my entire world stopped. Everyone wanted a piece of you. They wanted to rip that dress right off your body."
His iron fingers trail down my jaw, pinching my chin hard.
"Not knowing you already belong to me."
I swallow hard, my breath completely caught in my throat. My stomach turns to actual ice.
He steps back, settling onto the edge of his massive king-sized bed with ease. He lets his dark silk robe hang wide open, exposing his rock-hard chest, spreading his legs apart like a king, which I guess he is...
And then, his voice turns completely lethal.
"From now on, Elena Jones, you are mine to use. Mine to play with. Mine to do with as I please in this bedroom."
The words hit me like a heart attack.
"Your body belongs to me. Your mind belongs to me. Your soul belongs to me."
He smirks, his dark eyes locking onto mine with pure fury and hunger.
"I own you."
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Chapter: Chapter 69The medical bay sounded like an ER after a multi-car pileup on the turnpike. Monitors were beeping like crazy, rubber gloves were snapping, and somebody kept yelling for more saline rolls while the heavy metal double doors slammed back and forth. I was sitting on a cold stainless steel stool in the hallway right outside, hugging my knees tight to my chest. The fluorescent lights overhead buzzed, throwing this flickering, sick-looking glare across the gray linoleum floor. My knuckles were completely white. I had one hand stuffed deep inside the right pocket of my oversized gray hoodie... fingers wrapped so tight around that stolen silver USB drive that the aluminum edges were digging deep into my palm. My heart was beating like a jackhammer against my ribs, lol. If anyone looked at me too close, they'd see the absolute panic in my eyes. But right now? Nobody was looking at me. They were way too busy trying to keep the head of the mafia family from leaking out onto the floorboards.
Last Updated: 2026-08-17
Chapter: Chapter 68My cheek was glued to the rough denim over Alexander's thigh, every single bump on the Interstate vibrating straight through my teeth. I could feel the cold brushed aluminum of that stolen drive pressing hard against my hipbone, tucked under the elastic band of my leggings. It was digging in so sharp it was practically bruising me, but I didn't dare move an inch. If I shifted, if he heard the tiny scrape of metal against fabric, I was done. Dead before the toll booth. The SUV’s heater roared, blowing stale, dry air across my neck. Outside, the storm was turning into thick sleet, slamming against the windshield with heavy, dull thuds. Alexander’s hand was still resting in my damp hair, his thumb barely moving against my temple. It wasn't a gentle touch... not really. It was the way a guy holds onto something he isn't sure he can trust, but can't bring himself to drop either. "We're crossing the river," he said, his voice deep and scratchy, rattling through his chest right where my
Last Updated: 2026-08-17
Chapter: Chapter 67The door clicked open about twenty minutes later, breaking me out of my spiraling panic attack. Alexander climbed into the front seat, letting out this dark, ragged breath as he pulled the heavy door shut behind him. He looked like he’d just dragged himself straight through hell. His black tactical vest was smeared with grease, soot, and fresh blood. His jaw was locked tight, his chest rising and falling in heavy, uneven rasps. He didn't look back at me. He just reached down, grabbed a white microfiber towel off the floorboards, and started wiping dark red fluid off his knuckles. "Is... is he dead?" I asked, my voice barely making a sound over the heavy hum of the dashboard heater. Alexander paused, his thick fingers tightening around the bloody rag. He looked up, catching my eyes in the rearview mirror. "He's breathing," Alexander said softly, his tone completely flat. "Barely. Viktor is wrapping him up in a tarp and putting him in the third truck. He’s coming back upstate with
Last Updated: 2026-08-17
Chapter: Chapter 66Freezing cold rain was pelting down on my head, my fuzzy socks were soaked through with filthy driveway puddle water, and Alexander was staring at me like he was about to rip my soul right out of my ribcage. His heavy hand was clamped on the back of my neck, his thumb pressing so hard into my jawline I could feel my own frantic pulse bouncing against his skin. "I... I told you," I stammered out, my teeth loudly chattering, rain stinging my eyes. "I overheard Rossi. In the foyer. Before Viktor dragged me back upstairs." Alexander didn't blink. Not once. Rain was running down his dark hair, dripping off his nose, mixing with the dark, ugly blood smearing across his Kevlar vest from where his chest stitches had split completely wide open. "Rossi didn't know what was on that drive," Alexander said, his voice dropping into this deadly, quiet murmur that made the hair on my arms stand straight up. "He knew it belonged to Julian. He knew it was worth money. But he didn't know the serial
