All Chapters of Reborn: The president Contracted Wife : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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Chapter 21: One Date.

~Damien's POV~Fucking Aunt Moira.Of all the people I didn't want to see today, and of all the moments she could've chosen to play family, she ambushed me mid-lunch with the two women I was finally getting a reaction out of. A glimmer of chaos in their eyes, and I was enjoying it.Then she showed up.Heels clacking like a war drum. Voice loud enough to turn heads. Entrance dramatic enough to rival a Broadway finale.Fucking Aunt Moira.Herman's sister. The one woman who didn't blink when he brought home a broken, furious boy and said, "He's mine now."She made space for me where there was none. Took me in without hesitation. Gave me food, a bed, a sharp tongue when I needed it, and affection I didn't know how to receive.So no… I couldn't hate her.But right now?I could absolutely throttle her.Ever since that goddamn accident took her husband and kid, she'd funneled all that unspent love straight into me. Like I was her second chance. And in some ways, I was.I didn't mind. Hell, I

Last Updated : 2025-08-06

Chapter 22: Prying.

~Bianca's POV~"The one Damien is supposed to marry."That sentence hadn't stopped echoing since Moira dropped it like it was a harmless afterthought. Since Damien's face went blank and he followed her out without a word. Since the floor gave out under every single one of us.He was supposed to get married?To someone?Why the hell hadn't he mentioned that before handing me a contract and asking me to play his little game for six goddamn months?Why manipulate Nathan and me into signing a fake partnership agreement, only to blindside me with some secret fiancée waiting in the wings like a third-act plot twist?And yeah, sure, he'd said he never agreed to it. But that didn't change the fact that the expectation existed. That his family clearly wanted it. That it had been an option he never bothered to mention.And why was that bothering me so much?Why did it matter?It shouldn't. This was business. A con. Justice for father.That was all....Wasn't it?Still, I couldn't seem to unclen

Last Updated : 2025-08-06

Chapter 23: Run, Little Bianca.

~Damien's POV~I'm pissed.Not just irritated. Not mildly annoyed.Fucking livid.She's getting too comfortable. Wading into territory that doesn't belong to her. Prodding old scars like she has the right. Poking around in rooms that were locked for a reason.Bianca's never known how to leave things alone.Even now—after I've drawn the lines, after I've dragged her across them and shown her what happens when she crosses me—she still doesn't learn.Still keeps prying.And what's fucking worse is that I walked away yesterday before I did something I couldn't take back. Locked myself in the office. Buried myself in numbers and paper and hollow distractions.But it hadn't been enough.I came home hoping for peace.Instead, I walked into the kitchen and overheard Bianca pushing Martha, digging for answers with that soft, manipulative voice, acting like she's not slicing me open.And now I'm boiling. It's in my blood. Beneath my skin. Coiled and lethal.There's only one way I know to burn i

Last Updated : 2025-08-06

Chapter 24: The Hunt.

~Bianca's POV~My heart hammered so hard against my ribcage, it nearly drowned out the profound silence of the house.I pressed my back flatly against the wood, crouched low in a place I was certain Damien would never check: an old linen closet hidden behind the east wing hall. The sought of place that had the faint smell of cedar and mothballs, which was stacked with folded sheets I was a hundred percent sure had remained untouched for years.Why here? Because it was way too obvious. He'd expect me to squeeze myself into shadows or behind drapes. But this? This felt beyond clever… to be hidden in plain sight.At least, that's what I told myself while I tried to quiet down my rapid breaths.I didn't know why I'd agreed to this insane game in the first place. Perhaps I hadn't been thinking clearly, or maybe I wanted so badly to prove something, to him and myself, that I wasn't just a fragile little toy of his that he could break and fix at will. Perhaps I wanted to win.Stupid.Conside

Last Updated : 2025-08-21

Chapter 25: Punishment Time.

~Bianca's POV~Damien carried me as if I were weightless, slung over his shoulder while I beat at his back with my fists. The strikes landed uselessly against impenetrable muscle. He didn't even flinch.A heavy mahogany door squeaked open under his free hand as the scent of leather, ink, and old paper harsh enough to sting my nose, rushed out.I caught only flashes upside-down: the twinkle of polished floors, the bottom shelves lined with books, and the edge of a massive desk. Then he dropped me onto a black leather couch. My breath rushed out in a harsh gasp as I caught myself, palms stinging once more.Only then did I take it in properly: the wide room, walls lined neatly with books and files, the sleekness of a desk standing at its centre like a throne. A floor-to-ceiling window was cracked open behind the desk, to what appeared to be noon now, the curtains stirring slightly with the breeze… mocking me with the nearness of freedom.The room cramped in. Glossy wood, intentional orde

Last Updated : 2025-08-22

Chapter 26: At His Mercy.

