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 78 I couldn’t breathe. My heart was pounding so hard against my ribs I thought it was literally going to burst out of my chest. The heavy black SUV slammed to a sudden halt right along the cracked curb on 4th Street. Rainwater and dirty black grease splashed all over the rusted cars parked on the side of the road. Before the car even fully stopped moving, four massive guards in dark tactical vests jumped out. They held black guns low, forming a scary circle right around our passenger door. The cold air rushing into the car smelled like wet rust, exhaust fumes, and cheap coffee. "Stay behind Viktor," Alexander ordered. His voice was totally cold, devoid of any warmth, but I could see his knuckles turning bright white where he gripped his door handle. I didn't wait for his permission. Not for a single second. The exact instant the child-lock clicked off, I threw my entire body against the heavy door. I ducked right under Viktor’s huge arm, my sneakers hitting the wet pavement with
Last Updated: 2026-09-13
Chapter: Chapter 77The clock on the SUV’s digital dashboard read 5:31 AM.The sky over Staten Island wasn’t even blue yet. It was a bruised, ugly grey, slick with a misting drizzle that turned the black leather seats of the armored suburban freezing cold.I pressed my knees together, trying to stop my legs from shaking. My jeans were still damp around the cuffs from the gravel in the driveway where Alexander’s guards had shoved me into the back seat. My heart knocked against my ribs in a heavy, uneven thud that made my throat feel dry as dust.Beside me, Alexander sat in total silence.He didn’t look like a man who had taken a bullet graze across his ribs less than forty-eight hours ago. He wore a heavy black wool overcoat over a dark grey tailored suit, his broad shoulders filling out his side of the leather bench. The sharp, bitter scent of clean rain, expensive cologne, and fresh antiseptic clung to his skin.His face was carved out of cold granite. His jaw was set so tight
Last Updated: 2026-09-11
Chapter: Chapter 76Alexander dragged me back up the stone stairwell by my wrist, his grip so tight my fingers went numb before we reached the second floor.I tried digging my heels into the hardwood twice, but even with fresh blood seeping through his bandages, he pulled me along like I weighed nothing. He shoved the heavy mahogany doors of the master suite wide open, hauled me inside, and slammed the wood shut.The lock turned with a sharp, heavy clack."Sit down," he growled.I stumbled over the edge of the rug, turning around with my hands balled into tight fists. "Stop shoving me! I am not one of your guards, Alexander! You don't get to handle me like furniture!"Alexander ignored me completely. He walked over to the dark wood desk near the unlit fireplace, pulled a thick leather-bound folder out of the top drawer, and tossed it onto the ottoman in front of the couch.The folder popped open, spilling a stack of heavy white pages across the leather."Read it," he said, p
Last Updated: 2026-09-11
Chapter: Chapter 75Three in the morning. Alexander was dead to the world on the massive king-sized bed, his breathing heavy and even, fueled by fever and high-dose painkillers. The red stain on his side hadn't spread any further, but he wasn't waking up anytime soon. I sat on the floor, staring at his sleeping face. We're going to pick up my nephew. The words echoed inside my head like a firing squad. If Alexander got his hands on Leo, my baby boy would be sucked into this bloody mafia nightmare forever. I couldn't let that happen. I would rather die on the pavement than watch Alexander turn four-year-old Leo into a weapon for the Vance empire. I slipped my sneakers on, tying the laces in double knots. I didn't take a bag. I didn't grab a coat. Just the clothes on my back and the fifty bucks shoved in the lining of my hoodie. I crept across the dark hardwood floor, stepping around the silver washbowl on the nightstand. Alexander did
Last Updated: 2026-09-11
Chapter: Chapter 74My heart hit my ribcage like a sledgehammer."Your nephew?" I choked out, trying to pull my hand back off his bare chest. "You're crazy. Leo is my son. He has nothing to do with your family."Alexander didn't even blink. His fingers tightened around my wrist, pinning my palm flat against his warm, thumping heart."Dark curly hair. Julian's nose," Alexander said, his voice dropping an octave. "I saw the side-profile shot from the church security feed this morning. You can lie to yourself, Elena, but you can't lie to a DNA test."Before I could scream at him, a harsh, buzzing vibration cut through the quiet bedroom.Bzzzz... Bzzzz... Bzzzz...My eyes shot over to the nightstand. The cheap prepaid burner phone I had shoved under my spare sweatshirt was buzzing across the dark wood surface, lighting up the marble in bright blue.Only two people had that number. Mrs. Gable... and my stepmother.I scrambled off my knees, reaching for the phone, but Alexande
Last Updated: 2026-09-11
Chapter: Chapter 73My stomach did absolute gymnastics the second Viktor shoved the heavy double doors of the east wing wide open.The room was massive. Fancy cream-colored furniture, dark hardwood floors, windows stretching all the way up to the ceiling. But none of that made it a home. Two guys in black tactical vests sat on folding chairs right outside, sidearms strapped to their thighs, watching my every breath.I dropped onto the edge of an oversized velvet couch, pulling my knees straight into my oversized hoodie.My knuckles were still stained brown from the dried blood under my nails. Every time I looked at the dark window glass, rain slapped the panes like tiny pebbles thrown from the yard.Around two in the morning, the door lock clicked.I shot up, my heart hammering a chaotic beat against my ribs.Viktor stepped in first, his giant shoulders filling the frame. Right behind him came Alexander.He looked terrible. His black dress shirt hung completely unbuttoned over his broad shoulders. The wh
Last Updated: 2026-09-10
Pregnant by the Playboy Heir
After the one-night stand with a man who refused to tell her his name, Charlotte would figure out on TV that the man she had s*x with the previous night was the heir to a billionaire empire.
