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Chapter 27
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BOUND TO THE BILLIONAIRE’S CONTRACT Chapter 27
Make it make sense. Seriously, I need somebody to explain to me how this is real life, because my brain was completely short-circuiting. I’m standing in a freezing cold, hyper-luxurious master bedroom, staring at Viktor’s bruised, bloody knuckles, while he casually explains that my own stepmother is on a mafia payroll. Not just any payroll. Marcus Rossi’s payroll. The guy who ordered a sniper to shoot up a charity gala. The guy who actively wants my husband—fake husband, whatever—dead. And Beatrice took his money. Look, I always knew Beatrice was garbage. Like, literal, bottom-of-the-barrel human trash. When my dad got sick, this woman practically forced me to sleep on a broken metal cot in our cramped laundry room just so she could turn my actual childhood bedroom into a walk-in closet for her counterfeit designer bags. I knew she was greedy. I knew she was toxic. Hell, I already knew she sold me off to Alexander in a marriage contract just to clear her own gambling debts. That
BOUND TO THE BILLIONAIRE’S CONTRACT Chapter 26
I pulled an all-nighter, and not the fun kind where you're out in the East Village grabbing 3 a.m. diner fries with your girls. Zero sleep. My brain was just fried. Every tiny sound had me jumping out of my skin. The wind whistling against the glass panels, a floorboard giving a small groan in the hall—I was practically levitating off that stupidly soft mattress. Just picture it for a second. You find out there's a literal snake hiding in the security team. These massive guys walking around in tactical suits getting paid six figures by the Vance empire, and one of them sold my cell number out for blood money. Which meant the guy standing guard two feet from my door could be working for the same mobsters who tried to snatch my four-year-old son. I was losing my mind. By seven in the morning, the heavy bedroom lock clicked open with this sharp, metal snap. I practically threw myself in front of Leo before the doors even swung wide. It wasn't a hitman, though. Dr. Evans shuffled
BOUND TO THE BILLIONAIRE’S CONTRACT Chapter 25
So yeah. That’s how I ended up trapped in a giant, hyper-luxurious bedroom on the top floor of a Manhattan skyscraper like a literal princess in a dark mafia fairy tale. Ngl, if you told me six months ago that I’d be hostage to a gorgeous, psycho billionaire who just took a sniper bullet to the shoulder for me, I would’ve laughed in your face and told you to stop watching so much bad TV. But here I was. It was like three in the morning. The penthouse was dead quiet except for the faint hum of the central air conditioning. Dr. Evans finally packed up his silver silver instruments and left after giving Alexander enough painkillers to put down a full-grown horse. Viktor posted two massive, human-brick-wall guards directly outside the master bedroom doors. You could literally hear their heavy boots shifting every five minutes. Leo was completely knocked out next to me on the massive king bed. My little guy was so exhausted from all the chaos he didn't even wake up when I pulled his s
BOUND TO THE BILLIONAIRE’S CONTRACT Chapter 24
So there I was, sitting cross-legged on this absurdly soft, multi-thousand-dollar king bed, trying to calm Leo down while my heart was still basically doing the Macarena in my ribs. I was completely spiraling, ngl. One second I’m two inches away from freedom, and the next, my fake-husband mafia boss drags me back into his golden cage while literally bleeding out through his shirt. It was giving pure, unhinged toxicity. Alexander stood by the heavy mahogany doors for a solid minute, just staring at me. His face was ghostly pale, sweat dripping down his sharp jawline, and that dark red spot on his bandages was slowly getting bigger. The man looked like he was about to faint, but he was standing there like a statue out of pure, stubborn spite. "You need to lie down before you pass out on my shoes," I muttered, glaring at him while patting Leo’s back. "Seriously, Alexander. Dr. Evans is gonna lose his mind if he has to stitch you up a second time." Alexander didn't move. He just le
BOUND TO THE BILLIONAIRE’S CONTRACT Chapter 23
I didn't feel scared anymore. I didn't feel like crying. I didn't even feel the cold air coming through the open balcony door. All I felt was pure, unfiltered, absolute rage. Chloe. My own twin sister. The girl who used to steal my lip gloss and cry when she got a bad grade in high school. She was the one who sold Julian to the mob. She was the reason I spent four years struggling in a crappy apartment, crying myself to sleep, eating ramen while my kid wore hand-me-down shoes. And now she was marching up here to steal my son for a payout? Absolutely freaking not. Not today. Not ever. Alexander didn't even have to tell me to move. I was already sprinting. I ditched my ruined designer heels completely and ran barefoot down the long hallway, my torn silk dress flying behind me. "Viktor, hold the chokepoint at the elevators!" Alexander’s voice boomed behind me. The guy literally had a fresh bullet hole in his chest, but he was barking orders like a five-star general. "Nobody breache
BOUND TO THE BILLIONAIRE’S CONTRACT Chapter 22
when I tell you my actual soul left my body and floated right up to the ceiling of that stupidly expensive office, I am not even exaggerating. I was completely paralyzed. Alexander Vance was standing in the doorway looking like a literal ghost who just rolled out of the ER. His dark eyes were glued to the bright red folder in my hands. He had his gun pointed down at the floor, but his knuckles were totally white. He was gripping that thing like he was about to lose his absolute mind. "I asked you a question, Elena," he said. His voice was so quiet. It was that dangerous, low tone that makes all the hairs on the back of your neck stand straight up. He took one slow step into the office, and the heavy wooden doors clicked shut behind him. I scrambled backward on the carpet like a crab. Ngl, it was not my finest moment. I completely tangled my legs in my shredded, blood-stained designer gown. "Don't come near me!" I screamed, my voice bouncing off the glass walls. "You are a liar!
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