Semua Bab The Billionaire’s Forbidden Desire(One contract. One rule): Bab 101 - Bab 110

Ethan’s pov“These eggs are terrible, Alex.”I chuckled as I took another serving anyway, dragging a piece of toast through the yellow mess. “You really need to get your staff back.”“Oh, really?” Alex said lazily from beside me, propped against the headboard, naked except for the stupid apron he tied on. “I didn't see you complaining when you were shoveling your first serving down your throat.” “I was hungry,” I said, biting into the toast. Burnt……Not even a little golden. Blackened like it had offended him personally. I chewed through it bravely. “Or should I say desperate.”He grinned and leaned closer, stealing a forkful from my plate. “Desperate huh…….was that why you were screaming my name at three this morning?”Heat rushed straight to my face. “It wasn’t my fault. You took a lot out of me,” I muttered, peeking at him over the edge of my toast.His grin widened. “That sounds like a compliment.”It was.We had been all over each other through the night, greedy and relentless, l

Alex’s pov“Ethan isn’t here.”There was a pause on her end. “Oh. So he is on his way back then?”I clenched my jaw tightly. “Lena… Ethan left here two days ago.”Silence flooded the line. The kind that presses against your ears until you want to rip the phone away.“…That’s not funny,” she finally said, her voice smaller now. “That’s a joke, right? He hasn’t been back since he left two days ago. If he isn’t with you and he isn’t here then—” Her breath hitched. “Okay. No. This isn’t funny. Ethan wouldn’t just go off somewhere without telling me, not when I just got home and—” Her words tumbled, tripping over each other.“Hey, heyyyy” I cut through softly, forcing a calm I didn’t feel. “Calm down. Are you telling me he never came back home since the day he left?”“Of course,” she said quickly. “I mean, yes. I just—where do you think he went off to?”I ignored that.“So you've been all alone since then?”“Yes, but I’m fine. I—.”“Stay where you are,” I cut her off. “Don’t go anywhere, I

Alex’s pov“There’s nothing fitting his description,” Damian says as he gets off his phone. “Not from the hospitals, ambulances or the morgues, even the police stations.”My eye is glued to my phone in my hand. I have refreshed the screen so many times my thumb aches. No Missed calls, no new messages, no location pings….,..Nothing.I pace the length of the penthouse, barefoot on cold marble, every nerve in my body stretched tight. The windows are dark now as night crept in.Upstairs, Lena sleeps in one of the guest rooms. I brought her myself and settled her in. She didn’t talk much or cry, she just went quiet through the whole trip which is worse…….so much worse. She asked me to find her brother before she fell asleep.I promised her I would.Promises mean nothing if you cannot keep them.“Maybe you’re overthinking this,” Marcus says gently. “He is a grown man, he could be laying low. Packing, clearing his head. Maybe he went to see a friend and lost track of time.”“For days?” I sna

Alex’s povFor a heartbeat, there is silence and then a chuckle comes through. Not mechanical but a real voice.“Well,” Havelock says smoothly, his true voice sliding through, “guess there is no need for pretense anymore.”“Good,” I reply, forcing my voice steady. “Then we can stop playing games. I know you’re not going to kill your own son.”A soft sound comes through the line, a muffled groan……..Ethan’s.The sound is faint, like he is fighting through something and my hand tightens around the phone so hard my knuckles burn white.Don’t react.Don’t give him that satisfaction.“Don’t mistake me for someone that gives a fuck about biology.”I can picture him, sitting comfortably, his legs crossed, watching Ethan struggle like this is entertainment.“And don’t underestimate what I am willing to do,” he continues, “to collect what is owed to me.”“You’re owed nothing,” I snapped.“I’m owed everything,” he barks back, the calm slipping for a second. “You destroyed Dominic. When the polic

Alex’s povI had to threaten Harold with unemployment before he finally moved out of my way.The idiot tried to block the elevator door with shaking hands, mumbling something about security protocol and Mr. Damian’s orders.“Move,” I told him.“Sir, I can’t let you leave with—”“You have five seconds before I make sure you never work in this city again.”His face drained of color. The wolves outside were not metaphorical. Camera crews and news crews were stationed across the street in SUVs with reporters standing around reporting the latest. Harold glanced at them, then back at me.“Fine,” he muttered.He stepped out into the night, deliberately positioning himself in front of the vehicles, pretending to argue with some of them, giving me the ten second distraction I needed.Not that I won’t fire him anyway.I stride toward my car just as my driver jumps out as I approach. “Sir, we were supposed to wait—”“Get out.”He hesitates. I grabbed the keys from his hand, pressing the button