All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Broken Contract: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Riley's POV"Yes." The word hangs in the air between us like a promise as Brett's face transforms, relief and joy replacing the nervous tension. "Really?""Really." I'm surprised by how certain I sound.He kisses me then, soft and tender on the Ferris wheel. He tastes like funnel cake .When we break apart, I can see the carnival spread out below us like scattered stars."I have conditions," I say, my practical side kicking in."Name them.""I keep my apartment. I'm not moving in with you until I'm ready.""Agreed.""I want to take things slow. No pressure, no timeline.""Whatever you need.""And Lily comes first. Always.""I wouldn't have it any other way." His thumb traces my cheek. "She's part of what I'm falling in love with - your fierce love for her."We ride the Ferris wheel three more times, talking about everything and nothing. Brett tells me about his plans to expand Graham Industries' charitable foundation. I tell him about m

Marcus's POVThe emergency board meeting is scheduled for eight AM sharp. I've been in the office since six, preparing damage control reports and fielding calls from angry investors."Sir," I say as Brett strides into his office, looking surprisingly calm for a man whose business empire might be crumbling. "The board members are already assembled.""Good." Brett straightens his tie. "Any word from the Ashford Group?""They're pulling their investment. Effective immediately."Brett doesn't even flinch. "Their loss. What about the others?""Staurt Industries is 'reconsidering their partnership.' The Vanderbilt Foundation wants to 'discuss concerns.' And Victoria's father called personally to express his... displeasure.""I see." Brett pours himself coffee with steady hands. "And the positive responses?"I blink. "Sir?""Come on, Marcus. Not everyone thinks I'm insane for defending the woman I love."I consult my tablet. "Actually... the Children

Brett's POVThe press conference is scheduled for ten AM. By nine-thirty, every major news outlet in the city has cameras trained on Graham Tower's main entrance."Last chance to reconsider," Marcus says, adjusting his tie nervously. "We could still negotiate with the board.""No." I button my suit jacket. "I'm done negotiating with people who think love is a liability.""The financial implications alone""Will work themselves out. Marcus, how many times do I have to tell you? I didn't build this company for the money.""Then why did you build it?"I pause, considering. "To prove I mattered. To show the world that a foster kid from nowhere could become somebody.Now I know I matter to the people who count. Riley, Lily, you, the hospital staff, the single mothers at the community center." I straighten my tie. "That's enough.""Sir, there's something else." Marcus hands me a tablet. "The board leaked their ultimatum to the press. It's already trending on

James Morrison's POVI pour myself three fingers of bourbon and smile at the television screen. Brett Graham looks like a broken man defending his relationship with that worthless little nobody."Perfect timing," I mutter, reaching for my phone.The press conference is a gift. Graham Industries' stock is already dropping, and the board members are circling like vultures. I've been waiting two years for this moment—two years since that pathetic little slut Riley Plia destroyed my life.My firm dropped me. My wife left me. My reputation was in ruins.Twenty five years of marriage, gone. Kate packed her bags the day the story broke. "I don't know who you are anymore," she said, like I was the villain in all this. My children won't speak to me. My son changed his phone number. My daughter crosses the street when she sees me coming. Twenty-five years of providing for them, and this is how they repay me. The golf club revoked my membership. The charity boards asked me to step down. Former

Riley's POVI'm feeding Lily breakfast when my phone starts ringing as Brett's name flashes on the screen."Good morning," I answered, smiling despite my exhaustion."Riley, don't go to the hospital today."My stomach drops. "What? Why? Lily also has her follow-up appointment""I know. Marcus is arranging for Dr. Vasquez to see her at the penthouse instead.""Brett, what's going on?""There are reporters at Mercy General, a lot of them. Someone leaked information about Lily's treatments."My blood turns to ice. "What kind of information?"I can already imagine the headlines. The photos they'll use—probably the ones of me and Lily sleeping in our car. The way they'll paint me as a woman who sold herself and used her sick child to get money.My chest tightens. I remember those nights in the hospital waiting room, watching other families get help while I filled out financial aid forms that always came back denied. I remember the social worker who looked at me like I was a bad mother for