All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Broken Contract: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Riley's POVThe penthouse feels different when we return. Colder somehow, despite the warmth radiating from the fireplace Marcus must have lit before leaving with Lily for their sleepover at his apartment.Brett hasn't spoken since we left the gala. He stands at the floor-to-ceiling windows, still in his tuxedo, staring out at the city lights like they hold answers to questions he can't voice."Brett?" I touch his shoulder gently.He flinches away from my touch. "Don't.""Don't what?""Don't try to make me feel better about this." His voice is raw, stripped of its usual command. "Augustine played me for months. Months, Riley. I trusted him with everything."I watch his reflection in the glass—the way his jaw clenches, how his hands form fists at his sides. This isn't the controlled anger I've seen before. This is something deeper, more devastating."You couldn't have known""I should have known." He whirls around, eyes blazing. "I built my entire life around reading people, around nev

Riley's POV"The Graham Foundation board meeting is in three hours," Brett says, pacing the length of our hotel room like a caged animal. "Augustine somehow got himself appointed as interim chairman after my resignation from Graham Industries."I watch him from the bed where I'm reviewing the evidence we gathered last night. This restless energy, this need to control everything it's so different from the confident man who walked away from his billion-dollar company to choose me."Brett, sit down. You're making me dizzy.""I can't sit." He runs his hands through his hair. "Augustine has been positioning himself for this takeover since the day I left the company. He knew I'd start the foundation, knew I'd pour everything into it.""And now he's trying to steal that too.""He's not just stealing it—he's dismantling everything we built. The homeless shelters, the medical assistance programs, the heart surgery fund." His voice cracks slightly. "He's destroying the only good thing to come o

Riley povShe turns to me. "Miss Pila, Victoria Sterling claims you dated Brett Graham for his money. How do you respond to that allegation?""Point of correction we are still dating” I said with a glint of mischief, behind me I could hear murmurs going around.I continued nonetheless. “I am dating Brett because I love him. But yes, money played a role in how we met." I take a breath, knowing I'm about to expose the most painful part of my past. "My daughter Lily needed heart surgery. I was homeless, living in my car, and I had no way to pay for the operation that would save her life."Jennifer leans forward slightly. "So you approached Mr. Graham for help?""Partially. He approached me and offered me a contract to pose as his girlfriend for six months in exchange for the money I needed." My voice grows stronger. "But what started as a transaction became something real.""When did you realize your feelings had changed?""Two months after Lily had her surgery. When I found out Brett st

Riley pov"Six months ago, Brett offered me five hundred thousand dollars to pose as his girlfriend for six months. I accepted because I needed money for Lily's surgery."The admission falls into the silence .Linda's pen stills above her notepad, the fluorescent lights humming overhead in the sterile government office, the cheap plastic chair beneath me creaks as I shift forward.Linda's pen hovers motionless, a bead of black ink threatening to drop onto her yellow legal pad. I see the moment she realizes I'm not going to deny what she expected me to lie about. Her professional mask slips for just an instant, revealing something that might be surprise or respect. The lines around her eyes soften almost imperceptibly.Linda's eyebrows shoot up, disappearing beneath her graying bangs. "Excuse me?"My heart hammers against my ribs, but my voice remains steady. I've rehearsed this truth so many times in my head that it feels almost liberating to finally say it out loud. "Six months ago, B

Riley's POVVictoria's press conference is set to begin in thirty minutes, and our hotel suite feels like a war room. Marcus has three laptops open, monitoring social media and news feeds. Brett paces by the windows, his phone pressed to his ear as he speaks rapid-fire with our legal team.I sit on the couch, staring at the contract pages spread across the coffee table, our copy of the document that's about to be dissected on national television."Clause twelve," I read aloud. "The Companion will not speak to media, donors, or business associates without express written permission from the Client.""Clause fifteen," Marcus adds grimly. "The Companion acknowledges that failure to comply with behavioral expectations may result in immediate termination of this agreement and forfeiture of all payments."Each clause is worse than the last a systematic stripping away of my autonomy, my dignity, my humanity. Reading them now, I can barely believe I signed this document."Clause twenty-three,