All Chapters of Billionaire’s Contracted Maid Is His Bride : Chapter 71 - Chapter 76

...Serene’s POV Morning light poured through the tall windows of the Volkov estate like liquid gold, soft and warm, completely at odds with the storm still cracking inside me.I sat cross-legged on the plush cream rug in the living room, drowning in one of Nicholas’s spare white dress shirts and a pair of his black sweatpants that I’d had to roll a dozen times at the waist. My hair was a wild, slept-on mess, face bare of makeup, lips still swollen from last night. I probably looked like I’d been thoroughly ruined (because I had), but the oversized clothes and the quiet morning made me feel strangely small and safe.Nicholas was out on the balcony, phone pressed to his ear, voice low and clipped. Whatever he was discussing, it wasn’t pleasant. I could see the tension in his shoulders even through the glass.I was tracing idle circles on the rug with my finger, trying not to think about the ache between my thighs or the way my body still hummed from everything he’d done to me hou

...Serene’s POV The day felt like stealing sunshine.Stella and Jules kidnapped me at noon, stuffed me into the back of a gleaming black SUV, Nicholas had insisted on a driver and two discreet bodyguards, of course , and declared it “Operation Reclaim Serene’s Joy.” We started with breakfast at a tiny café in West Hollywood avocado toast, lavender lattes, and Jules stealing bites off everyone’s plates while recounting her latest disastrous Tinder date. I laughed so hard my ribs hurt, something I hadn’t done in weeks.Then came the shopping.Boutique after boutique. Dresses, heels, perfume, silly hats we modeled in the mirrors while taking a hundred selfies. Every time I reached for something simple, Stella would yank a slinky silk number off the rack and declare, “Nicholas will lose his mind.” Jules was worse. she marched straight into Agent Provocateur like a general storming a battlefield.“No arguments,” she said, shoving a pile of lace and satin into my arms. “You are buyin

...Serene’s POV I was still curled on the couch when Nicholas walked in, the morning light catching the hard lines of his face. My eyes were puffy from crying all night, throat raw, heart a frantic mess. Julian’s threat echoed in my skull like a ticking bomb. I had to tell him. Now. Before everything exploded.He stopped mid-step when he saw me.“Serene.” His voice dropped, instantly alert. “What happened?”The concern in his eyes cracked me open. Tears welled again before I could stop them.He crossed the room in three strides, dropping to his knees in front of me, hands cupping my face. “Baby, talk to me. Who hurt you?”I shook my head, sobs hitching. “I—I need to tell you something. Something bad. And I’m so scared you’ll hate me.”His thumbs brushed my tears away. “Never. Whatever it is, we’ll fix it. Just breathe.”I tried. God, I tried. But the words stuck in my throat like glass.He pulled me gently into his lap, settling us both on the couch, my legs over his thighs, arms