Semua Bab Bad Contract with the Billionaire Devil: Bab 181 - Bab 190

Olivia's POV“Get the fvck in, Olivia, and stop wasting my fvcking time!”The sharpness of the command made me flinch violently.Before I could even take a step, a large, powerful hand reached out from the shadows of the backseat. It clamped around my wrist like a shackle and yanked me forward. I gasped as I was pulled off the pavement and onto the plush leather seat.The door closed with a soft, expensive thud, instantly cutting off the noise of the crowd, the wind, and the world.The silence inside was absolute, broken only by the low hum of the climate control. The car smelled of the finest leather, expensive tobacco, and that signature scent of sandalwood and cold steel that was uniquely Liam.I looked up and there he was. He was wearing a three-piece navy pinstripe suit, though his jacket was tossed onto the far seat. His white dress shirt was crisp, but the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing the powerful, hair-dusted forearms that had just dragged me into his space.

Olivia's POV“Your grandmother warned me. She told me not to bother coming back to nurse the babies ever again. She said Evelyn; your ‘real’ choice, would be the one breastfeeding them from now on. She told me I wasn't needed. That I was done.”Liam’s eyes flickered. He shifted his gaze toward the back of Vincent’s head for a moment, then leaned back against the leather seat with a sharp, jagged sigh. He ran a hand through his dark hair and let out a string of curses under his breath.I looked down at my hands. They were covered in dirt and dried blood from the scuffle. A single tear escaped my eye and splashed onto my knuckles. I quickly wiped it away, my chest heaved. I was so tired of fighting, but for my babies; for the children I had carried for nine months, I felt like I could tear the world apart.“I already promised you,” I said. My voice dropped to a low, broken whisper. I looked straight at him now, demanding he see me. “I promised to do anything as long as I get to see them

Olivia's POV The massive, wrought-iron gates of the Smith estate groaned open, a sound like a tomb being unsealed. We rolled up the long, gravel driveway, the headlights illuminating the hedges and cold marble statues that stood like . When the car finally hummed to a stop in front of the main entrance, Vincent was already there to open Liam’s door. Liam stepped out, smoothing his suit jacket, looking every bit the untouchable CEO. Then, he walked around to my side and opened the door. He narrowed his eyes at me, his shadow falling over my lap. “Get out,” he said. His tone left no room for negotiation. I didn't move. I dug my heels into the plush floor mats and folded my arms over my chest, over the damp, humiliating stains on my top. “Bring my babies out to me. I’m not going back in there with you, Liam. I’m not entering that house again.” Liam let out a long, frustrated sigh, the kind of sound a man makes when dealing with a stubborn child. “Don’t make me drag you out in front o

Olivia's POV I bit my lip so hard. My thighs clenched together instinctively at the memory of this morning; the heavy, possessive weight of him, the way he had claimed me before I was even fully awake. The thought was a traitor to my mind, making a heat bloom in my lower belly that I desperately wanted to extinguish. “Liam–please,” I started, but he cut me off with a sharp shake of his head. “There’s no need for the theatrics, Olivia. There’s no need for pretending.” He brushed his thumb over my cheek, tracing the line where a tear had dried. “You have seen my body and I’ve seen yours countless times. Every inch of you has been mapped by me. So why are you still acting so shy about us seeing it one more time?” Before I could protest, his hands dropped to the waistband of my leggings. He didn't wait for permission. He slid them down past my hips to my knees. I had to step out of them as they hit my ankles, feeling the cool air of the room hit my skin. Then he moved back to my top, p

Evelyn's POV“We are done, Evelyn. There won’t be a wedding.”Those ten words didn’t just break my heart; they destroyed my entire world. They echoed in the hollow chambers of my skull, louder than the screaming match happening between our families in the foyer of the Smith estate. I couldn't think. I couldn't process. I couldn't even draw a full breath.Liam had just said that to me. In front of the help, and in front of the our families who happened to be present. He had discarded me like a seasonal coat that had gone out of style. As if the years of carefully curated appearances, the mergers, the shared galas, and the high-society expectations were absolutely nothing.I just stared at his retreating back, the sharp lines of his suit mocking me. My body began to tremble, a violent, uncontrollable shivering that started in my marrow. My legs, usually so steady in four-inch stilettos, turned to water. I dropped to the marble floor, the cold stone biting into my knees, but I felt nothi