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CHAPTER 10: The Line in the Sand
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The Billion Dollar Contract CHAPTER 16: The Dinner Party
ELENA’S POVThe dress arrived at six. It was a crimson red silk number—backless, risqué, cut to kill. I stared at it in my room, the fabric shimmering like fresh blood. We hadn't talked since the camera incident two nights ago. Safe distance. Dangerous silence.There was a knock on my door. Adrian stood in the hallway, wearing a black tuxedo, hair slicked back, looking ice cold."Wear that." He nodded at the dress. "And these."He handed me a velvet box. Inside were diamond earrings—showy, dangerous, head-turners."Adrian—""Tonight. You're not just my wife." His voice was clipped, final. "You are my weapon. Victor wants to see us break. He won't get that satisfaction."Then he walked away, leaving me there holding diamonds that cost more than my car, realizing dinner was not dinner. War was war.At 7:53 PM, the car ride was silent. Adrian sat across from me, on his phone, while I stared at the city passing by. The dress hugged my body like a second skin, and the diamonds bit into my
The Billion Dollar Contract CHAPTER 15: The Domesticity
ELENA’S POVA week. It had been a week, and time didn't seem to have meaning anymore. Hospital. Penthouse. Work. Repeat.At the hospital, my father still slept in his coma. The doctors said the swelling in his brain had gone down, that he was stable and his vitals were good, but he didn't wake. Every morning I went and sat beside his bed, speaking to him even though he couldn't hear me. Just waiting.At the penthouse, I took care of the Luxe project and waited for Adrian to return. We had developed a routine—quiet, cautious, borderline domestic. Coffee together at the kitchen island, him on his tablet going over financials, me on my laptop sketching designs. There was silence between us, but it was different now. A comfortable silence that didn't suffocate me anymore.He would ask how my father was. I would ask about his day. Stupid questions. Simple answers. Normal. Dangerously normal.At night, I would end up in the living room, him with a glass of scotch, me with my tea. We talked
The Billion Dollar Contract CHAPTER 14: The Protector
ADRIAN’S POVI failed her.I kept thinking it over and over again, the words looping in my mind like an accusation. Persistent. Cruel.I sat at my desk, the glow of the monitors illuminating the dark office as I watched the Serenity Pines security feed. I watched Torres swipe his keycard. I watched him open that door. I watched Elena’s father shuffle out into the night.I’d promised her he would be safe. I’d promised her she could trust me. And I’d failed.I clutched my scotch glass in my hand, squeezing until my palm stung against the crystal. Victor had outplayed me. Beat my security flawlessly. Found a weakness I didn’t know I had.I would never make that mistake again.I picked up my phone and dialed."Blackwood," Marcus answered. He was my head of security, former Secret Service, and one of the best I’d ever had."I need a full detail on Elena. Discreet. She doesn’t know they’re there.""How many?""Two minimum. More if she leaves Manhattan. And I want armed guards at Mercy Hospi
The Billion Dollar Contract CHAPTER 13: The Leverage
ELENA’S POVI woke up on the couch, squinting against the aggressive morning sun pouring in through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The light was too bright, too cheerful for the heaviness in my chest. My neck was stiff from the awkward angle, but there was a blanket draped over me—a cashmere throw, soft and impossibly expensive. I hadn't pulled it over myself last night.Adrian.I sat up slowly, the silence of the penthouse pressing against my ears. There was a note on the coffee table, written in his sharp, purposeful handwriting: Had to chase down a lead. Won't be home tonight. I'll explain when I return. - A.I stared down at the paper, a flicker of irritation sparking in my chest. Stay home. It was an order disguised as information, as if I were a child who needed protecting rather than a partner in this mess. But I was too tired to hold onto the anger. I folded the note with a sigh, then showered and changed, washing away the residue of the hospital waiting room.By 10:30 AM, I wa
The Billion Dollar Contract CHAPTER 12: The Truce
ELENA’S POVI opened the passenger door and slid into Adrian’s car. The leather was cold on my legs, and the interior smelled like him—cedar and expensive cologne and something darker. He didn’t say anything. He just put the car in drive.We pulled out of the hospital parking lot in silence. I stared out the window as the city blurred past—streetlights and empty sidewalks and the occasional taxi. I waited for him to speak. To ask questions. To lecture me about leaving without telling him. To take control like he always did.But he didn’t.His hands gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white, jaw tight. But he was silent. Just… there. Steady.Something in my chest loosened. Just a fraction.We drove through the empty streets of Manhattan, back to the penthouse. The elevator ride up was quiet, too. He didn’t touch me. Didn’t crowd me. Just stood on the opposite side, hands in his pockets.The doors opened. I walked into the penthouse, and my legs felt like lead. Every step took ef
The Billion Dollar Contract CHAPTER 11: The Vigil
ELENA’S POVMercy Hospital smelled like bleach and death. I burst through the double doors, my heels clicking too loudly against the cracked linoleum floor. It was too bright, too cold—everything was white and sterile and wrong.A nurse glanced up at the entrance from her station.“I’m here for Thomas Vance,” I said. My voice cracked on his name.She checked her computer screen, and her face went carefully neutral. Oh God. That look meant bad news.“He’s in surgery. Critical condition.” She pointed down a hallway. “Waiting room is down there. Third door on the left. Someone will update you when we know more.”Critical condition. My head was echoing with the words. I nodded numbly and walked down the hallway on legs that felt like they weren’t mine.The waiting room was small. Fluorescent lights buzzed above like trapped insects. Vinyl chairs lined the walls, and the TV in the corner was on but muted, flashing silent news.I was the only one there. I slid into a chair, the vinyl sque
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