All Chapters of Bound by a billionaire : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

~JESSICA~Grace and I heard the sharp, unmistakable voice.“What contract are you talking about?? And what the hell have you done, Jessica??”We both turned back immediately towards the door and we saw Sarah standing there.“Mom!” Grace called in surprise.“Sarah,” I called.“What contract are you talking about??” My stepmom repeated.Grace and I turned to look at each other, then back at Sarah.She walked to the center of the room and stood there.“Explain yourself, Jessica” she demanded.I know that tone. The tone that says she wants nothing but the truth.So I cleared my throat, and started to speak.“My marriage with Daniel was a contract. More like a fake, arranged marriage.”Sarah gasped loudly. “And you hid it from me all these while??”“I'm sorry, mom. I didn't mean to” I apologized.“Tell me why. Tell me why you agreed to such stupid contract” she almost screamed.I didn't reply. I just stared at her like I didn't understand her question.“I'm askin

Leo sat, staring at the message he had sent to Jessica on his phone.He didn't know what to feel or if he's right to feel that way.Jessica's a married woman. He'd always known that but yet he had stupidly and foolishly allowed himself to fall in love with her.She was so easy to love. Such a sweet and kind soul to love. And he couldn't help falling for her.She had raised his hopes up when she told him she sent a text to Daniel asking for a divorce.Leo had thought he'd finally get a chance to be in her life.He was surprised when she told him it was a contract marriage.Who still agreed to that these days??But he had seen the documents in Jessica's room and believed her…. even secretly took pictures of the contract.When he found out that Jessica was pregnant for Daniel, he was heartbroken and devastated. But because of the great love he has for her, he didn't mind being with her all through the journey of her pregnancy.He didn't mind being someone she can rely on.He was ready to

~JESSICA~I had prevented myself from bursting into tears at Daniel's leaving just by a thread.I didn't know why I felt so emotional and almost on the verge of tears.Maybe because I was scared he might go to Middlesbrough and never come back after Crystal??Or was it just because of these damn stupid pregnancy hormones that make me feel emotional even at the slightest things?I didn't realize how much I missed Daniel until I saw him standing at my door again.I badly wanted to run and hug him but I couldn't.I didn't want to look desperate and foolish to keep on loving him and caring for him after he clearly made his choice.Just then I heard the door opening.My heartbeat skipped for a second.Was it Daniel coming back to the house?? Did he forget something??Martins, Daniel's driver that drove him to the airport, walked in with five women behind him. They're all holding traveling bags in their hands.I blinked. What was happening???The women stood at the door w

~JESSICA~The door clicked shut behind him, but my heart was still wide open, vulnerable and aching.I stood alone in the nursery, letting the silence soak into my skin. I reached out and touched one of the painted teddy bears on the wall."You're going to love your daddy," I whispered, brushing my fingers over the painted clouds. "Even if he doesn't love me back, you'll always know you're wanted."A soft kick in my belly made me gasp and smile through the tears."See? They heard me," I said with a little laugh, wiping my eyes.For a few more seconds, I just stood there, breathing in the scent of fresh paint, hope, and heartbreak. Then I turned off the light and headed for my room.But as I passed Daniel’s door, I paused.I heard the water running. A shower. I imagined the water sliding down his chest, the way his hair would cling to his face. That strong, brooding face that haunted my thoughts more than I wanted to admit.I remembered his very sexy body a

~DANIEL~The hot water from the shower had done little to wash away the tension in my body. No matter how long I stood under it, I couldn’t drown the memory of her voice echoing in my head:“If you want to know what I sleep in…why don't you come to my room at night to check?”Fuck.I had no business reacting the way I did. But my body didn’t care about logic. It remembered. And remembering her—her scent, her warmth, the way her skin used to melt into mine, was the worst kind of torture.I dried myself off, pulled on a fresh singlet and shorts, then stepped into the hallway. Her room was just after mine, and before I could talk myself out of it, I walked straight to the connecting door in my room.The door wasn’t locked.She never locked it. Or maybe she didn't even know there's a connecting door. And I didn't need to use the main door if I wanted to go into her room.I pushed it open quietly and stepped inside.Then stopped cold.She was in bed, fast asleep.B