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CHAPTER 7: The First Save
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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
The Billion Dollar Contract CHAPTER 10: The Line in the Sand
ELENA’S POVThree weeks. Three weeks of Adrian Blackwood’s clean, open world, and I was drowning in it.The Luxe Collective project was amazing; it was everything I had ever wanted professionally. But Adrian was in every other aspect of my life. My calendar was synced to his assistant's cloud. My closet was vetted in advance by stylists. Every public appearance was pre-planned down to the second. He had control of my wardrobe, my itinerary, my engagements. The only space he didn’t dictate was my bed.But that was what was driving me mad. Because every time he looked at me, I saw want in his eyes. Every time he laid a hand on my waist at some charity dinner, I could feel the restraint in his fingers. Every night I tossed and turned, trying to convince myself he was thinking about me too.Wednesday. 7 PM.I came home late from a meeting with a potential client to find a printed schedule sitting on the kitchen counter. My schedule. For the next two weeks. Completely rewritten.Friday:
The Billion Dollar Contract CHAPTER 9: The Crack in the Ice
ADRIAN’S POVHer lips hovered millimeters from mine, a proximity so dangerous it blurred the rest of the room into irrelevance. I could hear the shallow, erratic rhythm of her breath, a staccato counterpoint to the thunder in my own chest. The scent of her—something soft like vanilla mixed with the sharp, metallic tang of adrenaline and fear—filled my lungs. She wasn't pulling away.That fact alone should have made this simple. It should have been a license to bridge the final gap, to take what I wanted with the ruthlessness that defined every other aspect of my life. But then I looked at her eyes. They were wide, swimming with unshed tears, and her hands trembled against my chest.She was vulnerable. Raw. Breaking apart right in front of me. And despite everything I was, despite the monster the business world believed me to be, I was not the kind of man who took advantage of broken things.I pushed away from the wall, putting cold, necessary distance between us. "Get some sleep,"
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