Todos os capítulos de The Billionaire’s Broken Contract: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Riley's POVThe outdoor charity event sparkled with crystal glasses and designer gowns as I weaved through the crowd, carrying a tray of champagne flutes, trying to stay invisible."Riley, darling!" Victoria Sterling's voice cut through the garden party chatter. "Come serve us, won't you?"Victoria – Brett's ex-fiancée who'd cheated on him with his business partner two years ago. She'd returned to New York last month, determined to reclaim what she saw as rightfully hers. Including Brett.She looked exactly the same, blonde perfection in a way that cost thousands monthly to maintain. Personal trainer, nutritionist, stylist, dermatologist. Everything money could buy, everything I'd never have. Two years ago, she'd thrown away a man worth eight billion dollars for a quick thrill with his business partner. Now she wanted him back, and women like Victoria Sterling always got what they wanted. Her diamond tennis bracelet caught the light as she gestured, it probably worth more than most

Riley's POVThe sexual tension had become impossible to ignore.It started with small things. The way Brett's fingers lingered when he helped me from the car. How his eyes tracked my movements across a room. The way he stood just a little too close during public appearances.Three days had passed since our confrontation about the dinner, and he'd been icily polite. But underneath the coldness, something electric crackled between us.Every interaction felt charged with unspoken tension. The way he'd catch me staring and hold my gaze until I looked away, heat flooding my cheeks. How his voice would drop an octave when he said my name. The deliberate brush of his fingers when he handed me documents. It was psychological warfare disguised as accidental touches, and we both knew it. He was testing my resolve, seeing how far he could push before I broke. The problem was, I wanted to break. I wanted to surrender to whatever this dangerous thing was between us.I'd been trying to focus on a

Riley's POV The storm hit without warning, transforming the city into a world of lightning and fury as rain lashed against the penthouse windows while thunder shook the building's foundations. I was in the kitchen when the lights went out. The sudden darkness made me freeze, my hands still gripping the edge of the marble counter. My breath caught in my throat. "Riley?" Brett's voice called from somewhere in the darkness, echoing through the penthouse. His tone was different. Concerned, maybe? That was new. "I'm here," I called back, my voice steadier than I felt, feeling my way along the counter. My fingers traced the cold stone surface, searching for something familiar. The darkness felt absolute, pressing against my skin like a living thing. A beam of light cut through the black – Brett with his phone's flashlight. "Power's out across the whole grid," he said matter-of-factly, sweeping the light around the room. "It could take hours to be restored." The beam of my flashligh

Riley's POV I woke to sunlight streaming through unfamiliar windows and an empty bed. The silk sheets were cold where Brett had been. Only the faint indent in the pillow beside me proved last night had been real. My body ached in places that reminded me of his touch of the way he'd worshiped me with desperate hands and broken whispers. Of how he'd held me afterward like I was something precious. But now? Now I was alone. I wrapped the sheet around myself and padded to the bathroom. My reflection showed swollen lips and marks on my neck that made my cheeks burn. Evidence of a night that had changed everything. Or maybe nothing changed at all. "Riley," Brett's voice from the doorway made me jump, cutting through the silence. He was already dressed. Perfectly pressed suit, not a hair out of place. Like he'd been awake for hours. "I need you ready in twenty minutes," he said without meeting my eyes, his voice clipped and professional. "We have the Morrison Industries meeting." "Br

Riley's POV I should have seen it coming. Brett's cruelty had been building for days, each interaction sharper than the last. He'd been looking for a way to hurt me, to prove that our night together meant nothing. So when he appeared at my door with a dress bag and a cold smile, I knew I was in trouble. "Put this on," he said curtly. "We have an event tonight." The dress was stunning – black silk that clung to every curve, with a neckline that bordered on scandalous. It was also too small. "This won't fit," I said quietly. "Make it fit," he replied without looking at me. "Brett—" I started. "It's Mr. Graham tonight," he cut me off sharply. "And you'll wear what I give you." I stared at the dress, understanding dawning. "You want me to look desperate," I said slowly. "Trying too hard." "I want you to look like what you are," he said coldly. "Which is?" I asked, though I dreaded the answer. "A woman who'll do anything for money," he replied with cruel precision. The words h