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Chapter 20: The Other Woman.
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Reborn: The president Contracted Wife Chapter 20: The Other Woman.
~Bianca's POV~She was kneeling between his legs.Actually kneeling.I froze.They pulled apart instantly, like teenagers caught mid-secret. Elena's eyes snapped to me, annoyed, as if I'd interrupted something too precious. Damien looked briefly startled… before recovering in a flash, cool and detached like it was nothing.Then, without hesitation, he slid an arm around her waist and pulled her into his lap.Like it was nothing.Like I wasn't even there.Like this was normal.It thrilled her… I could tell by the subtle lift of her chin, the smug curve of her lips.And it infuriated me more than I wanted to admit.I shouldn't feel this way.I shouldn't.But I did.Now she was draped over him, her arms looped loosely around his neck like she belonged there. I sat stiffly across from them in the chair the receptionist had scrambled to pull out for me. My shoulders ached from tension. My pulse was racing. My eyes were locked on his hands—his hands on her waist—and something bitter coiled
Reborn: The president Contracted Wife Chapter 19: Names, Labels, Chains.
~Bianca's POV~Twenty minutes.That's how long I paced in that damn dining room: barefoot, furious, and splintering apart from the inside out.I couldn't stop replaying it. His mouth. His voice. My body.Why had I reacted like that?Why was I still aching for him?Still slick after everything he'd done?I was disgusting.I blamed the red room. I blamed the trauma. I blamed the fact that Nathan hadn't touched me in so long that maybe my body had forgotten what safe pleasure felt like. This wasn't about Damien.Couldn't be.It was just nerves. Confusion. Residual heat.Or at least, that was the lie I wrapped around myself like a blanket.Eventually, I stormed back to my room and got dressed in a plain blouse, dark jeans, and a neutral jacket. No jewelry. Nothing too feminine. I didn't want softness today. I wanted steel.I shoved the pill bottle into my purse and made for the front door.But of course, Martha was already there. Arms folded. Face showing off nothing. Like Damien's ghost
Reborn: The president Contracted Wife Chapter 18: Now What?
~Damien's POV~I pushed open the door to my office, the familiar scent of polished wood and leather greeting me like an old friend. Sunlight filtered through the tall windows, bathing long lines across the floor as I walked in, feeling... satisfied.Bianca's plan was bold.Using Elena to take down Nathan?Not only was it clever, it was personal. And she'd meant every word. Even if it scorched her to say it. The flicker of jealousy in her eyes had been brief, but it was there. She didn't want to admit it, but I'd seen it.Even better.This was going better than I ever imagined.I shrugged off my suit jacket and draped it neatly over the backrest before sinking into the seat behind my desk.Almost instantly, a knock came at the door."Sir," my assistant's voice came through the door, soft and composed. "Mr. Nathan Hayes is here. He says he's here for your twelve."Sighing, I rolled my shoulders back as I straightened in my seat."Send him in, Jade.""Yes, sir."Heels clicked away down t
Reborn: The president Contracted Wife Chapter 17: Breakfast with the Devil
~Bianca's POV~Martha's hands moved gently, rhythmically, as she dabbed the cloth along my shoulder, unfazed by the bruises or the raw, trembling skin."From how he was when Sir Herman first brought him in," she murmured in a soft but certain voice, "I can definitely say… this is him being happy."I froze.What?That shut me up completely.How was he when Herman first brought him in?My lips parted to ask, but Martha was already wringing the cloth out, her face smoothing into that calm, blank stillness that told me the conversation was over. A wall I couldn't push through.So I shut my mouth. But my thoughts wouldn't follow.Back in high school, everyone knew Damien, not because he was popular, but because he stood out. Quiet. Odd. Dirt-poor. The kind of boy who wore the same shoes all year and never looked anyone in the eye. A foster kid who eventually slipped through the cracks and onto the streets.Then prom night came… and he disappeared.Vanished. No trace. Like the world swallow
Reborn: The president Contracted Wife Chapter 16: Slave
~Bianca's POV~The cuffs dug into my wrists, metal pressing against my skin, blood ebbing slowly. My legs trembled where they were bound, spread wide, muscles cramping from both the heels and the position. My chest rose and fell in ragged breaths.I was helpless. Bare. Burning.Damien stood a few feet away, his shirt discarded, exposing inked muscle and arrogance carved into every inch of him. His gaze devoured me—slow, possessive, devastating. No longer the cold, calculating monster in a tailored suit.He was something else now, and I was his offering.He came forward without a word, his palm dragging up the inside of my thigh—teasing, claiming, spreading the slick already glistening there.A whimper escaped my lips, small and broken, but he didn't speak, his silence was its own form of cruelty."You ache," he murmured. "I can smell it."My throat seized as his fingers trailed downward—between the curves of my breasts, along the dip of my waist, until they hovered over the soaked str
Reborn: The president Contracted Wife Chapter 15: You Are Mine.
Chapter 15: You Are Mine.~Bianca's POV~The room looked like a velvet-covered nightmare.Dark red walls flickered with shadows, and chains shone under the warm lights, sharp and ready. Leather straps hung in neat lines—some thick, some thin—each one hinting at pain or control. A large X-Cross stood at the far wall with straps at each each, surrounded by shelves filled with gags, ropes, cuffs, and clamps, all laid out like they belonged in a shrine to power and submission.It carried the scent of leather and musk. Of power and sin.A red room.Every inch dared me to kneel.My heels sank into a plush carpet, and my chest tightened. This wasn't just a space—it was an invitation and a warning, a place built to strip you down, body and soul.Then I saw Damien standing by a tall mirror, no longer in a suit but in a white shirt, half unbuttoned to reveal golden skin and the sharp cut of his chest. Dark pants clung to his hips, and he was barefoot, at ease.Dangerous. He looked like he belon
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