All Chapters of Bad Contract with the Billionaire Devil: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Olivia's POVThe huge lounge was just a mess of tension. It was packed: Liam’s whole family; his parents and grandparents, were mixed in with Evelyn’s parents, Victoria and Charles Vaughn. They also had the doctor, Dr. Sampson, the nurses I recognized from the hospital, plus two of the Vaughns’ private staff. The air was thick with forced smiles and unspoken arguments.They all jumped up the second Liam carried me across the threshold. I immediately snapped into Evelyn mode; fragile, demanding, and utterly possessive."Mom! Dad!" I called out. My voice was thin and strained. It was the perfect blend of relief and trauma.Victoria and Charles hurried closer. Even through their pretence, I could sense the familiar cold disgust they held for me, the decoy. They tried to hide it with worried frowns, but I saw it clearly."Put her down, Liam," Victoria commanded. Her voice was a little higher than normal, betraying her anxiety about this whole mess.Liam looked down at my face for a second

Olivia's POV Liam’s mouth was warm, possessive, and totally intense. He was still kissing me deeply, and I could hear the faint, shocked gasps from the family members around the lounge. Honestly, the kiss felt so powerfully good that I forgot all about the tension and the audience.But that damn phone was ringing nonstop in his pocket.I placed my palms flat against his firm chest and pushed back slightly, breaking the contact. "Your phone, Liam," I whispered, forcing the words out. "It sounds important."Liam finally pulled away, his breath was hot on my face, but his eyes were still locked intensely on my lips, like he wasn’t ready to let go. He let his thumb brush deliberately across my lower lip before he finally reached into his pocket. But the moment he checked the screen, his entire mood shifted, hardening into the cold, impenetrable CEO mask."I'll be right back," he said, his eyes were still fixed on the screen. He stood up, towering over me. "Get some rest. Everything you n

Liam's POVKissing Olivia in front of everyone was like spreading butter and honey on a hot toast. It was a dominant, public statement, and the look on the Smiths' faces; the delight and surprise, made me want to go a little further than just kissing her.Nothing bothered me right there more than those two creepy maids Evelyn's parents brought along with them. I could tell they weren't just some random staff; if they were, those looks of jealousy and burning hatred I caught in their eyes wouldn't be there. Especially the one with the cold, blonde stare. She hated me, and more importantly, she hated Olivia's sudden place in my life.But all those thoughts were violently crashed when that damn phone wouldn't stop buzzing in my pocket. Of course, I didn't want to pick it up, but Olivia wasn't having it. She put her palms on my chest and pushed me back slightly."Your phone, Liam. It sounds important," she tried to force the words out through those soft kisses."Damn it," I muttered, frus

Liam's POVI turned to Vincent, and he quickly caught on to the question in my eyes before I could even speak."There's a great florist just before the Smith Heights exit," Vincent said, his voice was discreet. "They sell everything, sir. I could get them to make an express delivery, or we could just pull over.""Deliver what? Hmm?" Damien asked, but I ignored him completely."No need for delivery," I said to Vincent. "We will get them ourselves. Pull over near the shop.""Yes, sir."We got out of the elevator and into the underground garage where my car was waiting. Damien, ignoring my pointed insistence that he take his own car, squeezed himself into the back seat next to me. The man was being a real pain, his constant presence and probing questions was starting to grate on my last nerve, but I had to ignore him. I focused my thoughts on how Olivia; my Olivia, was going to feel when she saw the things I was about to get her.After a short, tense drive through the city streets, we fi

Liam's POV"Now!" I growled at them, commanding the room.They woke up instantly.They jumped at my voice, scrambling to move. One brought us heavy cotton aprons while the others started bringing out everything we might need: spices, specialty oils, and high-end pans."Let's get started, Smith," Damien said, rubbing his hands together with genuine excitement.We started chopping ingredients, prepping sauces, and doing whatever was necessary. We decided we were going to make Pan-Seared Duck Breast with Cherry Sauce and a classic Lobster Risotto; three dishes for lunch, plus a quick dessert. It had been years since we had done this together, but the old rhythm immediately clicked back into place."Not bad, Smith," Damien smirked at me as he watched me sear the duck skin on the stove in a heavy cast-iron skillet. "You still got this touch, huh?"I smirked back, grabbing the small bottle of brandy. "You're not so bad yourself, Kuroda." I poured a little brandy over the sauce, and it flame