All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Broken Contract: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

142 Chapters

Chapter 21: The Maid Treatment

Riley pov I spent the night staring at the ceiling of my small room. Victoria's words echoed in my head. The help. That's all I was to her. All I'd ever be. The next morning, I made Brett's coffee like always. Black, no sugar, served at exactly 7:30 AM. He was already dressed in his charcoal suit, scrolling through his phone. He didn’t look up when I entered. "Your coffee, Mr. Graham," I said quietly, setting the cup on the counter. "Thank you," he replied without looking up, his voice flat. I turned to leave, but his voice stopped me. "Victoria will be joining us for breakfast," he added, eyes still glued to his screen. My stomach dropped. "Of course," I murmured, trying to keep my voice steady. "She'll be staying in the city for a few weeks for business," he said, finally looking up briefly. "I understand," I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat. "Good," he said curtly, turning back to his phone. The word hung between us like a wall. I wanted to ask if he'd meant wha

Last Updated : 2025-07-16

Chapter 22: Revelations

Brett pov Victoria found me in my study at midnight, still wearing that cream silk blouse as she moved like she owned the place, settling into the chair across from my desk. "You look tired, darling," she said, eyes gleaming. "What do you want, Victoria?" I asked, setting down my whiskey. "I want to talk about us. About what we had," she replied, leaning forward. I set down my glass more firmly. "We had nothing." "That's not true. We had everything," she insisted, voice soft but firm. "Do you remember our engagement party? The Plaza ballroom, five hundred guests?" "I remember," I muttered. "You gave the most beautiful speech. You said I was the only woman who understood your world," she said, a nostalgic smile flickering. "Things change," I said, cold. "Do they? Or do we just convince ourselves they do?" She stood, walking to the window. "I still have the ring, you know. The five-carat princess cut from Tiffany's." "Keep it," I said shortly. "I kept it because I always knew

Last Updated : 2025-07-16

Chapter 23: The Comparison

Riley's POV I was making breakfast when Victoria arrived the next morning. She looked radiant, like a woman who’d gotten exactly what she wanted. “Good morning, Riley,” she said, settling into Brett’s chair. “You look tired.” “I’m fine,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. “Are you? You seem... diminished somehow,” she said, eyes scanning me with that patronizing smile. Brett walked in, his hair damp from the shower. When he saw Victoria, something flickered across his face. “Morning,” he said quietly. “Good morning, darling.” Victoria’s smile was brilliant. “I hope you slept well.” “Fine,” he answered shortly. I set his coffee down without looking at him. His fingers brushed mine as he took the cup, and I jerked away. “Riley, would you mind making me some of those delicious scones again?” Victoria asked sweetly. “Brett was just telling me how talented you are in the kitchen.” “I don’t have the ingredients,” I said, my voice barely hiding the edge. “Then perhaps you

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Chapter 24: Jealousy's Sting

Riley's POV Victoria started coming by every day after that. Always perfectly dressed, always welcome, always treating me like I was invisible. Today she brought lunch from some expensive restaurant downtown. I watched her and Brett eat from the good china while I cleaned the kitchen, my hands moving mechanically over the dishes. Since Victoria started visiting, Mrs. Chen had taken leave, saying "I can't just stand her toxic behavior, waltzing back into the young master's life after everything she put him through." "The Dover sole was incredible," Victoria said, dabbing her lips delicately with the linen napkin. "Almost as good as that place in London. Do you remember? Near Harrods?" Brett leaned back in his chair, more relaxed than I'd seen him in weeks. "The one with the terrible service?" He actually smiled. "You sent back the wine three times." "It was corked!" Victoria laughed, a musical sound that filled the dining room. "I have standards." They laughed together, and someth

Last Updated : 2025-07-17

Chapter 25: The Betrayal

Victoria's POV I found Riley in the kitchen the next morning, looking like she hadn't slept. Perfect. "Good morning, dear," I said, settling at the breakfast bar with deliberate ease. "You look tired." Riley's hands never paused in their work. "I'm fine." "Are you?" I tilted my head, studying her drawn features. "You seem... upset about something." Riley continued chopping fruit, her movements mechanical and precise. "Just tired." "Hmm." I picked up a strawberry from the bowl, examining it like a jewel. "I suppose last night was difficult for you." Her shoulders tensed slightly. "Why would it be difficult?" "Well," I said, taking my time with the word, "Brett calling me. Asking me to come over. We talked for hours." Riley's knife stilled against the cutting board. "That's nice." I smiled at her forced casualness. "It was more than nice. It was... revealing." "I don't need to hear this." Riley's voice was flat, defensive. "Don't you?" I leaned forward, resting my chin on my