~Bianca’s POV~ “...twenty.”The word scraped harshly from my throat. My body shook and my pussy was on fire. I trembled, humiliated, yet soaked with my thighs sticky with arousal dripping onto the desk beneath me, betraying me with every pulse.Damien finally stilled. His chest rose with calm control as the spatula dangled from his hand like a weapon he might decide to use again. Merciless blue eyes were fixed on me with cruel amusement.“Look at you.” He said. “Dripping after every strike. You pretend you hate it, Bianca, but your filthy little cunt tells me the truth.”Shame scorched me. “I-I don’t—”“Don’t lie.” His smooth thumb pressed against my swollen red folds, dragging my arousal across the sore skin deliberately. “You’ve drenched my desk. Is this what you need? To be punished until you’re wet and begging? Or do you just get this soaked for me?”A raw and equally helpless whimper broke free from my lips, and his smirk widened.Putting the spatula aside, my body stiffened as

Last Updated : 2025-08-25

Chapter 27

Bianca’s POvI stood infront of the mirror checking the different dresses on my body. Then, I heard a soft knock on my door. “Come in.” my voice rung out. And then, Martha stepped in with a black box in hand. “Mr. Damain sent me to give you this.”I didn't need to ask to guess what it was. A dress. Damian could take me for trash but when it comes to guest, he never failed to make a presence. I took it with a nod and waited till she left to open it. It was black silk dress. I slid it over my skin, hugging my body tightly, exposing my curves. It exposed parts of my body I'd rather it not. It's shoulder hung low over mine, exposing my breasts to a length, and it was so short, it revealed my some part of my upper thighs God! As if he can't be anymore annoying, he brings me a dress of a prostitute. I didn't feel comfortable one bit! But, if he brought the dress for me, that meant I had no choice but to wear it. This was all part of his sick game. “Perfect,” Damian’s voice cut

Last Updated : 2025-09-30

Chapter 28

Breaking Rules Damian’s POVThe dinner had started, the tension thick in the room. Nathan sat across from me, his spine straight, eyes darting between me and his wife, as be still tried to maintain that smug smile, even a ten year old could tell it was fake. Pathetic! I was going to enjoy slowly bringing him down to his knees. Cecilia, his mother, sat comfortably next to him. I invited her here, because I knew what most didmt. She was the real voice behind Nathan's little and petty success.And then there was Bianca.She sat to my left, looking light and exposed in that black dress I got her. I wanted her to feel every bit ashamed and exposed. Her eyes were wide and frantic, she was already on edge… Perfect.I slid one hand beneath the table and pressed the button to the device on my phone. And then, a faint hum answered, so subtle that Nathan and Cecilia didn’t notice. But Bianca did.Her body jolted almost imperceptibly, as her knees brushed the underside of the table.I

Last Updated : 2025-09-30

Chapter 29: Regret

Bianca POVThe silence after my hand cracked across Damian’s face was heavier than thunder. My palm still tingled, my heartbeat deafening in my ears. I hadn’t planned it. I didn't think it through. It was instinct, I just snapped and here I was standing right in the middle of my worst nightmare. For a moment no one even breathed in the dining room.Then, Nathan’s chair screeched back. He shot up, face flushed with a mix of shock and fury. His voice snapped across the room like a whip.“What the hell is wrong with you?!”The words punched straight into me, but I couldn’t reply. My throat fell too tight to even speak. All this was still overwhelming for me. For maybe the first time, it wasn’t Nathan's judgment that crushed me… it was my own. “What the fuck have you done, Bianca?!” Nathan's voice came again, this time more fierce than before. The words landed on deaf ears as my mouth remained shut, my eyes wide open. A few minutes ago, I ran away like a wounded child, after Dama

Last Updated : 2025-09-30

Chapter 30: My Punishment

Bianca POVA whip?! My breath caught. What was he going to do to me?! He lingered on the door for a moment, his eyes locked on mine naked figure. Then, with a devil like smirk, he strode into the room. His movement was purposeful, each step deliberate, as if he were a predator closing in on his prey. I couldn’t look away, my gaze locked onto his. He stopped at the edge of the bed, his shadow looming over me. I shivered under his gaze, my skin literally prickling with goosebumps.“What are you… you doing?” I asked, though I already had a sick idea. Without a word, he raised the whip in the air. I bit my lip, my body arching slightly, shutting my eyes hard in anticipation of the first strike.“.. Argh… “ I let out a soft whimper as the whip landed hard on my shoulder. The sting of the whip was immediate, like a sharp burst of pain that soon turned into a throbbing ache.“Louder!!” his voice shot out, his words felt like a knife piercing through. I gasped, my back arching off t

Last Updated : 2025-10-01

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