“In those two years, you will do everything I ask of you, no questions asked,” he stated, his tone firm. I opened my mouth to protest, but he cut me off. “I’m not done. During those years, you are not allowed to be with any man, young or old. No dates, no clients, no flirting. If you so much as smile at a man, the contract is broken” "And if you break any part of the contract, you’ll pay me the full amount, plus 200% interest. And I always collect my debts, Elizabeth, one way or another." His voice deepened into a threat. I swallowed hard and stared at the table in front of me, my heart racing. If I didn’t sign it, my sister could die. --- When the broken meets the unlucky, sparks ignite. Elizabeth James has always considered herself unlucky, but nothing tests her resolve more than her sister’s life-threatening illness. Desperate to save her, she accepts help from Richard—a powerful billionaire with his own demons. His help comes at a price: two years bound by his rules, doing whatever he says, no questions asked. Haunted by the betrayal of his ex-wife, Richard lives by a single regret: ‘I wish I made her pay.’ When Elizabeth—a young orphan who bears an uncanny resemblance with his ex—enters his life, a misunderstanding convinces him she’s just another gold digger. Manipulating her into an impossible deal, Richard plans to humiliate her and make her break. But what begins as a calculated act of revenge spirals into something unexpected. Richard finds himself drawn to Elizabeth in ways he never imagined could ever happen again.
View MoreElizabeth’s Point of View:“I know you got triggered when she mentioned Laura, but you shouldn’t have spoken to your mum like that,” I said to Richard once we were alone in the elevator.“Especially not in front of all those people,” I added as the elevator doors opened revealing Richard’s private floor.Apparently, the house had five floors, including an underground basement. The basement alone was a whole world of its own—with a gym, a cinema, an indoor tennis and basketball court, and a game room.The first floor—the entrance floor—had over four living rooms, a guest lounge, a waiting area, and a grand dining space. There was also an indoor spa and an indoor pool too.The second floor held the main kitchen, a large dining area, two pantries, and a beautiful, glass-walled library that stretched from one end of the floor to the other.The third floor was what Richard called “the guest wing”—with thirteen ensuite bedrooms, each with its own sitting area and mini lounge.But the top f
Elizabeth's point of view:My eyes darted between Richard and Jessica, both of them staring at me with pleading eyes.“Oh, please, sis,” Jessica added with those big pleading eyes of hers.I shook my head, feeling trapped. “I can’t. I really can’t…” I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “Richard knows… the last time I was at the house, it didn’t go well.”I hoped that excuse would be enough to end the conversation, but Richard didn’t even flinch.“It’s not the same house,” he said quickly. “And even if it was, we’re not going back to that. Let the past be the past. Please, let’s start over.”I stared at him, his eyes wide, and before I could respond, he gave me that annoying smirk—the one that made me want to slap and kiss him at the same time.“You know what the doctors advised,” he added. I stared at him, brows furrowed, as he casually placed a hand on his chest. “We do what is best for the heart. And right now… having you by my side is very good for my heart.”I blushed instant
As soon as they let go of me, I rushed to Richard.“Sit down,” I whispered, holding him gently, guiding him back onto the bed.He sat back on the bed breathing heavy.“What is this?” Sylvia asked Beatrice, a hint of disbelief in her voice. “Why are you defending this witch?”"I’m not defending anyone. I’m doing what’s best for Richard.” Beatrice explains stepping further into the room.“And if you care about him as much as you say you do, you’d let Elizabeth stay. She’s clearly the only one he wants… and her presence clearly makes him better. Let her stay for now, untill he gets better”Sylvia narrowed her eyes with disbelieve as she stared at her, then her gaze shifted to me and Richard.The monitor beside him was quiet now, his heart rate steady. “Does having her by his side really make him better?” she muttered, more to herself than anyone else.But the matron answered anyway.“Yes.”Sylvia said nothing more. She didn’t look at me again. She just turned slowly and walked out.That
He was awake. He was saying my name. I took one step forward—about to rush to him when I felt Rose’s firm grip around my arm.I turned to her, my chest rising and falling, and she slowly shook her head, eyes wide with warning.I froze.I knew it! I knew I wasn’t supposed to expose myself. For my own good, for the hospital and for rose's job, but my heart… God, my heart was screaming.I stood there, rooted to the floor, my hands clenched into fists.“Richard!” Sylvia’s voice snapped, pushing past me as she rushed to his side. “You’re awake,” she gasped, grabbing one of his hands with both of hers. “You’re really awake.”The monitor beeped louder. Faster. Sharper.His blood pressure was still climbing—erratic and unstable.“His heart rate’s not settling,” one of the nurses warned, eyeing the screen. “BP’s still dangerously high.”“Get a beta-blocker ready—IV push,” the matron barked. “Now! We need to calm him down.”Even as they scrambled across the room frantically, my eyes stayed l
Elizabeth’s Point of ViewI dipped my head immediately, heart pounding as Rose stepped forward and tried to speak.“Uhm… ma’am, we’re just here to check his vitals.”Even without looking up, I could feel it—Sylvia’s glare.“Didn’t I tell you never to attend to him when I’m not here?” she scolded.“But ma’am, you were gone for almost an hour and—”“I wasn’t gone for an hour,” she snapped, cutting her off. “And even if I was, you should have waited. Is that too hard?”She paused then, her eyes sweeping over all of us like we were insects under a glass.“So?” she asked, folding her arms. “How is he doing?”Rose blinked. “What?”Sylvia’s voice rose again, sharp and impatient. “You said you came to check his vitals. I’m asking—what’s the update? Is there any progress? Or is this hospital just filled with useless, overpaid incompetents who know nothing?”We all stood frozen. Even Rose’s mouth hung slightly open. I had always thought Sylvia saved that tone for me… but clearly, no one was saf
“Good, let’s go. Mrs. Williams might be back soon,” Rose said, handing us clipboards and pens before ushering us out of the room.The moment we stepped out of Jessica’s room, my heart began to pound. Hard.It wasn’t just nerves—it was fear. Real fear.The last time I went up to that floor, Mrs. Williams had ordered the guards to beat me and lock me in their van.They would’ve done it too, if Beatrice hadn’t stopped them.“I hate your guts, I hate everything about you—but I won't let Sylvia do something Richard would hate her for. So for your own good, never come back up again. At least not until Richard’s fine.”Beatrice’s words echoed in my head as we walked toward the elevator.My palms were so sweaty it was soaking the clipboard. My chest felt like a shuttle.We got into the elevator, and Rose pressed the 12th button.Our eyes stayed glued to the lights as it ticked through every floor before finally—Ding.The door slid open.And there they were.Guards.Seven of them. Maybe more.
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