Last Updated : 2025-07-17

Chapter 26: The Choice

Riley's POV I stood frozen in the kitchen long after Victoria left, her words echoing in my mind. The strawberry juice on the counter looked like blood now, sticky and red, staining everything it touched. He said 'I love you.' My hands shook as I gripped the marble countertop. The expensive stone felt cold against my palms, as cold as Brett's voice when he'd dismissed me last night. "Just talked," I whispered to the empty kitchen. "He said they just talked." But Victoria's phone glowed in my memory. That photo of them together, his arm around her, both laughing like they'd never been apart. Like I'd never existed. The elevator chimed in the distance. Brett was home. My heart hammered against my ribs as his footsteps approached. I couldn't face him. Not yet. Not with Victoria's words still burning in my mind. "Riley?" His voice calls from the hallway. I turned away, busying myself with the fruit I'd been cutting. "In here." Brett appeared in the doorway, his expensive suit wri

Last Updated : 2025-07-18

Chapter 27: The Photographer

Riley's POV My phone buzzed with incoming texts. Photo after photo flooded my screen, each one a knife to my heart. Me sleeping in my car, Lily curled against my chest. Me begging outside a restaurant, tears streaming down my face. Me digging through a dumpster behind a grocery store, looking for expired food. "No," I whispered. My legs gave out. I slumped against the window, the phone trembling in my hands. "Oh yes," Victoria said. Her laughter was crystal clear. "Quite the collection, don't you think? My photographer has been very thorough." "Where did you get all those pictures?" I asked. "How is it possible?" "Nothing is impossible with money," she replied. "Ever since Brett started parading you around like his little charity case, I had to make my move. I can't allow you to disrupt my plans." The photos kept coming. Me washing Lily's face with water from a public fountain. Me crying in a hospital parking lot. Me holding a cardboard sign that read "Please help - sick child

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Chapter 28: Public Humiliation

Brett's POV I woke up to seventeen missed calls and forty-three text messages. The first headline I saw made my blood turn to ice: "BILLIONAIRE'S HOMELESS GIRLFRIEND: THE SHOCKING TRUTH BEHIND THE FAIRY TALE." My hands shook as I scrolled through the article. Photo after photo of Riley at her lowest moments, with captions that turned my stomach. "While Graham dined at five-star restaurants, his 'girlfriend' dug through garbage for her next meal." "Sources close to the couple reveal Riley Plia trapped the tech mogul into helping her by using her sick daughter as bait." "Graham's associates describe him as 'disgusted' by Plia's deception but 'too kind' to abandon her immediately." I stare at my phone screen in disbelief. "Jesus Christ." I hurl the device across the room, watching it smash against the wall. Marcus bursts through my bedroom door without knocking, his face grim. "Sir, we have a problem." I grab a shirt from my dresser, pulling it on with shaking hands. "I can see t

Last Updated : 2025-07-19

Chapter 29: Family Rejection

Riley's POV The motel room smelled like cigarettes as Lily slept fitfully on the sagging bed while I sat by the window, watching the news coverage of my humiliation. Brett’s press conference played on repeat in my head, each word a fresh wound. “Her situation was unfortunate.” “The deception was disappointing.” “That remains to be seen.” I’d known he would do this known he would choose his reputation over me but hearing it, seeing the cold dismissal in his eyes, felt like dying. My phone rang; the screen showed an unknown number. “Riley? Riley, is that you?” a woman’s voice demanded. I froze, throat tightening. “Mom?” “I saw the news. I saw what you’ve become.” Her voice was sharp with disgust. My stomach clenched. I hadn’t spoken to her in two years, not since she’d told me I was “dead to her” for getting pregnant. “Mom, I can explain—” “Explain? Explain what? That you’ve been living like an animal? That you’ve been whoring yourself to some billionaire?” she snapped. “It’

Last Updated : 2025-07-19

Chapter 30: Lily's Crisis

Riley's POV The motel room felt like a prison cell as I watched Lily's small chest rise and fall with labored breaths. The fluorescent light overhead flickered intermittently, casting shadows that made her pale skin look almost translucent. "Mommy, my chest hurts," Lily whispered weakly. Lily's voice was barely a whisper, but it cut through me like a blade. I pressed my palm against her forehead. It was burning hot. "I know, baby," I said softly, trying to keep the panic from my voice. "We're going to get you help." I reached for my phone with shaking hands, scrolling through my contacts until I found Dr. Vasquez's number. The phone rang three times before she answered. "Riley? How is Lily doing?" Dr. Vasquez asked immediately, her professional concern evident. "She's getting worse," I said breathlessly. "Her fever is spiking and she's having trouble breathing." There was a pause on the other end. "Bring her to the emergency room immediately," Dr. Vasquez said with urgent autho

Last Updated : 2025-07-20

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