All Chapters of Bad Contract with the Billionaire Devil: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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Divorce Papers

The first thing I felt was pain.A sharp, tearing ache that lived in every muscle, every bone, every stitch that held me together after the birth. My eyelids were heavy bricks. Even breathing hurt.Then came the shaking. It was rough and violent.“What the fvck, Olivia?!” a deep voice roared above me. “Wake the hell up!”That voice. I knew it instantly.Liam Smith.My husband. My tormentor. The man who hadn’t shown up for sixteen hours of labor, who only ever touched me to remind me my body belonged to him, not me.Love never existed between us.Our marriage was forged in sex, rage, and scars. War was our only language. And I was always the one bleeding.“L… Liam?” My throat scraped raw when I whispered his name.I tried to move, but fire seared through my abdomen. My stitches burned. My limbs felt like they were carved from stone.“Don’t fvck with me, Olivia.” He shook me harder. “You gave birth, not got run over by a damn truck.”Another voice, it was thin and trembling, broke in. “U

Last Updated : 2025-09-11

We're Done, Olivia.

“What the hell are you talking about, Liam?” My laugh was jagged, it was too close to a sob. “Divorce? Here? In the hospital?”My voice cracked, but I forced it louder. “This is my reward? Sixteen hours of excruciating labor to bring your babies into the world, and you thank me with this? Tell me you’re joking. Please… tell me you’re fvcking joking.”But Liam’s face didn’t so much as twitch. His jaw was stone, and his gray eyes were colder than the snowstorm howling outside the windows.“I’m taking full custody of the twins,” he said flatly. “You’re not their mother. Never were.”The words sliced through me sharper than the contractions that had ripped my body apart.He lifted the car seats, one in each hand, as though carrying nothing more than groceries. And then he turned toward the door.My body went cold.“No.” My voice was barely air. Then it broke into a scream. “NO!”I ripped the IV from my arm, and hot blood started dripping down my wrist. The monitors shrieked as I staggered

Last Updated : 2025-09-11

The Empty Room

The hospital ceiling swam above me in white streaks as they wheeled me back into the room. My body was trembling, it was numb in some places, and was burning in others. The nurses had wrapped me in warm blankets, had replaced my IV, had spoken softly, but I didn’t hear a word.All I could hear was the echo of that engine.All I could see was the taillight glow disappearing into the dark.All I could feel was the emptiness of my arms.“My babies,” I whispered into the air. My throat was raw and my lips were cracked. “My babies…”The words fell uselessly, swallowed by the beeping of machines.When the nurse gently laid me back against the pillows, I turned my head toward the bassinets. They were empty and still.The ache in my chest grew unbearable. A scream rose up, but it broke into a sob halfway through.“They’re gone,” I gasped. “He took them. He really… took them.”The nurse looked at me with pity she tried to hide, while smoothing the blanket over me like I was a child. “You need t

Last Updated : 2025-09-11

Thrown Out in the Snow

Somehow, I clawed my way out of the hospital. Nurses tried to hold me back, doctors called after me, but I couldn’t stay another second. Not while my babies were gone. If I stayed, I would die.The garage was almost empty now, it was silent except for the hum of a flickering light overhead. My hand still bled where the IV had torn free, blood was dripping down my wrist. The last place I had seen Liam was here, and my body refused to move on, as though maybe he has come back.But he didn’t.My cruel, devil husband had taken everything. He had left me nothing but pain and papers.Shaking so badly I thought my bones might shatter, I forced myself out of there.Snowflakes whirled in the air as I stumbled barefoot into the night. My hospital gown whipped around me, it was paper-thin against the icy wind.A cab idled at the curb. The driver leaned against the hood, a cigarette was dangling from his lips. When his eyes found me, he froze.“Jesus, lady,” he muttered, straightening. “You need t

Last Updated : 2025-09-11

The Heirs of Smith

Liam’s POVThe Rolls-Royce slid into the underground garage of Smith Estate. I leaned back against the leather seat, rubbing at my temples. Olivia’s screams still rang in my ears, the way she had pounded her bloodied hands against the car, begging for the twins.Pathetic. She had always been clinging, always weak.And yet, when I glanced down at the smear of red on my sleeve, something twisted in my chest.Two years of marriage and we were nothing but strangers. No… worse. Strangers who fvcked.She was beautiful, though. I’d never deny that. Snow-pale skin, long golden hair, those doll-like features. A body that never stopped tempting me, always making me hard. That was why I kept her around. That was why I hadn’t tired of her.But beauty didn’t mean she belonged at my side.“Shit,” I muttered when I saw the crowd.My family was already waiting, clustered like vultures. Parents, grandparents, uncles, aunts, cousins... even the brats. Faces pressed to the glass, greedy for a glimpse.“W

