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Chapter 25: Punishment Time.
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~Bianca’s POV~ “...twenty.”The word scraped harshly from my throat. My body shook and my pussy was on fire. I trembled, humiliated, yet soaked with my thighs sticky with arousal dripping onto the desk beneath me, betraying me with every pulse.Damien finally stilled. His chest rose with calm control as the spatula dangled from his hand like a weapon he might decide to use again. Merciless blue eyes were fixed on me with cruel amusement.“Look at you.” He said. “Dripping after every strike. You pretend you hate it, Bianca, but your filthy little cunt tells me the truth.”Shame scorched me. “I-I don’t—”“Don’t lie.” His smooth thumb pressed against my swollen red folds, dragging my arousal across the sore skin deliberately. “You’ve drenched my desk. Is this what you need? To be punished until you’re wet and begging? Or do you just get this soaked for me?”A raw and equally helpless whimper broke free from my lips, and his smirk widened.Putting the spatula aside, my body stiffened as
Reborn: The president Contracted Wife Chapter 25: Punishment Time.
~Bianca's POV~Damien carried me as if I were weightless, slung over his shoulder while I beat at his back with my fists. The strikes landed uselessly against impenetrable muscle. He didn't even flinch.A heavy mahogany door squeaked open under his free hand as the scent of leather, ink, and old paper harsh enough to sting my nose, rushed out.I caught only flashes upside-down: the twinkle of polished floors, the bottom shelves lined with books, and the edge of a massive desk. Then he dropped me onto a black leather couch. My breath rushed out in a harsh gasp as I caught myself, palms stinging once more.Only then did I take it in properly: the wide room, walls lined neatly with books and files, the sleekness of a desk standing at its centre like a throne. A floor-to-ceiling window was cracked open behind the desk, to what appeared to be noon now, the curtains stirring slightly with the breeze… mocking me with the nearness of freedom.The room cramped in. Glossy wood, intentional orde
Reborn: The president Contracted Wife Chapter 24: The Hunt.
~Bianca's POV~My heart hammered so hard against my ribcage, it nearly drowned out the profound silence of the house.I pressed my back flatly against the wood, crouched low in a place I was certain Damien would never check: an old linen closet hidden behind the east wing hall. The sought of place that had the faint smell of cedar and mothballs, which was stacked with folded sheets I was a hundred percent sure had remained untouched for years.Why here? Because it was way too obvious. He'd expect me to squeeze myself into shadows or behind drapes. But this? This felt beyond clever… to be hidden in plain sight.At least, that's what I told myself while I tried to quiet down my rapid breaths.I didn't know why I'd agreed to this insane game in the first place. Perhaps I hadn't been thinking clearly, or maybe I wanted so badly to prove something, to him and myself, that I wasn't just a fragile little toy of his that he could break and fix at will. Perhaps I wanted to win.Stupid.Conside
Reborn: The president Contracted Wife Chapter 23: Run, Little Bianca.
~Damien's POV~I'm pissed.Not just irritated. Not mildly annoyed.Fucking livid.She's getting too comfortable. Wading into territory that doesn't belong to her. Prodding old scars like she has the right. Poking around in rooms that were locked for a reason.Bianca's never known how to leave things alone.Even now—after I've drawn the lines, after I've dragged her across them and shown her what happens when she crosses me—she still doesn't learn.Still keeps prying.And what's fucking worse is that I walked away yesterday before I did something I couldn't take back. Locked myself in the office. Buried myself in numbers and paper and hollow distractions.But it hadn't been enough.I came home hoping for peace.Instead, I walked into the kitchen and overheard Bianca pushing Martha, digging for answers with that soft, manipulative voice, acting like she's not slicing me open.And now I'm boiling. It's in my blood. Beneath my skin. Coiled and lethal.There's only one way I know to burn i
Reborn: The president Contracted Wife Chapter 22: Prying.
~Bianca's POV~"The one Damien is supposed to marry."That sentence hadn't stopped echoing since Moira dropped it like it was a harmless afterthought. Since Damien's face went blank and he followed her out without a word. Since the floor gave out under every single one of us.He was supposed to get married?To someone?Why the hell hadn't he mentioned that before handing me a contract and asking me to play his little game for six goddamn months?Why manipulate Nathan and me into signing a fake partnership agreement, only to blindside me with some secret fiancée waiting in the wings like a third-act plot twist?And yeah, sure, he'd said he never agreed to it. But that didn't change the fact that the expectation existed. That his family clearly wanted it. That it had been an option he never bothered to mention.And why was that bothering me so much?Why did it matter?It shouldn't. This was business. A con. Justice for father.That was all....Wasn't it?Still, I couldn't seem to unclen
Reborn: The president Contracted Wife Chapter 21: One Date.
~Damien's POV~Fucking Aunt Moira.Of all the people I didn't want to see today, and of all the moments she could've chosen to play family, she ambushed me mid-lunch with the two women I was finally getting a reaction out of. A glimmer of chaos in their eyes, and I was enjoying it.Then she showed up.Heels clacking like a war drum. Voice loud enough to turn heads. Entrance dramatic enough to rival a Broadway finale.Fucking Aunt Moira.Herman's sister. The one woman who didn't blink when he brought home a broken, furious boy and said, "He's mine now."She made space for me where there was none. Took me in without hesitation. Gave me food, a bed, a sharp tongue when I needed it, and affection I didn't know how to receive.So no… I couldn't hate her.But right now?I could absolutely throttle her.Ever since that goddamn accident took her husband and kid, she'd funneled all that unspent love straight into me. Like I was her second chance. And in some ways, I was.I didn't mind. Hell, I
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