All Chapters of Bad Contract with the Billionaire Devil: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Olivia's POVThe air in the woods was biting, a cold that seemed to seep through the layers of my coat and settle deep within my bones. We had stepped out of the back of the cabin to gather some dry wood, our boots crunching against the frozen earth and patches of stubborn, icy snow. The pine trees loomed over us, their needles shivering in the occasional gust of wind.Avery was trying so hard to be the version of herself I needed; the fearless, loud-mouthed best friend who could punch the world in the face for me. But I saw the way her hands trembled as she bent down to pick up a fallen branch. I saw the way her eyes kept darting back toward the cabin, then toward the perimeter where she knew Zach and James were hovering in the shadows.The fear of me nearly dying; of me actually being erased from her life, was a ghost walking right beside her.“Look at this one, Liv,” she said, holding up a thick piece of cedar. Her voice was a little too high, a little too bright. “This will burn f

Liam's POVLetting go of Olivia was never my idea, especially after the trauma she endured last night. My instincts screamed at me to keep her locked away in the penthouse, surrounded by steel and high-end security, until I could scrub the very memory of that poison from her system. But then I saw the soul-crushing terror in her eyes; not of me, for once, but of the world I had dragged her into.I knew then that forcing her to stay would only break what little trust we had left. I figured being with her friend, someone she actually felt safe with, would be the best medicine for her.But I instantly regretted that decision the second my phone vibrated with a call from the field.I was in the walk-in closet of one of my penthouses, a space of dark mahogany and soft LED lighting, finalizing my attire for the day. I had chosen a navy pinstripe three-piece suit, tailored so perfectly it felt like a second skin. I was adjusting my sterling silver cufflinks when the phone on the marble islan

Liam's POV“After the twins were born,” Evelyn’s face suddenly twisted, the 'sadness' transforming into a look of disgust, “instead of Olivia taking her settlement and leaving as agreed, she decided she wanted the life I had. She decided to snatch my man away from me. That dirty little bitch is doing everything in her power to claw her way into Liam’s life, using those children as leverage to make him abandon me.She added. “And now, it’s escalated. She’s stalking us. She followed us to the gala; we had no idea she was even in the city. I’m certain she staged that medical emergency just to force Liam to leave my side. Which, as you saw, he did.”Evelyn covered her face with her palms and began to sob quietly. In the background, I saw her friend Sunny; a lifeless socialite who lived for this kind of drama; handing her a silk tissue and whispering comforts.“Olivia is dangerous,” Evelyn said, pulling her hands away to show her 'harrowing' expression. “She’s deranged. She’s trying to imp

Evelyn’s POVIt was absolute chaos. They didn't get tired of drilling me, picking apart every choice I’d made until I felt like I was disappearing.Before my dad finally left for the office, he made sure I was completely drained, a hollow shell of the woman who had walked in an hour ago.---I didn't bother with breakfast. I couldn't have kept it down if I tried. I rushed straight up to my wing of the house and locked the door. After a long, scalding shower that turned my skin pink, I retreated to my bedroom.My friends, Sunny and Chloe, were already there, having let themselves in with the emergency key. They looked miserable. Sunny was wearing a pink velour tracksuit, her hair was in a messy bun, while Chloe was wrapped in a designer trench coat as if she were ready to flee the country at a moment's notice.They looked like they hadn't slept a wink.“The internet blew up last night, Evelyn. Are you even aware of the scale?” Chloe said. Her voice shook as she gestured to the three la

Evelyn's POV“Seriously, Evelyn, what are you going to do?” Sunny asked, her voice hovered on the edge of a panic attack. “Do you have a plan? A script? Anything?”I didn't answer. I couldn't. I just let out a long, ragged sigh and bit my lip until I tasted the faint copper of blood. I stood up from the bed, my movements . I dragged my feet over to my walk-in closet, my eyes scanning the rows of designer clothes. I needed armor.My mind wasn't even in the room anymore; it felt like I was watching myself from a distance, a passenger in a body controlled by pure survival instinct.I reached for a bone-white Alexander McQueen power suit. It was sharp, tailored to perfection, and projected an image of innocence and untouchable status. I paired it with nude Louboutin pumps and a simple diamond pendant. If I was going to my execution, I was going to look like a saint who had been wronged.---The drive to the Smith estate felt like a slow-motion descent into hell. It was barely noon, but th