Semua Bab Accidentally Contracted To The Billionaire CEO: Bab 101 - Bab 110

Andrei's POV. I occupy a solitary pew at the rear of the chapel, my attention riveted on the priest as he makes his proclamations. His voice bounces off the stone walls, but it's just background noise to me. I'm here to pay my respects to Jamie, not to listen to some old man talk about peace and forgiveness. I swear on my life, I'm gonna catch those fuckers. Jamie's murderers will pay for their crimes. It doesn't matter what twisted motive drove them. You take someone's life, you pay the price. And framing someone else for it? That's just adding insult to injury, a whole new level of depravity in a world's that's quick to point fingers, quick to cast judgement. And once you're in the crosshairs, it's a lot easier to get screwed over. The media's got a field day with it, spinning stories and making mountains out of molehills. Everyone's too damn quick to believe them, to point the finger and say, 'that's the guy who did it.' That's how it goes. Once you're marked, once the world

Brielle's POV. “Give me a name, Brielle.” “I… I don't know. Andrei. I never got to see his face.” This is bad. Andrei's fury is palpable, and I'm not sure what he's capable of when he's this angry. “Nothing? No name? No details at all?” His questions come rapid-fire. A small shake of my head is all I can… manage. I catch a glimpse of his frustration, and it throws me off guard. I don't know what to make of it. Is he mad at me? At himself? I wish he wouldn't turn away like that; it's hard to read him when he's like this. He turns to face me again, his gaze intense, “I'll kill the bastard who did this to you. I swear it. No one hurts my woman and lives.” I'm gonna go ahead and high-five my heart for its little happy dance because, seeing Andrei here, ready to kick ass and take names, it's like a shot of adrenaline straight to my soul. I feel like a… what's the word? Giddy? No, that's too schoolgirl crushy. Overjoyed? Nah, too Hallmark movie-ish. Ecstatic? Yeah, that's it. Ecs

Brielle's POV Our eyes stay locked as he removes his shirt, revealing a body that's both beautiful and intimidating. His muscles are strong, defined, utterly masculine. It's not just his physique that's impressive – it's the way he carries himself. It's ridiculously… sexy. I lick my lips, my eyes fixed on him. I'm dying to run my hands over his body, stroke those chiseled abs, those strong arms. I want to run my hands all over him, feel every inch of that hard, muscled skin beneath my fingers. Andrei gives me this wicked little grin, like he knows exactly what I'm thinking. He takes my hand, places it on his abs. Oh man, it's like touching a rock-hard, warm marble statue. He fingers stroke my hand where it rests on his abs. “You know you want to explore.” I let my fingers slide over his skin, tracing the lines of his muscles. “You're…you're not making this easy,” I whisper, feeling my cheeks flush as I meet his gaze. He's like a breath of fresh air in a world that's always

Brielle's POV. “Hit the shower, toss on some clothes, we're heading to your parents'.” “I'm having second thoughts, Andrei. Seeing my parents might be more than I can… handle.” “It's not a big deal, really. We'll just keep it to ourselves and pretend everything's fine. No need to explain anything.” “what if Mom asks about… us.” “We have a contract, that's all.” We're driving to my parents' place, and I'm still trying to wrap my head around why Andrei's being so pushy about this visit. What's behind his sudden interest in seeing them? It all seems pretty random to me. He makes quick pit stop at a convenience store, hops out, goes inside, browses for a bit, and then makes a purchase. Whatever it is, he's quick to hide it in his pocket. Before I know it, he's back in the car, starting the engine like nothing's happened. *** “Brielle?! Oh my Gosh, it's really her!” Mom’s voice rings out across the yard, warm and cheerful, carrying the sounds of merriment. Her party vibe is und

Brielle's POV. “Sweet mother of chaos, Ivy. You’re like a moth drawn to the flame, begging to get scorched. And I’m here, trying to wave you away like a lunatic waving a fan at a forest fire.” What the hell do I have to do? Sing a lullaby about how dangerous Valtor is? This is ridiculous. I shouldn't have to babysit Ivy like this. But I can’t just let her walk into this mess with Valtor. She’s gonna get herself killed. I'm stuck pacing my room, trying to make sense of Ivy's latest crisis. But then, I glance out the window- Andrei's car is parked in the driveway. Without thinking, I'm hurtling downstairs, my feet pounding out a staccato rhythm on the steps. The wooden banister glides beneath my hand as I round the landing. Fingers crossed Mom's snoring peacefully, completely clueless about Andrei's midnight rendezvous. And Jeremy? Let's just say I'm counting on his exceptional talent for being clueless. Or we’re pretty much screwed, aren’t we? One slip-up, one misstep, and it’s