At the same time, Jace Norman—the infamous Playboy heir—faces a public scandal that threatens his inheritance. To protect the family empire, his ruthless father forces him into an immediate contract marriage.
And just like that Charlotte would get married to the spoiled, reckless son of the most powerful billionaire in the city.
That one night, Room 55 and five thousand dollars she desperately needed would change her life forever.
Weeks later, Charlotte discovers she’s pregnant.
But before she can process the truth, her manipulative boyfriend claims the child is his and begins blackmailing her.
As their fake marriage becomes dangerously possessive, secrets begin to spiral. An ex-boyfriend demanding money. Jace's jealous college lover is determined to destroy Charlotte. Charlotte's sister is hiding betrayal behind sweet smiles. And a billionaire father who will eliminate anyone to protect the Norman name.
When a forged DNA test claims the baby isn’t Jace’s, the empire turns on Charlotte.
But the truth is far darker than any of them realises.
Because someone has been orchestrating every lie from the beginning.
And when Jace finally discovers the baby is his…
He will have to choose between his father’s empire—
Or the woman carrying his heir.
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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
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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
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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
Last Updated: 2026-06-21
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
Last Updated: 2026-06-20
BOUND TO THE BILLIONAIRE CAPTAIN
Walking in on the university’s six-foot-tall hockey captain wasn't on my schedule today. Walking in on him completely naked in the showers—and watching him grin like he'd planned it—was even worse.
Most guys would cover up. Not Carter Graham. He just flashed that insufferable smile and asked if I wanted a closer look.
He's rich, arrogant, and the one athlete I swore I’d never interact with. But now he needs a tutor to save his career... and he just realized I'm the girl from the shower.
Scrubbing the Briar hockey locker rooms at 1 AM was supposed to be easy money. But behind Carter's cocky smirk, he’s trapped. His abusive billionaire father threatens to pull his inheritance unless he settles down with a respectable girl, and a failing psychology grade means he’s one bad test away from getting benched right before NHL scouts arrive.
When Carter realizes I’m the only student on campus who aced the midterm, he corners me with an arrangement I can't afford to refuse:
1. Tutor him so he doesn't lose his NHL draft spot.
2. Play his devoted fake fiancée to fool his terrifying father.
In exchange? He wipes out my crushing tuition debt and acts as my insanely possessive fake boyfriend to help me catch the eye of the campus rockstar I’ve crushed on for years.
The terms were simple: strictly business, no feelings, no real touches. But as fake touches turn into real, dangerous obsession... who breaks first?
