Todos os capítulos de Bad Contract with the Billionaire Devil: Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 120

Evelyn's POVThe black SUV slammed to a stop outside the back entrance of Lennox Hill Hospital; the discreet entrance my parents arranged. I didn't wait for the door. I threw it open and tumbled out, with Cassie and Tara scrambling right behind me. My heart was pounding like crazy; it was pure adrenaline mixed with desperate fear.I frantically scanned the entrance. My parents were waiting there, looking pale and worried, though their worry was totally about themselves and the situation."Mom! Dad!" I rushed toward them, whispering the words.They immediately pulled me into a tight hug. My dad gripped my shoulders like I was the only thing keeping him steady. And my mom buried her face in my hair, her hands were shaking."My little girl," my mom murmured, but I knew her panic wasn't about me, the real Evelyn, but the whole setup falling apart.I instantly pulled back, my voice was full of panic when I spoke to them. "How did it go? Did they find out anything? Are they suspicious? Tell

Liam's POVEvelyn turned her head to look at me fully, the bitterness was hardening into something colder and stronger. A look that belonged to a survivor, not a victim. It was a look I recognized, maybe, in my own reflection. The look of a fighter.I smirked wider, looking down at her as if she were a fascinating, wounded creature I was observing. This can't be the same Evelyn. Evelyn was demanding, spoiled, and obsessed with looking perfect. This girl was hurt, yes, but her eyes held a deeper, more deep sense of betrayal. And that confusion; the lie I sensed beneath the surface, only fueled my immediate, relentless suspicion."What is it, Evelyn?" I asked again, my voice was low but firm. "Do you have something to say? Go ahead. Tell me what you really think."She hesitated, a look of fear replaced the bitterness. "I... I think," she stammered, pulling the sheets tighter around her, "I think you’re being a total jerk right now. And I think I’m sick of all of you fighting over my bod

“How can he not see that it’s me?” I thought. “Do we really look that identical, that nobody, not even the man who was my husband, can tell the difference?”The thought was agonizing. The whole situation; the Vaughns supporting the lie, Liam's cold intensity, was utterly insane.I kept wondering what he would do if he ever found out. Would his anger be explosive? Would he do something reckless, something crazy? Or would he simply, coldly, dump me again? And just spoil Evelyn even more?---Later that night, the performance cranked up. Liam's family came in to say goodnight."We’ll visit again tomorrow, dear," Mrs. Smith said warmly, kissing my cheek. "We need to get home to the babies."The mention of my babies was like an electric shock. I bit down hard on my tongue to stop myself from reacting, struggling to maintain Evelyn's distant, spoiled attitude."Goodnight," I managed to say, nodding slightly.Then, the Vaughns approached. They forced that sweet, fake smile that never quite r

Liam's POVThe air was so thick with tension you could cut it. She lay there, facing away, but I could practically feel how scared and guilty she was. I had watched her struggle when the phone kept ringing, trying to seem unaffected but totally failing to keep it together.I finished analyzing her rigid posture, a dry smirk touching my lips while I did. I was playing a head game, and she was putting up a good fight. I put Vincent on hold; the automated tone was a sharp reminder of the reality she wanted to avoid. After one last look at how uncomfortable and still she was, I sighed and headed for the main room door."Are you finally going to sleep on the couch out there?" she asked. Her voice was tight.She still wouldn't look at me.I stopped at the doorway. "I'll be back," I said. "I just need to finish talking to Vincent."I watched her shoulders tense up; a reaction she couldn't hide.“She's good,” I thought. “But she's breaking.”The pressure was just too much.I walked out of the

Evelyn's POV "That is enough, Evelyn!" My mom snapped. Her voice cut sharply through the sitting room. She snatched the liquor bottle right out of my hand, the amber drink sloshing around inside. "Do you want to drink yourself to death and give Liam an easy way out?"I clenched my fists, staring at the expensive bottle she held. I was breathing fast and shallow, shaking with pure, raw fury."Give it back, Mom! I need that!""What you need is to get your priorities straight and figure out how to get the hell out of this mess you made!" She yelled. "First, you need to tell your father and me who that thug is, the one we saw at the hospital. We're still waiting for an answer, Evelyn. You promised to explain everything when we got home."My dad, who had been quietly sitting on the big velvet couch scrolling through his phone, finally spoke. His voice was low but weighted with controlled anger. "Who is that gangster, Evelyn? Why did he kiss Olivia at the hospital, thinking she was you? Th