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035: First round of judging
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2026-02-01 23:59:48
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A Contract With My Billionaire Ex 098: what was in the bag
Anastasia's POV Leon came back into the room ten minutes later.Dora was no longer in the corridor. I had not heard her leave. Leon's hands were in his coat pockets and his coat was still buttoned and he had the look of a man who had been standing outside in the cold for part of the conversation."She is gone," he said."For good?" I asked."For today."Eleanor made a small sound that was not quite a laugh. "That is a lawyer's answer, dear.""It is the only one I had for her. I told her she was not to come to the hospital again. I told her she was not to come to the house. I told her she was not to come to the office. I told her if she tried, we would file for a restraining order and I had James's name ready to put at the top of it. She said she understood. I believe her for approximately as long as it takes her to get on the lift."Eleanor's eyes went to the window sill. "Leon.""Yes, grandma.""I have asked Anastasia not to open the gift bag."Leon looked at the small white bag. He
A Contract With My Billionaire Ex 097: Doorway
Anastasia's POV Leon drove like a man who was very carefully not driving fast.I noticed because I had been in enough cars with him by now to know the shape of his hands on the wheel in different moods. This morning they were loose and his foot was heavy and the speedometer was higher than it was supposed to be, but his face was the same face he wore in a boardroom. The two things did not match. I did not say anything about it. I had enough on my own plate."Tell me about her," I said."Not now.""Yes now. If I am walking in there in fifteen minutes and she is standing in the doorway, I would like to know who she is."He glanced at me. He changed lanes. "She was my girlfriend for eight months. I ended it because she wanted things from me I was not going to give. She has not accepted the ending. She has shown up at the office, at my building, at a restaurant where I was having dinner with a client. The last time, security asked her to leave and she went. That was eighteen months ago.
A Contract With My Billionaire Ex 096: visitor
Anastasia's POV I woke up at twenty past seven to the sound of the kettle.For one small, stupid second, before I remembered where I was, I thought I was in my mother's kitchen. The kettle at Sweet Seasons made a different sound. My mother's kettle had been an old one, the kind that whistled, and the one in Leon's apartment was new and quiet and only clicked when it was ready. The click was what my brain had latched onto. The click had sounded like morning.Then I remembered.The alley door. The car. The lift that opened straight into the hallway. The thin strip of lamplight I had seen stop under my door at one in the morning when someone had stood on the other side without knocking.I got out of bed.Leon was in the kitchen in a plain grey t-shirt and the same trousers he had been wearing yesterday, which meant he had not slept properly or had slept in his clothes. He had made coffee for himself and tea for me. He had set out a plate with toast that he had clearly only made in the l
A Contract With My Billionaire Ex 095: Dora
Leon's POV I did not say anything for a second.I had not heard that name out of James' mouth in almost two years. The last time he had said it he had been standing in the doorway of my office telling me, in his careful lawyer's voice, that she had turned up at the reception desk again and that security had asked her to leave."Dora," I said."Dora.""What did she want.""To see you.""At midnight.""At midnight on Christmas, specifically. She said she had a message for you. She said it was time-sensitive. She would not tell me what it was.""How did she get your number.""That," James said, "is the question I would like answered."I stood up from the chair. The apartment was very quiet. Down the hall, under the door of the second bedroom, I could see a thin strip of lamplight."Where is she.""She said she was at a hotel. She would not tell me which one.""Did she sound sober.""She sounded coached."That stopped me. I pressed my thumb against the bridge of my nose and tried to thin
A Contract With My Billionaire Ex 094: Somewhere else
Leon's POV I drove us to the apartment on the fourteenth floor.It was not my main residence and it was not the mansion. It was a two-bedroom I kept for the kind of guest I needed to put somewhere discreet, the kind of client who wanted to sign a contract on a Sunday morning without any photographs. The building had a doorman who did not keep records and a lift that opened directly into the apartment with a key I kept on the ring with my car.Anastasia did not say anything on the drive.She had her bag on her lap and both hands on the handle of it, and she was looking out at the city sliding past the passenger window. She had the small framed photograph she had taken from her bedside tucked flat against the inside of the bag with her palm against the glass.I did not try to talk to her. I had tried to talk to her at the bakery and all it had done was get us both into the car. I would try again when we got out.I pulled into the underground garage and parked in my own space. The lift
A Contract With My Billionaire Ex 093: Alley door
Anastasia's POV I did not answer the message.I walked into my kitchen and I turned off the light. Then I walked back into my front room and I turned off that light too. I stood in the dark with the phone in my hand and I listened.The old building settled. The fridge hummed. Downstairs, somewhere out on the street, a car engine ticked over.I thought about Eleanor on the floor of her drawing room this afternoon. I thought about the way her head had dropped forward, that fraction of an inch that had told me something was wrong before the rest of her caught up. I thought about her lying in that hospital bed holding my hand, asking me to promise her things, telling me about her heart.I thought about Lucas standing on the street below me with a phone in his hand, deciding, one message at a time, how much of my life he was going to spend tonight on.The anger that came up through my chest was quieter than I expected. It did not feel like heat. It felt like something cold and very clean,
A Contract With My Billionaire Ex 007: Playing pretend
Leon's POV I could not believe my luck. When I walked into that bakery looking for cinnamon rolls for my grandmother, the last person I expected to see was Anastasia Page standing behind the counter looking broken and desperate. It was like the universe had handed me a gift wrapped in a bow and
A Contract With My Billionaire Ex 005: A deal with the devil
Anastasia's POV I did not sleep at all the night before meeting Leon.I kept tossing and turning on the old couch in my tiny apartment and thinking about what he could possibly want to discuss. He said he wanted to help me but nothing in life was free and especially not from billionaires, much les
A Contract With My Billionaire Ex 004: The boy she rejected
Leon's POV I did not want to be here.My grandmother had called me three times in the span of ten minutes while I was in a meeting with potential investors. When Eleanor Hart called three times, you answered or faced the consequences. The consequences usually involved guilt trips about how she was
A Contract With My Billionaire Ex 003: Moving on
Anastasia's POV I drove aimlessly around town after listening to the voicemail. My hands would not stop shaking on the steering wheel. Every red light felt like torture because it gave me time to think and thinking was the last thing I wanted to do right now.I called my best friend Sara three tim
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