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Marry me; The Billionaire's contract Signing a contract with the devil
ANASTASIAI opened the door and stepped into the hallway and pulled the door shut behind me after making sure I had cleaned up the mess and left the suitcase exactly where I had found it. Dominic wouldn't notice a thing.The yacht was quiet. I had never been on a more awkward trip. Every single family member on this yacht did not like each other; they acted like they were merely tolerating each other. I sighed, and somehow I just became the most disliked on this yacht. Ramon probably hates me with every drop of his blood, Georgia didn't seem the least intrigued by me, Rhea and Alicia didn't bother themselves with me. I was glad at least I had something on Alicia.Then Dominic. That man would probably pull that gun in his suitcase out and shoot a bullet right through my fucking skull.I exhaled and made my way toward the dining room, following the faint sound of voices.By the time I walked in, everyone was already seated. My eyes immediately landed on Dominic.He was sitting at the ta
Marry me; The Billionaire's contract No matter what it took
ANASTASIAI closed the door behind me after dinner and just stood there for a second. My eyes went to his suitcase by the wardrobe.He hadn’t touched it once since we got on this boat. Not that I saw. What does someone like Dominic even pack? And why leave the whole thing sitting there unopened?Maybe there was something in it he didn’t want anyone finding.I walked over, put it on the floor, and unzipped it. I pulled through Shirts, folded so perfect without a single crease. I pushed them aside.My hand hit something cold and metal. I pulled the clothes back further. My hand wrapped around the metal and I pulled it out. My eyes widened.A gun.It definitely wasn't't plastic, what the fuck was Dominic doing with a real fucking gun.My breath hitched. It slipped out of my hand and hit the bottom of the suitcase with a loud clack.I stared at it. Why the fuck would he bring a real gun on a family trip?Is Dominic some kind of mafia? I knew he definitely wasn't a saint not after he'd b
Marry me; The Billionaire's contract I don't care
**DOMINIC**I stood in front of the bathroom mirror and ran a hand through my hair, dark strands falling across my forehead as I stared at my own reflection.I wouldn’t have known about the phone. Not at first.The second I walked into the room, my eyes dropped to her hands buried in the sheets. Then she asked if I’d come in late—like she actually gave a shit about where I’d been. She didn’t. Of course she didn’t.But I noticed the small movements beneath the covers.I said those things on purpose. Every filthy detail. I only planned to tick her off.But seeing the Grayson bastard’s name glowing on the screen, I was glad I’d let him hear exactly what Anastasia had been doing with her mouth and her body.My hand tightened around the edge of the sink, knuckles whitening.How the fuck had she gotten a phone?I had cut the telephone lines. Made sure neither Alicia nor Rhea came within six feet of my suite.Who would have thought she’d still be this desperate to talk to that bastard.I gue
Marry me; The Billionaire's contract Lock you up
ANASTASIAThe phone chimed with Rita’s message. I glanced down at the glowing screen. Marcus’s number.I exhaled, eyes flicking to the door one more time, because Dominic could walk right through it.I glanced back at the screen and tapped the number. I stared at it, waiting as the phone rang in my palm, until he finally picked up on the third ring.“Hello?” His voice sounded rough and tired.I pressed the phone tighter against my ear and whispered, “It’s me.”I hoped, by some fated chance, he’d recognize me by my voice alone.“Anastasia.”I bit the inside of my lip. His voice sounded so familiar.“Where the fuck have you been?” He sounded stressed. “I looked into Dominic’s villa. Do you know how hard that was? My family could fucking lose the roof over their head if I get caught. It was like you vanished off the face of the earth.”I might as well have disappeared with the way Dominic locked me away from the world—cutting the internet and restricting my movements.“It’s nothing. Ju
Marry me; The Billionaire's contract Disgusting fucker
ANASTASIA I walked into the room, pushing the door close behind me. I leaned against the close door, my damp panties still folded in my palm. I came here so I can at least reach out to Marcus. But I have only succeeded in two intimate moments with Dominic which included giving him a blow job and him eating me out. But at least I was alone now, If only I can find a telephone or something with network connection in this room, I glanced around. My eyes fell on the telephone sitting on the side of the drawer. Perfect. I had Rita's number memorized if I could get her to find Marcus's number for me or any information about him without coming out as desperate. (She picked the telephone out but as she picked it up the wire fell, she glanced down at it, the wire had been cut cleanly from the device, as if it was done with a scissors. I glared at the wires scattered on the floor. Dominic knew why I was here, he was only enjoying watching me chase and struggle, he had no plan of
Marry me; The Billionaire's contract My turn
ANASTASIA I stared at my reflection in the mirror, water still dripping from my chin. I splashed more onto my face but my cheeks were still fucking red. I leaned against the sink, fingers gripping the cold edge. My back still burned where his finger had slipped under the strap. That bastard. What the fuck is wrong with me. What he had done out there was no less than making out in public.What if someone had seen?The toilet door clicked open. I turned. Dominic stood there. Those blue cold eyes locked onto mine, but he didn’t look like his usual cold facade. His gaze slid over me slow, hungry. His hair looked like he’d run his hands through it. Then he moved. In two steps he was inside the toilet and his mouth smashed against mine. Hard and rough. My hands flew up around his neck just to keep myself from falling. His tongue shoved into my mouth, hot flesh sliding over mine, mixing our saliva like he was trying to own every inch of it.His hands then slid further up my thi
Marry me; The Billionaire's contract My wife
ANASTASIA“He just has to show up late, dosen't he” I whisper, glancing toward the entrance—no sign of Dominic.The hall is huge, flooded with people. I feel painfully out of place, maybe because I’ve avoided them for so long. Everyone has something to say about me.Hushed whispers about me, yet lo
Marry me; The Billionaire's contract Not the man I married
ANASTASIAI stare up at the mansion in front of me, it’s huge, the building standing tall, representing power and everything the owner stands for. The air carries the faint smell of rain, old money, and fresh roses from the garden surrounding the mansion. The building reminds me of him: tall, big,
Marry me; The Billionaire's contract Married
ANASTASIA “Ana, Ana. Come on, it’s almost nine.” I yanked the sheets over my head to muffle Maria’s persistent voice. “Jesus Christ, Maria, let me sleep,” I yelped when the blanket was torn from my body, the cold morning air of the city taking its place.“Give me back my blanket. It’s so cold,”
Marry me; The Billionaire's contract Marry me?
ANASTASIA“Marry me, Miss Brooks,” Dominic says, like he’s offering me an invitation to a soap opera.I stare at the contract in front of me, as if staring hard enough would make it somehow disappear, turn into something that isn’t a marriage contract to the most condescending person on earth – Dom
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