All Chapters of Billionaire’s Contracted Maid Is His Bride : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

...Serene’s POV The car door opened and a wall of cool night air hit my bare shoulders like a slap. I stepped out on trembling legs, the red dress clinging to every inch of me, the long trail whispering behind my heels. For one heartbeat I felt like a princess. For the next, I remembered exactly what I was. Nicholas Volkov’s toy, with a humming little monster buried deep inside me and his hand possessively splayed across my naked back.Cameras flashed instantly. Blinding white. Again and again.Every head in the grand courtyard turned. Women in diamonds, men in tuxedos, reporters, security—everyone. Their stares crawled over my skin like fingers. I heard the murmurs before I could make out the words.“Who is she?”“God, look at that dress.”“She’s with Volkov? Never seen her before.”“Isn’t that the fiancé everyone’s been whispering about?”My stomach lurched. I whimpered—actually whimpered—and my fingers dug into Nicholas’s forearm like claws. The vibrator inside me gave anothe

..Serene’s POVI can’t breathe in this dress, in this room, in this lie.The ballroom spun around me like a gilded carousel I couldn’t get off. Crystal chandeliers, champagne flutes, fake smiles, and camera flashes everywhere. Every second felt like a lifetime. My legs were jelly, my panties were soaked, and the vibrator Nicholas left inside me was a constant, humiliating threat. One flick of his finger and I’d collapse right here on the marble floor, coming in front of the entire city.I have to find Julian or Valencia. I have to. They’re my only way out.I spot them near the champagne tower. Julian’s dark head bent toward Valencia’s golden one, both laughing like nothing in the world was wrong. Like they didn’t throw me to the wolves. My heart clawed at my ribs. If I can just get two minutes alone with either of them…I took one tiny step forward, clutching my clutch like a lifeline. A steel arm snaps around my waist before I can take another. “Where do you think you’re going, ba

...Serene’s Pov I was still coming down from the most humiliating, explosive orgasm of my life when Julian’s voice cut through the haze “Serene?” My heart stopped.Nicholas’s hand was still between my legs, two fingers lazily stroking my swollen, oversensitive pussy, spreading the mess I’d just made. I jerked away so hard my spine hit the mirror. My thighs were slick, my dress bunched around my waist, panties dangling from one ankle. Shock and terror slammed into me like ice water.He’ll know. Julian will know exactly what we were doing and Nicholas will know my truth. I scrambled to fix myself, yanking the red silk down over my trembling legs, kicking the soaked panties under the counter. My cheeks burned so hot I felt dizzy. Nicholas watched me with lazy amusement, licking his fingers clean, slow, deliberate while his eyes never left my face.The door handle rattled again. Nicholas’s amusement vanished. His gaze sharpened to something lethal. “Why,” he asked, voice dangerously

...Serene’s Pov The rain came down in sheets, gray and relentless, turning the city into a watercolor blur beyond the penthouse windows. I sat cross-legged in the middle of Nicholas’s massive bed, knees drawn up, chin resting on them, watching water streak the glass like tears I refused to let fall.Everything was chaos.Last night’s footage was everywhere. Phones, televisions, gossip sites—#VolkovBrawl, #MysteryRedDress, #NicholasKissesFiance trending worldwide. My face—flushed, lipstick-smudged, eyes wide with shock—was plastered across every screen. They’d zoomed in on Nicholas’s bloody knuckles, on the way he’d kissed me like he was branding me in front of the entire world. They’d even slowed down the moment Julian hit the floor.I hadn’t slept.Nicholas had been gone since dawn— crisis meetings, lawyers, damage control. The penthouse was eerily quiet without him. Just the rain and the low hum of the city far below and the ache between my thighs that refused to leave.I hated

...Serene’s Pov The rain had finally stopped, but the city still looked bruised—gray skies, wet streets, headlines screaming from every phone screen and newsstand. I sat curled on the plush cream sofa in the penthouse living room, knees tucked under me, wearing one of Nicholas’s oversized black hoodies and soft cotton shorts. My hair was piled into a messy bun, face scrubbed clean of last night’s makeup. I felt small, fragile, and terrifyingly exposed.Stella had texted at noon.Emergency girl time. Bringing caffeine and gossip. Open the door or I’ll break in. I’d let her in with trembling fingers. Now we were surrounded by takeout coffee cups, pastries she’d bullied the bodyguard into carrying up, and her phone open to a gossip site with a freeze-frame of Nicholas kissing me in the ballroom—blood on his lip, my hands clutching his lapels like I’d die if he let go.“Girl,” Stella said for the tenth time, zooming in on the photo until my flushed face took up the entire screen. “T