All Chapters of Bred By My Billionaire Boss: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

~ CamillaThis was going to be a long night.I heaved a long sigh. I slipped into bed, the silk of my nightgown a small comfort against the sheets. I’d just started to drift, the day’s chaos finally receding into a numb haze, when I felt it. A touch, a slow, deliberate drag of a single, warm finger up the outside of my thigh, skating along the hem of the gown. My eyes snapped open in the dark. I didn’t need to see to know it was him. The air itself shifted when he was near, becoming heavier, charged with a dangerous static.“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I hissed into the darkness, my body going rigid.The hand didn’t stop. It slid higher, palm flattening against my skin, inching relentlessly toward the junction of my thighs. His voice was a low, amused rumble from the shadows beside me.“I’m trying to get some from my wife-to-be. Is that a crime?”I slapped my hand down, trapping his wandering one against my leg. “I’m carrying your child, you animal. Back the hell off.”H

~ CamillaIt was morning and I was sore.The sound of the shower drowned out everything: my thoughts, my heartbeat, the faint thrum of nerves that had become my constant background noise since moving into Stephano Maddens’ mansion. The water was hot, and I wanted to melt into it, disappear under the hiss and steam, maybe wash off everything that had happened last night. Except, of course, that peace lasted all of fifteen seconds. The door opened. I turned, and my heart nearly stopped. Stephano stepped in like he owned the place, well, technically, he did, but the audacity still made my jaw drop. He was completely unbothered, towel slung over his shoulder, hair damp, eyes cutting straight through the mist like they had a personal vendetta against my sanity.“Excuse me?” I blurted, dragging the nearest towel over myself. “What are you doing?”He raised a brow, tone flat. “Using the shower.”“There are five other bathrooms in this house!”“Seven,” he corrected. “And this one has the best

~ CamillaThe key in the lock always sounded the same: a sharp click that announced the return of the only person who mattered and the end of any peace I might have had. Stephano didn't just walk into the penthouse; he commanded the air around him. He tossed his custom-tailored jacket onto the mahogany chair, a gesture I usually found annoyingly sexy, and loosened the knot of his silk tie. Even after twelve hours of conquering the financial world, he looked like a magazine ad: ruthlessly clean, impossibly rich, and utterly untouchable. I watched him from the kitchen, where I’d been nervously sipping lukewarm water. The silence between us stretched, until he finally spoke, his voice clipped and focused, as if delivering a minor instruction to a subordinate."The civil ceremony is set for Wednesday."The words took a full second to register, like a dull, delayed shock. I stopped breathing, my hand freezing mid-air as I was about to set my glass down."What did you just say?" I managed,

~ CamillaThe sun wasn’t just bright; it was a judgmental bastard, spotlighting every dust mote dancing in the air and every single mistake I’d made last night. 9:00 AM. The other side of the bed was cold and untouched. Of course it was. Stephano didn’t linger. He conquered, he came, he left for his billion-dollar day, leaving me here in the wreckage. I tried to sit up, and my body screamed in a chorus of protests. A sharp ache in my lower back, a deep, throbbing soreness between my legs, and a specific, tender bruise on my hip from where he’d held me down against the living room couch. The memories crashed over me. The sting of the silk cushions against my cheek, the brutal, perfect rhythm of his hips slamming into me from behind, the raw, guttural sounds he made when he finished. And the worst part, the truly sickening part that made my stomach clench with self-loathing? A hot, slick pulse of remembrance low in my belly. I enjoyed it, every damn time. What kind of a dick fool was I?

CHAPTER 100~ CamillaWhen consciousness finally clawed its way back into me, it didn’t feel like waking up. It felt like dragging myself through thick mud in the dark, every breath heavy, every heartbeat sluggish and far away. My skull was pounding, not like a headache, not like a migraine, but like there was a dull drum inside it being hit by a slow, cruel fist. My ears buzzed with a faint ringing. For a moment, I didn’t know where I was. Then, like a camera lens adjusting, the room came into shaky focus around me.Dim. Brownish walls. A single lamp casting a muted glow that didn’t reach the corners. The faint smell of dust and floor polish. A bed, or maybe a cot, beside me. My wrists… tied. Not painfully. Not violently twisted or cutting into my skin. Just… secured. Restrained. Like a childproof lid on a bottle someone didn’t want opening accidentally.I blinked. Once. Twice. The world kept tilting, slow and nauseating, like I was still sliding toward unconsciousness. I swallowed.