The Merciless Billionaire's Contract Marriage のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

AIDEN'S POV Jeffrey King, my father choked on his fancy fish eggs. The next day, he decided to fix my problem by putting me on a plane and taking me to Norway, where he had a visit planned at one of Royal Pipelines’ oil drilling sites. Maria, the Norwegian woman who took away my virginity, was in her early thirties, about a head taller than my teenage self, and looked completely confused when I almost threw up on her lap. I didn’t want to lose it, not that young, not to a stranger, and definitely not in a fancy brothel on a side street . But doing things to make my father happy wasn’t new to me. It was just another normal day in the King household, where my father held power over me like a reward to make me do what he wanted. Stand straight. Don’t use bad words. Don’t spell anything wrong, fall off a horse, eat with bad manners, or look my father in the eye. So, I put on a condom and did what was expected of me. When I walked out of the room, my father patted my ba

AURORA'S POV He was marrying someone else. I was really late. I showed up near midnight, looking and feeling like trash. And he didn’t even look at me. What did I expect? You thought he saw you as more than just someone to carry his baby. But that was my first and last mistake about Aiden King. I walked from my bike to my apartment, stomping on puddles on purpose. It was late, raining hard, and my windbreaker was ripped from the long ride back and forth from Back Bay. My fingers and toes were numb. Maybe they had fallen off, and I just hadn’t noticed. Not like it would matter when Peter and Kenneth finally cut me up and fed me to the crows. Wherever you are, Thomas, I hope you suffer twice as much as me. I opened the front door to my building, I mean Annabelle’s building. I had no home, I reminded myself. It was dark, cold, and smelled like mold. I took a step toward the stairs when something hit my face hard. My cheek burned so much that my eyes filled with tears. A loud noise

AIDEN'S POV All I had to do was keep Aurora away from me after we got married. Casey: Your schedule is full today, sir. Aiden: You mean my schedule is clear because you used your few brain cells to fix it. That’s what I PAY YOU FOR. Casey: Yes, sir. What should I do about the engagement ring? Aiden: Send Ms. Pierce a big check and an apology note. I’m not marrying her. Casey: OMG, really? Casey: Sorry, I mean, is the spot still open, sir? ;) Casey: I would make a great wife. I can cook, fish, and babysat a lot of kids. I also know… other things.One day I'll really have to fire my useless assistants but for now I have other pressing matters to take care of. I got out of the elevator, my shoes tapping on the marble floor. Through the big window, I saw the black SUV waiting outside, with the freezing snowstorm behind it then I got in the back seat and told the driver Aurora’s work address. Casey: Never mind. Sorry. That was wrong of me. If you’re not marrying Ms. Pie

AIDEN'S POV I wasn’t used to being drawn to a particular person. Honestly, I wasn’t even sure if I could want a woman. And if I could, I was certain it would come with problems I wouldn’t enjoy. Aurora took another small puff of the cigar, then passed it back to me. Our fingers brushed. A jolt of electricity shot up my spine in a sensation I could only describe as both horrible and pleasant. I wanted to kiss her and kick her out of the car. Preferably at the same time but for the sake of my legal team, I did neither. “What else would this marriage include?” She looked down and licked her lip. "You will go with me to events, help at my charity, and play your part as a dutiful wife.” “Hmm.” She sank into the seat, stretching like a spoiled cat against the leather. “Anything else?” “You’ll sign a strict NDA and an ironclad prenup. But as long as we’re married, you’ll be well taken care of.” “What if you leave me for someone else?” I could barely handle the idea of one marr

AURORA'S POV The next day, Devon, Aiden's lawyer and friend knocked on my apartment door, looking like trouble in a sharp navy blue suit and a fresh haircut. Meanwhile, I was standing there in a six year old Walmart dress, worn out shoes, and a discounted windbreaker from the Salvation Army. “Mr. Devon?” I mumbled, hugging the door frame and stifling a yawn. He walked right past me, stepping into the tiny studio apartment. Annabelle was still asleep in our shared bed, wearing nothing but a thin red nightgown, one bronzed leg tossed over the blanket. He stopped, taking in the view. “And who is this goddess?” “That would be my sister, Mr. Zeus. Now, if you could kindly stop staring at her legs” Devon turned back to me, sighing, and shoved a thick stack of paperwork against my chest. Like Aiden, he had the ability to make the air shift around him. But while Aiden made me want to fall apart in his arms, Devon gave off a different energy. Something more mysterious. “I fille