Last Updated: 2026-08-17
Chapter: Chapter 65Alexander didn’t say another word after that terrifying little declaration. He just threw me into the back seat of the middle armored Escalade, slammed the heavy door, and locked it from the outside. So yeah, lol, I was officially a hostage on a full scale mafia assault team. The SUV smelled like fresh leather, weapons oil, and sheer panic. My panic, mostly. I scrambled over to the blacked-out window, watching through the heavy tint as Viktor practically lost his mind outside in the garage. Viktor was pacing, slamming his radio onto his tactical vest, barking Russian into a handheld radio while eight heavily armed guys in full black body armor moved around him like clockwork. They were racking bolts on assault rifles, shoving extra magazines into their vests, and strapping night vision goggles to their helmets. It looked like something straight out of a video game, except these guys weren’t digital avatars. They were massive, silent, and looked ready to tear down a building with t
Last Updated: 2026-08-17
Chapter: Chapter 64Alexander didn’t rush me. He didn’t draw his piece or start yelling. He just kept coming, his black leather boots making these heavy, deliberate *thuds* on the oil-stained concrete. My heart was hammering against my collarbone like a trapped bird. I backed up until my spine hit the driver’s side door of the idling Escalade, my hands completely frozen behind my back. The heat coming off the running V8 engine behind me was intense, but I was shivering. Pure, raw panic, lol. He stopped right in front of me. Two feet away. Close enough that I could see the sweat glinting on his collarbone and the dark, angry shadows under his eyes. His black t-shirt had a fresh patch of red blooming right over his left ribcage... the man was literally tearing his stitches open just to cross the room. "Where are you going, Elena?" he asked. His voice was terrifyingly low. Soft. Like he was talking to a stray dog that might bite. "I..." My throat was completely dry. I swallowed hard, trying to get my
Last Updated: 2026-08-17
Chapter: GoneJace's POV Atlanta felt way too small all of a sudden. Every street brought back Charlotte. Every pause, every quiet moment, reminded me she was gone. After leaving Zena's apartment, I barely slept. My mind just kept playing everything she confessed. The lies, the manipulations, those fake DNA results. Charlotte crying while everyone turned on her. Even me. Especially me. As soon as morning hit, I was already driving across the city. When I stopped outside Monarch Lounge, I just stared at it for a minute. It looked exactly like it did the first night I met Charlotte. Fancy lights, loud music sneaking out the doors, rich people pretending to have a good time. Crazy how one night can tear your whole life apart. I walked in. The manager spotted me instantly. "Mr. Norman," he said, already looking uneasy. I ignored it. "I'm looking for Charlotte Hayes." He blinked. "Charlotte?" "Yeah." He frowned. "I haven't seen her in months." "When's the last time?" He shrugged. "Right be
Last Updated: 2026-07-24
Chapter: Shattered TruthsJace’s POV“Why?”I practically roared across the apartment.Zena flinched back against the wall, but I didn’t care. My head felt like it might explode. I still had the original DNA results balled up in my hands.“The child is mine.” My voice was cold. I stared straight at her. “Why would you do this?”She opened her mouth, measuring her words. “Jace—”“No.” I jabbed a finger at her. “No more lies.”She sucked in a shaky breath. “I can explain.”“Then explain!”The words just flew out of me, way louder than I meant. She flinched, stepping back.Everything ran through my head again. Charlotte, sobbing in that hospital room. My father shoving her out the door. Me just standing there—useless—as she pleaded with me.And all along, Zena knew.“You stood there and let them tear her apart,” I said. My voice sounded rough now. Hollow.“You let everyone call her a liar.”“It wasn’t supposed to go this far,” she cut in fast, almost desperate.I let out a sharp, humorless laugh.“Not supposed t
Last Updated: 2026-06-26
Chapter: The Original ResultJace’s POV The second Zena whispered in my ear, my mind just—blinked out. Empty. Gone.“I’m ready now, Jace.”I turned to her, slow, still catching up. “Ready for what?”She slid her fingers slowly across my chest, then stepped around until she was right in front of me.“Ready to stop pretending.”The way she looked at me made the room feel like it had shrunk. Everything warmed up. Or maybe it got more dangerous. It's hard to tell.For weeks, everything between us built up, quiet but insistent. All those long talks. The late-night calls that always went on too long. She listened, really listened, especially when nobody else bothered. She always seemed to know just what to say—or when not to say anything at all.And after everything that happened with Charlotte… Mallory vanishing like she never existed… my dad turning into someone I barely recognized… Honestly, I was just wiped out. Bone-deep tired.Zena stepped closer and set her hand against my jaw. “You’re overthinking again.”I ga