Last Updated : 2025-09-11

A Nobody Touching Her

Liam’s POV“Divorce or not, she’s still their mother.” My uncle Henry frowned across his glass. “Shouldn’t she be breastfeeding?”I shut my eyes and let out a long breath.Enough of this.“Moore,” I called, flicking my fingers.The butler was already hovering, waiting for me to snap. He stepped forward instantly. “Yes, sir?”“Get me something strong.”He moved without hesitation, and then returned with a crystal decanter and a heavy glass. The first swallow burned down my throat, it was sharp and hot. It steadied me, but only barely.Grandpa Arthur leaned forward, his wrinkled hands clasped like a man expecting a confession. “So, Liam. Did she sign?”My grip tightened around the glass. “I gave her the papers. She’s resisting. Doesn’t want to let go of the twins.”Dad scoffed, swirling his own drink. “She has no choice. You’re a Smith. She’s nothing. She’ll sign, or we’ll make her. You need a real wife. Someone like Evelyn Vaughn. Olivia has outlived her usefulness.”“Exactly,” my uncle

Last Updated : 2025-09-11

Crack

“Oh God… it hurts.” My voice cracked as I clutched my stomach.The pain was sharp, it was ripping through me in waves. My whole body shook, the cold was biting deep into my bones.“Liam?” My lips barely moved.The world tilted, it was fading in and out.“Get her out of there!” A hard voice barked. “Put her in the car, now!”Another voice stammered. “I–I was just trying to take her to the hospital, sir! She collapsed at the gate. No one would help! I couldn’t just leave her there... please, I didn’t want her to die...”I heard the creak of hinges. And I forced my eyes open. Everything blurred.I was sprawled across the backseat of a car, blood sticky against my skin.Outside, snow swirled in sheets of white, and dark figures moved around the vehicle.“Where… where am I?” My whisper was way too soft.“Mrs. Smith.” A calm voice answered.Vincent.“You’ll be taken care of. A doctor is waiting.”“Vincent. My… babies…” My throat closed.He bent down, sliding his arms under me. Pain ripped th

Last Updated : 2025-09-16

We’ll Fvcking K!ll You Ourselves

“Why the hell did you go to the Smith estate, Olivia?” my mom screamed, her finger was stabbing the air at me. “You ruined everything, you idiot! Because of your stupidity, they cut off our monthly support checks. Five more months of money, gone! All because of you!”Her voice slammed against my skull. My head spun.“What… what are you talking about?” My voice shook. “What support checks? You’ve been begging me for money since I married Liam... every week. Bills, the house, your debts–”“Shut up!” my dad roared. His fist curled, the knuckles whitening like he might hit me next. “You don’t get to question us. Stay the hell away from the Smiths! You set one foot near that estate again, and you’ll regret it. We’re going to beg the Smiths for what they owe us, and you better pray they pay, or you’ll be sorry, Olivia.”The stabbing pain in my stomach made it hard to breathe, but I forced myself upright against the headboard.“Do you even hear yourselves? You’re worried about money while Lia

Last Updated : 2025-09-18

My Babies Are Alive!

I tore the living room apart with shaking hands. Drawers, cushions, under the couch; anywhere a scrap of change might hide.My luggage, credit cards, everything I owned was still locked up at the Smith estate. They had kicked me out like a stray dog and left me with nothing. The memory of their cold faces, the way they had tossed me, burned like acid under my skin.From the day I married Liam it had been cold looks, whispered insults, and his hands on me; always taking, never loving.I wiped my nose with the sleeve of my oversized sweater and kept searching. I couldn’t stop. My babies were out there and I had to get them back, even if the pain was killing me.The doorbell rang.I froze, wiped my wet face on my sleeve, and shuffled to the door.A woman stood there, maybe in her fifties, her graying hair was pulled into a tight bun. Sympathy was painted all over her face.“Oh, honey,” she said in a syrupy voice that made my skin crawl. “You poor thing. Losing two babies like that… it mus

Last Updated : 2025-09-19

Maybe I Was Insane

Liam was a lot of nasty things, but one thing he never did during our marriage was raise his hand against me. He was a devil, sure… but not a wife beater. His tongue was sharp enough to do the dirty work on its own.“That’s not true,” I snapped. “My babies are alive. They’re not dead! And Liam never hit me, not once!”Nancy only blinked at me, then patted my arm like I was a lost child. “Of course, dear. You take care.”Her pity clung to my skin like dirt.A few blocks down, Mr. Evans from the hardware store stopped me. His weathered face was lined with concern, but his words stabbed just as deep as hers.“Heard about your loss, Olivia. Tough break. Your folks said you… kinda lost it after.” He sighed softly, then his voice dropped lower. “Don’t worry, you’ll heal up quicker than you think. My wife and I did, back in the ’80s, when we lost our firstborn girl right after birth. What matters now is finding a decent man, not chasing junkies.”“My babies aren’t dead!” The words ripped out

Last Updated : 2025-09-22

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