Todos os capítulos de Accidentally Contracted To The Billionaire CEO: Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 120

Ivy's POVOh, man, where to start? The airport is like the land of stressed out zombies, everyone just aimlessly shuffling along, trying not to look like they want to rip someone's head off. The fluorescent lights are burning my retinas, and the noise is just…ugh. It's like being inside a blender filled with car horns and crying babies.I've been waiting forever, it feels like an eternity since I arrived at the gate. I've been checking and double-checking my carry-on luggage, making sure it's perfect — like it's about to go on stage for a Broadway show or something. I glance down at my phone, which is blowing up with notifications. There are work emails, of course — a never-ending stream of messages. I silence them, one by one, trying to tune out the stress and anxiety that comes with them.Next, I tackle the spam texts — annoying messages from unknown numbers, trying to sell me everything from weight loss supplements to discount vacations.Finally, I make my way to Instagram, where

Andrei's POV Paul's 'I tried my best' crap doesn't cut it. Best? Best isn't good enough. He should've done whatever it took to keep Ivy from leaving the country.I don’t bother hiding the annoyance in my voice as I bark orders at him. “You’re going to New York. You’re going to keep an eye on Ivy. Make sure she stays out of trouble." For now, it's time to shut down this operation. I won't risk Brielle's life. The danger I've already put her in makes me sick. My focus is solely on the monitors as I watch her every move. I'm holding my breath, waiting to see what happens next. But in a split second, everything goes dark. The screens flicker and die, and the equipment falls silent. No way. No freaking way. What just happened? I'm out of there in a flash, grabbing my coat and making a beeline for the door. It's when I see Odessa. She's just standing in the hallway, looking all calm and collected. She looks like she's waiting for someone, but her eyes lock onto mine, and I know she's

Brielle's POV Why so bright? I squint, shielding my eyes from the golden glare spilling through the curtains. It's not just the light that catches my attention – I feel Andrei's strong arms wrapped snugly around me, holding me close. I turn to face him, and oh man, he's so peaceful. His mouth’s slightly open, and he’s making these adorable little snuffly noises. His dark eyelashes fan out against his cheeks, and his hair is mussed. A tiny crease furrows his brow, as if he's concentrating on something even in his sleep.I've got a goofy grin plastered on my face, and I just can't seem to shake it. But then, I hear him mutter the name 'Odessa' in his sleep.Suddenly my grin doesn't feel goofy anymore... I watch, transfixed, as Andrei's face contorts in distress. His eyebrows furrow, his lips curl downward, and his eyes twitch beneath his eyelids. I gently nudge him. His eyes flutter open.He's awake, but he's not really here. His eyes are distant, like he's staring into a void. The

Ivy's POV With a smile as wide as the city itself, I hop out of the cab, stretching my arms out to the sky and feeling the energy of the city coursing through my veins. “I made it,” I mutter to myself as I watch my cab driver peel away from the curb and disappear into the colorful chaos of New York traffic. I gather leather suitcase and matching trunk, adorned with travel stickers and scratches from countless adventures, into the gates of the Blank Slate Gallery. The space stretches out like a cathedral, high ceilings and sparse furnishing making it feel both grandiose and intimate at the same time. And get this: not a single piece of art graces these bare walls. The title of the gallery looks pretty much like the gallery itself – everywhere looks, well, blank. Like you'd expect the typical gallery activities – art installations, exhibitions, and chic gatherings – but there's nothing. On my way to the front desk, I see a cat. There's a cat, its fur a mesmerizing swirl of gray

Brielle's POV “Spare me the theatrics. Your 'I don't remember' act is an insult. We both know you recall every word, every accusation. Don't try to gaslight me. I'm not that gullible. Own up to your words, or at least, have the decency to come up with a more convincing lie.” A flicker of hurt crosses Andrei's face before his features settle into a mask of offended dignity. “The thought of me calling you a traitor is laughable, Brielle. You should know better than anyone how absurd that is. I love you, and I’d never accuse you of such a thing.” I take a deep breath, acknowledging the sting of regret. Well, Brielle, it looks like you've done it again. Opened mouth, inserted foot. Maybe next time you'll think before you speak. Then again, He's denying everything. Again. I know what I heard. I'm not crazy, and I'm not misremembering. “I don't know what else to do. I'm at my wit's end. Can we please, for the love of all things sane, just go talk to someone? A therapist, a counselor,