Last Updated: 2026-06-21
Chapter: Ghosts That StayedJace’s POVThe garden felt colder than usual.I stood there, staring at my father, waiting for him to crack. Just say it’s crazy, I thought. Admit this is all nuts.He didn’t. Instead, Mr. Norman poured himself another drink, as smooth as ever.“There is no Mallory,” he said again, almost bored.I laughed, but it came out rough. “I dated her for years.”He just shrugged. “You entertained a distraction for years.”“That’s not the same thing.”He looked so relaxed. My head was splitting in two.“She was pregnant.”“So she claimed.”“I saw the DNA results.”He didn’t even blink. “Documents can be created.”I couldn’t help staring at him.“You think somebody faked an entire pregnancy?”He stayed calm. “I think emotional people believe whatever they want to believe.”That answer hit something raw in me. God, I hated how calm he sounded. Like he always knew more than me.I stepped in, voice dropping. “What did you do to her?”He met my eyes and smiled. Not friendly, just faintly amused.“Ja
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Chapter: Who Is Mallory?Jace’s POVI went back to the café.Same building. Same tables. That never-changing jazz still trickling out of the speakers.The waitress from last week glanced at me without recognition—like I was just another customer.“I’m looking for someone,” I said. “Mallory Kane. Blonde. Sits by the window.”She frowned, polite but blank. “Sorry, sir. I don’t know the name.”I just stared.“She was here with me.”She gave me that uncomfortable, customer-service smile. “A lot of people come here.”I yanked out my phone. Opened my texts.Nothing.Every message Mallory ever sent—gone. The whole conversation just wiped out, like it’d never happened.Pressure squeezed my chest.I checked my calls. Nothing there, either.And that’s when panic set in—not dramatic, more like this steady, crawling dread that gets inside your head and starts pulling out questions you don’t want to ask.I left and drove straight to Mallory’s apartment building.The elevator dragged upward, way too slow. My nerves burned
Last Updated: 2026-06-20
Chapter: INVISIBLEZena’s POVI hated Mallory.Not because she was smarter than me. I could handle that.I hated her because she was slipping out of reach.I watched from inside a parking garage, arms folded, as one of my men tucked a weapon into the back of a shiny black SUV.“You know the plan?” I asked.He gave a curt nod. “We grab her after the spa. In and out.”“And her guards?”“We handle them.”He sounded sure. Too sure. That should’ve set off alarms for me.I stood there, arms tight around myself, eyes glued to the garage across from us.Three days.I’d spent three days tracking Mallory everywhere she went.Morning appointments. Lunch meetings. Shopping. Always somewhere fancy. Two spa visits a week.She moved all over Atlanta like she owned the city.And she never went alone anymore.At first, I thought Mr. Norman was paranoid. Then I found out Jace assigned those security details himself.For whatever reason, that stung. Jace still went out of his way to protect Mallory, even if he sounded hal
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Chapter: Chapter 48The second Professor Watkins dismissed us, I grabbed my bag and practically ran out of the lecture hall. I didn't even bother zipping my backpack all the way. I just wanted to get out of there before someone stopped me to ask what had happened. My heart was still pounding in my throat, and my hands were shaking so badly I could barely keep hold of my bag strap. Standing up to Chloe in front of everyone had felt really good for about two seconds. Now that the adrenaline was wearing off, though, I was starting to panic. My stomach felt like it had dropped somewhere down to my feet, and all I could think about was that picture still sitting on Chloe's phone. Chloe was pissed. She wasn’t the type to just take an embarrassing moment like that and move on. She was going to try to ruin me, and she had the exact photo to do it sitting right on her phone. I walked out of the building and into the cold air, wrapping my arms around myself as I headed down the pavement. I pulled my phone ou
Last Updated: 2026-09-05
