Semua Bab Reborn: The president Contracted Wife : Bab 11 - Bab 16

~Bianca's POV~The chandelier lights shined across the glossy marble floors, painting a soft golden glow over the living room-turned-dining-hall. At the top of the staircase, I stood with my arm threaded through Nathan's. My royal blue silk dress hugged every curve, the fabric whispering elegance and control.Cameras flashed. The press lined the entrance like vultures in designer suits, hungry for scandal. Below, laughter rose and fell over the clinking of glasses.Nathan leaned in, his voice smooth with performative affection. "Smile, darling."I did. Or something close enough.The MC's voice boomed over the soft classical music. "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome tonight's gracious hosts—Nathan and Bianca Hayes!"Polite applause erupted as we descended the staircase with poised steps—he, the polished businessman; me, the picture-perfect wife. But only one of us knew the truth behind the mask.The dining table stretched long, dressed in gold-rimmed china, crystal goblets, and silv

~Damien's POV~I haven't felt this alive in years.Not even when Herman shipped me off to Europe, convinced that military-grade discipline could burn the fire out of me. The cold showers, the brutal drills, and the endless boardroom simulations. All of it meant to scrub away the rage and shape me into something useful.It worked for a while until I saw Bianca Calloway again, and every buried ember roared back to life. First, at the cemetery, where she started rambling—regret, wrong choices, sorrow pouring out like a confession no one asked for. I dropped her off and drove away. I should've left it at that, buried the past, like everyone always says.But then she walked into my meeting.Begging.Asking for help to bring down her husband using my company—my resources. She said Nathan was responsible for her father's death. That he'd ruined everything.That's when it stopped being coincidence.This was opportunity.What were the odds that I'd come back to New York and run into the woman

Chapter 15: You Are Mine.~Bianca's POV~The room looked like a velvet-covered nightmare.Dark red walls flickered with shadows, and chains shone under the warm lights, sharp and ready. Leather straps hung in neat lines—some thick, some thin—each one hinting at pain or control. A large X-Cross stood at the far wall with straps at each each, surrounded by shelves filled with gags, ropes, cuffs, and clamps, all laid out like they belonged in a shrine to power and submission.It carried the scent of leather and musk. Of power and sin.A red room.Every inch dared me to kneel.My heels sank into a plush carpet, and my chest tightened. This wasn't just a space—it was an invitation and a warning, a place built to strip you down, body and soul.Then I saw Damien standing by a tall mirror, no longer in a suit but in a white shirt, half unbuttoned to reveal golden skin and the sharp cut of his chest. Dark pants clung to his hips, and he was barefoot, at ease.Dangerous. He looked like he belon