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Chapter: Chapter 101Justin’s POV In three years of playing the student union, no girl had ever put a flat hand against my chest and moved me backward, and I was so stunned by the novelty of it that I sat there for a full second with my mouth slightly open, like a guy who'd been tagged in a photo he hadn't approved. "I'm sorry," Clara said, already sliding to the edge of the couch and tugging the strap of her borrowed dress back onto her shoulder. "I shouldn't have come." "You came to my apartment at night, in that dress, after I told you to wear something nice," I said, "so I think we can agree you had some idea of how the evening was supposed to go." "I did have an idea, and it was wrong." She was looking at the floor when she said it, her fingertips still orange from the Takis dust, and she didn't look the way girls usually looked when they were being dramatic, which was the part that bothered me most, because she looked calm. I had spent six months noticing the way Clara Hayes tucked her hair beh
Last Updated: 2026-10-21
Chapter: Chapter 100Clara’s POVJustin’s apartment smelled like patchouli candles fighting a losing battle with microwaved burritos. I stood in the doorway for almost two minutes before realizing he hadn’t bothered asking me one thing about myself. He had plenty to say about his demo, though—his Spotify stats, his run-in with a label rep from Nashville who'd “vibed hard” with his bridge, and a flyer from his first gig hanging over the couch like some kind of family portrait. I wore Allie’s black dress and my cleanest flats, my phone pressed against my hip with Carter’s last text and a sharp sting of guilt, reminding me that the experiment needed more time.“Wine?” Justin already had two glasses poured, the bottle half-empty.“No thanks, I don’t drink.” I said it as politely as I could, the truth rooted in a mattress back in Arizona.He waved me off. “Come on, one glass won’t kill you.” His smile tried to be charming, but when I didn’t budge, it thinned into something colder. “It’s a date, Clara. You’re b
Last Updated: 2026-10-21
Chapter: Chapter 99Clara POV I had ignored Carter Graham for eleven hours, which was a decent amount of time for a woman who had cried all over his shirt, and he had sent me nine texts, each more carefully casual than the last. Did you eat? Your pen is still in my room. Okay, I can see that you've read these. I turned my phone face-down on the practice room piano, where I had been hiding since nine that morning and where the only sound I allowed myself was the soft, ugly noise of someone trying to sing through a lump in her throat, and I reminded myself of the facts: my body had done something it had not been able to do for three years and I had thanked the person who happened to be in the room, which was a natural thing to do and in no way proof of anything else. Allie found me at noon with her phone held out in front of her like a casserole that had gone bad, and the screen showed a photograph of me leaving the hockey house at dawn with my shoes in my hand and my hair in a state that could
Last Updated: 2026-10-20
Chapter: Chapter 98At 3:07 a.m. I caught myself watching a girl sleep, so I did what any reasonable man would do and left the room. She hadn’t moved. One fist was knotted in my pillowcase, the other hand curled by her face with the ring off. She’d set it on the nightstand next to my Tums, where it looked like a very small, very expensive mistake. I eased the door shut and stood in the hall with my forehead against the wall. This was a deal. I said it in my head, in the voice I use when a ref calls a penalty I didn’t earn. This was a deal. We had terms. Show up, hold hands at the Hendricks dinner, keep our stories straight, don’t make it weird. Nowhere in the terms did it say she’d cry into my shirt like it was the last dry thing in the state. Nowhere did it say I’d hold on to her like that. The kitchen floor was freezing. The fridge door was a war zone of whiteboard marker. DEAN, STOP EATING MY YOGURT. -TY. Under it, in Dean’s handwriting: NO. I drank water standing up. My hands weren’t steady,
Last Updated: 2026-10-20
Chapter: Chapter 97Chapter 97 POV: Clara His lips were on mine, and the world didn't become a darkened cavern, with Marcus Drake hovering over me on a sordid mattress. My hands were gripping the fabric of his shirt, digging their nails into the softness of his shoulders as his mouth hovered over mine with an almost pious tenderness that made the nerves in my body scream to life with a feeling so foreign and wonderful to my senses. He didn't thrust himself into me roughly, or use his weight to pin me down. He didn't even attempt to maneuver beneath my jeans, as if there was a clock ticking in his ears that needed to be stopped. His large hand slipped beneath my gray sweater, his hand massaging the bare skin of my hip as he let out a languid breath over my parted lips. A gush of warmth surged right through the middle of my torso, sending shivers all over my body, but instead of freezing up and becoming an unfeeling block of ice, my body leaned further into his caress. I pulled him closer,
Last Updated: 2026-10-19
Chapter: Chapter 96POV: Carter The fingers of my forearms curled against the hard edge of the mattress as the small yellow bulb on my nightstand cast long slow shadows into the otherwise still room. Clara lay half on my bed closer to the middle of the mattress, her small hands splayed lightly against her midsection, wide dark eyes locked onto my face as her small ribs rose and fell in short shallow motions. "Tell mett all that you're feeling in this moment," I rumbled low in my throat, the vibrations in my chest overpowering the distant hiss of the old furnace in the corner. "Give it to me straight, Clara," "My heart is beating against my ribcage like it wants to escape and just flat-out run from the nearest exit," Her lower lip wobbled in barely contained distress before clamping down with her teeth to still the motion. "I feel... tight in here, but it's not fear, not really." "Good," I crooned, right hand rising slower than expected and letting her watch my every movement before the wide pad
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