Todos os capítulos de Bad Contract with the Billionaire Devil: Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

Evelyn’s POVMy phone showed 6:58 a.m. when I stormed out of the temporary suite. My wig was itching, and my face was bare if the glamour that was rightfully mine. Cassie followed, her heels were slapping the marble behind me.I hadn’t slept.Every time I closed my eyes I saw Liam’s hands on her: the bitch using my face, my body, my fiancé. I wanted to tear her out of the world.I reached Olivia’s door and hammered the bell like a maniac. Ding-ding-ding...“Open the fvcking door!” I shouted, knocking harder when nothing happened.Cassie leaned in, her teeth were clenched. “That little wretched slut... she’s probably still in your sheets, Evelyn. I’ll snap her neck myself–”The intercom crackled. “WHO THE FVCK IS THAT?” It was Avery's voice. It sounded dangerous.I leaned into the speaker. “Open this door, Avery. Now. Or I’ll have security drag your ass out by those fake extensions.”Silence.Then the lock clicked. The door opened a crack and I shoved it wide, forcing it all the way op

I sank lower in the water, soap slipping from my hand. My thoughts spun to Liam; his voice, his touch, his control.How do I even ask him now?“Please, Liam. I need money for my mom. I know I left. I know I lied.”He would either tell me to come back… or never call again.I scrubbed harder, my skin was burning.Tears mixed with the bathwater until I couldn’t tell the difference. My mom. My babies. Liam. Evelyn. Everyone pulling at me from different directions.The water went cold, but I stayed there, stuck in it.---By the time I came out, my skin was red from the heat. I threw on a black cashmere sweater and jeans that fit tighter than I remembered. My breasts were bound under the fabric to keep from leaking. It hurt to breathe.Avery was already dressed. Her leather jacket was on, and her face was hard as stone.“Do you want to eat here or downstairs?” I asked, tying my hair into a ponytail.She didn’t look up from her phone. “Don’t care. Just need food.”“Rooftop dining?” I offere

Liam's POVMy secretary, Nadine, hurried over, holding her tablet against her chest. “Mr. Smith, Mr. Ellis has been waiting for over an hour,” she said. Her voice was polite but firm. “He refused to leave, even after I told him you were at the conference.”I looked at Ellis. He looked exhausted; his eyes were sunken, suit wrinkled, desperation was written all over him. Exactly the state I had expected him to be in.“Follow me,” I said flatly, walking into my office.The door clicked shut behind us.Ellis followed, his steps were unsteady. He stopped in front of my desk, his hands were trembling slightly. I sat down, leaned back in my chair, and waited.“Why are you here, Trent?” I asked. My tone was calm but cold. “Shouldn’t you be focusing on your family’s problems?”He swallowed hard. “That’s exactly why I’m here,” he said. His voice was tight. “Helix Dynamics is in trouble. We’re buried in debt. My father built that company from nothing, and I can’t let it die.”I leaned forward,

Before the doctors could say more, the elevator softly dinged and the doors opened onto the top floor: a private, silent wing. I walked right out. I would deal with their vague, unsettling observation later. Evelyn couldn't wait.They scrambled ahead, leading me toward a large, private suite. The heavy, dark wood door slid open silently. I stepped inside, my eyes scanning the luxurious space. It looked more like a hotel room than a hospital room."She’s in the connecting room, sir," Dr. Peterson murmured, pointing to another door.I went to it, and as I got closer, I heard a sound. Low, frantic whispers. I pushed the door open without knocking.The room was dimly lit, focused on Evelyn lying completely still in the bed. But surrounding the bed were three women; they were her personal assistants. I recognized them. Two I barely knew, but the third, the “brunette with way too much hairspray,” was the one I had fired before "Evelyn" forced me to hire her back. I didn't know any of their

The first thing I felt was a brutal, splitting headache. My head was pounding with a deep, constant beat, and when I tried to move my arms and legs, they felt like dead weights. My eyelids felt impossibly heavy, like they were glued shut.Then, a sound cut through the pain. A voice. It was deep, authoritative, and instantly familiar. It used to be the most important crack in my world, and now, it signaled my total ruin."Olivia."He called me Olivia. I frowned a little, though my face barely moved."Shh," the voice continued, sounding a bit softer. "You're okay. You'll be okay."I felt a big, warm hand gently brush the hair off my face. The touch was careful, almost kind, but everything was still pitch black. The pain was too sharp, too overwhelming.I managed to force a sound past my dry throat. It was weak, just a whisper. "It... it hurts. Everything hurts."The voice immediately became calmer, but that underlying tone of absolute command remained. "I know. Just hang in there. You w