All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Broken Contract: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

110 Chapters

Chapter 1: The Last Dollar

Riley's POV"Ma'am, you need to move that car now or I'm calling the tow truck!"The security guard's voice cut through the rain as I fumbled with my keys, my hands shaking so badly I could barely grip them. The Honda's engine turned over once, twice, then died with a final wheeze that sounded like my last hope disappearing."Mommy, I'm hot," Lily whispered from her car seat, her small voice barely audible over the storm.My hands shook as I counted the crumpled bills in my wallet. Again. Twelve dollars and thirty-seven cents. The same amount as five minutes ago, no matter how desperately I wished for a miracle."I know, baby. We're going to see the doctor now."The security guard was already walking toward us, his yellow raincoat making him look like a walking caution sign. I grabbed Lily and ran for the emergency room entrance, my worn sneakers splashing through puddles that soaked through to my socks."Ma'am, you can't leave that vehicle there!" he called after me."Five minutes!"

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Chapter 2: Desperate Measures

Riley's POVThree hours. I'd been sitting in this hospital lobby for three hours, watching the entrance to the west wing like a predator stalking prey."Mommy, I'm hungry," Lily whispered against my shoulder.My stomach clenched. The vending machine sandwich I'd bought her with my last five dollars was hours ago. "I know, sweetheart. Just a little longer."The charity event was winding down. I could see well-dressed people trickling out, their laughter echoing off the marble walls. Designer gowns, expensive suits, the kind of wealth that could solve every problem in my life without even noticing the expense.Then I saw him.Brett Graham was impossible to miss. Six feet four inches of controlled power, moving through the crowd like a shark through water. His dark hair was perfectly styled, his gray suit probably cost more than most people's cars, and his steel-gray eyes seemed to catalog every detail around him.Three men in dark suits flanked him,security, obviously. His assistant, a

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Chapter 3: The Proposition

Riley's POVBrett Graham's office was a monument to power. Floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked Manhattan, the city lights twinkling like stars below. Everything was chrome and glass, cold and expensive.Just like the man seated behind the massive desk."Sit," he said without looking up from his tablet.I perched on the edge of the leather chair, Lily heavy in my arms. She was burning up now, her small body trembling with fever. Every minute we spent here was a minute she wasn't getting help."Your name," Brett said, finally raising those steel-gray eyes to mine."Riley Plia. This is my daughter, Lily."He didn't acknowledge Lily's existence. "Age?""Twenty-Four.""Employment history?"I swallowed. "I was a marketing assistant at Morrison & Associates until eight months ago.""Fired?"The word hit like a slap. "Yes.""Why?"My face burned. "My boss... he made advances. When I refused, he fired me and made sure I couldn't get another job."Brett's expression didn't change. "So you'

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Chapter 4: The Decision

Riley's POVThe car windows were fogged with our breath, and I could barely see the hospital parking lot through the condensation. Lily was curled up in the backseat, finally sleeping after hours of restless crying.I stared at Brett Graham's business card in the dim light from the street lamps. The paper was thick, expensive. Even his business cards probably cost more than my monthly food budget.My phone's battery was at three percent, but I used what little power remained to google him. The search results made my stomach clench with fear."Ruthless Tech Mogul Destroys Competitors" "Brett Graham: The Ice King of Silicon Valley" "Graham Industries CEO Known for Crushing Opposition"The photos showed him at business events, always surrounded by beautiful women. Models, actresses, socialites. They all looked the same—tall, thin, perfect. Everything I wasn't.One article from six months ago caught my attention: "Graham's Engagement Ends in Scandal."I clicked on it, squinting at the sma

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Chapter 5: The First Test

Riley's POVThe contract was twenty-three pages of legal terminology that basically said Brett Graham owned my life for six months. I signed it anyway, my hand shaking as I wrote my name on the final page."The gala starts at eight," Brett said, sliding the contract into his desk drawer. "You have four hours to prepare.""What kind of preparation?""Hair, makeup, dress fitting. Marcus will handle the details."A woman in an expensive suit entered the office. She looked me up and down like I was a piece of furniture she was considering buying."This is Elena, your stylist," Brett said. "She'll make you presentable."Presentable. Like I was some kind of stray animal that needed grooming."Mr. Graham," Elena said, her voice carefully neutral, "perhaps we should discuss expectations.""Make her look like she belongs at a charity gala for Manhattan's elite. That's the expectation."Elena's smile was professional. "Of course. Miss Plia, shall we?"The next four hours were a blur of indignit

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Chapter 6: The Servant's Quarters