Chapter: Chapter 47I just stared at her, completely frozen, my hands hovering over the open notebook as my mind went blank. “Excuse me?” I squeaked out, my voice betraying every single ounce of panic running through my blood. Chloe didn't blink. She just tilted her head, tapping her long acrylic nails against the wooden desk with a slow, agonizing rhythm. Tap, tap, tap. “You heard me, Clara,” she whispered, leaning so close I could smell the sickly sweet mint on her breath. “Everyone saw the spectacle last night. Carter pulling you out of there like you're some damsel in distress. But I know the truth. You’re just a cheap little gold-digger pretending to like Carter for his money, playing two guys at once.” My stomach churned. “I don’t know what you’re talking about...” “Oh, please.” She rolled her eyes, pulling her phone out of her leather bag and laying it flat on the desk between us. She tapped the screen once. It was the exact picture I’d seen her take the night before in the hallway of my apa
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Chapter: Chapter 46“I don’t know what you are talking about,” Carter said, keeping his voice dead low, though his jaw was so tight I thought his teeth might crack. “You know exactly what I’m talking about,” Viktor shot right back. He didn't even yell. He just leaned in, using that creepy, quiet authority that probably made his board members wet their pants. “You come in here with your little actress of a girlfriend and try to talk down my attitude in front of my friends and business partners?” My face burned. Actress of a girlfriend. Ouch. I mean, he wasn't wrong about the fake part, but hearing it tossed out like trash made my stomach do a nasty flip. Justin, who had been standing on the edge of the stage just watching the whole circus with a stupid smirk, decided that was his cue to jump in. He rested a hand on the mic stand, tossing his dark hair back. “Mr. Graham,” Justin drawled, his voice echoing through the speaker setup. “This right here is a family drama I don’t think anyone in this room is
Last Updated: 2026-09-04
Chapter: Chapter 45The hostess led us past the main dining floor toward the back, where the dimly lit VIP alcoves were hidden behind dark velvet curtains. My stomach was twisting into absolute knots. Between Chloe’s midnight deadline, the bra hidden in my bag, and Carter’s possessive brooding, I felt like a walking bomb about to go off lol... We turned the corner into the back hallway near the restrooms, and Carter suddenly stopped, his eyes going wide. Sitting at a round corner booth, casually sipping a glass of bourbon like he owned the entire building, was Justin. And standing right next to him, shaking his hand with a booming laugh, was Viktor Graham. "What the hell is he doing here?" Carter muttered under his breath, his whole body going rigid. I stood dead in my tracks, my eyes bulging out of my head. Justin looked up, caught me staring in my tight blue silk dress, and slowly raised his glass in a silent, arrogant toast. I was so incredibly doomed. I practically hid behind Carter’s should
Last Updated: 2026-09-03
Chapter: Chapter 44I practically sprinted down the concrete steps of the dorm building, clutching my handbag so tight to my ribs I could feel the hard wire of Justin’s cheap bra digging right into my side through the leather. Outside, Carter’s massive black truck was idling by the curb like a idling tank, rumbling so loud it was vibrating the gravel underneath my cheap flats. I grabbed the handle, hauled myself up into the passenger seat, and slammed the door shut behind me. "Finally," Carter muttered, not even looking at me as he shifted into drive and peeled away from the curb. "My dad’s already at the steakhouse. If we’re late, he’s gonna start talking about how I lack basic discipline before we even order drinks." "Sorry," I breathed out, leaning back against the leather seat and trying to get my heart rate under control. "I was... fixing my dress." Carter flicked his eyes over to me at the red light. He stopped. His eyes slowly dragged down the dark blue silk Chloe had lent me, then slid right
Last Updated: 2026-09-02
Chapter: Chapter 43Chapter 43“I can just drive you girls to the party,” Justin said, tossing his keys in the air.“No!” I screamed out instantly. I caught myself and cleared my throat, forcing a fake laugh. “I mean... there’s no need for that. My boyfriend is on his way to get me.”“Oh,” Justin said, raising an eyebrow. “Carter.”“Yeah, Carter.”“I’ll take my leave then,” Justin said, stepping out into the hall and giving us a quiet salute.“See you at the party,” I replied, my voice sounding completely strained.The door clicked shut, and Allie immediately barged out of her bedroom area, clutching her towel like a shield.“What on earth was he doing here?” Allie gasped, wiping a stray blob of face soap off her nose. “I literally almost walked out completely naked!”“Girl, you wouldn’t believe it if I told you,” I replied, sinking onto the edge of my bed.“What’s that?” Allie asked, staring at me.“He came to drop off my bra I forgot at his apartment the other night.”Allie froze. “You forgot your bra
Last Updated: 2026-09-02
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