Riley's POVI woke up in a room that felt like a high-end hotel suite designed by someone who'd never experienced warmth. Everything was white and gray, the walls, the furniture, the single window that looked out onto an air shaft instead of the Manhattan skyline.The bed was comfortable, but it might as well have been a prison cot for all the comfort it provided my soul."You're awake." A woman in her fifties stood in the doorway, her uniform crisp and her expression neutral. "I'm Mrs. Cheni, the head housekeeper. Mr. Graham asked me to explain the arrangements."I sat up, my head still fuzzy from whatever the doctor had given me last night. "Where am I?""The staff quarters of Mr. Graham's penthouse. This is your room for the duration of your... employment."Employment. Not relationship. Not even arrangement. Employment."Where's my daughter?""She's in the nursery with Ms. Rodriguez, the nanny. She's been fed and her fever has broken."Relief flooded through me. "I need to see her.

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Chapter 7: Impossible Standards

Riley's POV"Again."I stood in the center of Brett's office, my hands trembling as I recited the names and details of his business contacts for the third time in an hour."David Mark, CEO of Mark Industries, married to Susan, two daughters, plays golf at Riverside Country Club, prefers red wine, graduated from Harvard Business School in""Wrong." Brett's voice cut through my recitation like a blade. "He graduated from Wharton, not Harvard. And his wife's name is Sandra, not Susan."My stomach dropped. "I'm sorry, I""You're not sorry enough." He stood from behind his massive desk, his gray eyes cold as winter steel. "This is the third mistake you've made today.""I'm trying my best.""Your best isn't good enough."Marcus shifted uncomfortably in his chair by the window. He'd been watching this humiliation for the past hour."Perhaps we should take a break," Marcus suggested gently. "Ms. Plia has been studying for four hours straight."Brett's gaze never left me. "Did I ask for your

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Chapter 8: The Supporting Cast

Riley's POV"You look tired." Marcus said as he appeared beside me in the penthouse kitchen, his voice gentle. I was making tea, but my hands were still shaking from yesterday's humiliation."I'm fine.""No, you're not." He said as he pulled out a chair at the small staff table. "Sit. I'll make the tea."I hesitated, then sat as Marcus moved around the kitchen with practiced ease, and I realized this wasn't the first time he'd offered kindness to someone in my position."How long have you worked for him?" I asked."Eight years." Marcus poured hot water into two cups. "He's not always like this.""What's he usually like?""Complicated." Marcus sat across from me. "He's been through things that would break most people. Doesn't excuse his behavior, but it explains it.""You sound like you care about him.""I do. And I care about you too." He slid a cup toward me. "That's why I'm going to give you some advice."I wrapped my hands around the warm ceramic. "I'm listening.""Don't let him se

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Chapter 9: The Panic Attack

Riley's POVThe crystal chandelier above the dinner table seemed to pulse with each heartbeat, growing brighter and more menacing by the second. I pressed my hand against my chest, feeling my heart race like a trapped bird."Are you paying attention, Riley?" Brett's voice sounded distant, muffled.I tried to focus on the conversation around the table, but the words blurred together. We were at another business dinner, this time at the penthouse, and Brett's associates were discussing some merger while I sat beside him like an ornament."I asked you a question." Brett's tone was sharp now."I'm sorry, I" The words caught in my throat. The room felt like it was closing in, the walls pressing closer with each second."She looks pale," someone said."Is she drunk?" another voice asked, followed by laughter.I couldn't breathe. My chest was tight, my hands were tingling, and black spots danced at the edges of my vision."I need... I need..." I gasped, standing abruptly. The chair scraped a

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Chapter 10: Hidden Kindness

Riley's POVThe small white bottle sat on my nightstand like a question mark.I picked it up, reading the label: "Alprazolam - For anxiety - Take as needed." My name was on the prescription, but I hadn't filled it. I'd never even been to see a doctor.Yet here it was, along with a note in Marcus's handwriting: "The Dr. is expecting you on Thursday at 2 PM for follow-up."I set the bottle down, my hands trembling slightly. Someone had arranged everything. The doctor's visit I didn't remember making, the prescription I didn't remember filling, the medication that would help with the panic attacks that had been destroying my life.Someone who didn't want me to know he'd helped.A soft knock interrupted my thoughts. "Come in."Mrs. Cheni entered with a breakfast tray. "Mr. Graham wanted me to make sure you ate something substantial today.""He did?""He was very specific about the menu. Said you needed protein and vitamins." She set the tray on the small table by the window. "There's also

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