All Chapters of Bad Contract with the Billionaire Devil: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Liam’s POVThe private lounge of my penthouse office was exactly what it was supposed to be: dark leather, low light, a place where even silence bent to me. Deals were made here. Lives were reshaped.I leaned against the desk, my phone was pressed to my ear. I was on call about a merger with a client in Dubai.“Yes, Mr. Al-Rashid,” I said. My voice was steady as stone. “Those terms are non-negotiable. Ten percent stake, or we walk.”Evelyn didn’t give a damn that I was on the line with a client. She never did. The red dress she had worn lay crumpled on the floor, her panties was already discarded. She stood naked in front of me, moving closer with that provocative smile. Her fingers found my belt. A soft click later, it slid free.I shot her a warning look. She ignored it, her tongue trailing from my stomach to my chest, her hand sliding into my briefs like she owned me.“Fvck,” I muttered under my breath, my jaw tightened. My grip on the phone went white-knuckled.This was deliberate.

“Olivia Marie Brown!”The sound of that voice froze me where I stood. My stomach dropped, and when I turned, my worst nightmare stared back.My parents.Diane and Harold.They stood a few yards away, their faces twisted with rage. Mom’s hand shook around a steaming coffee cup. Dad’s fist crushed his half-eaten hotdog until ketchup and mustard oozed between his fingers. Their glares could have cut through steel.“What the hell are you doing here?” Mom screamed. Her voice echoed down the glass canyon of the boulevard.Before I could react, she hurled her hotdog straight at me. The bun smacked my chest, splattering mustard and ketchup across my coat.Avery gasped and jumped in front of me. “What the fvck is wrong with you?” she shouted. “She just had babies! She’s still recovering, and you throw food at her? You’re not even human!”The security guard at the door pointed at the mess on the ground. His voice was sharp. “Ma’am, clean that up right now, or I’ll cuff you and haul you to the st

“Sit the fvck down and stop acting like a spoiled child,” Liam growled.Evelyn flinched, retreating instantly like a scolded pet.Without sparing her a glance, Liam added, “Olivia is going in to freshen up. Do you seriously expect me to hold a conversation while she looks like this?”The way his eyes swept over me, was cold. It was worse than if he had spat at me. I was nothing more than dirt under his shoe. Exhaustion pressed into my bones. Fighting him here felt pointless. What choice did I even have?Then his voice cut into me again, it was low and dangerous. “Do you have a death wish, Olivia?”I shook my head slowly.“Then why the fvck are you still standing there?” His tone cracked like a whip. “Move.”Swallowing hard, I stepped toward the private side door, avoiding Evelyn’s burning glare as I slipped inside.The bathroom hit me like a memory I didn’t want. Sleek marble counters, spotless glass, a scent of cedar and citrus. The same expensive shampoo and body wash sat neatly on t

How the hell did they find out? We hadn’t told anyone. I scanned the crowd, but Avery was nowhere in sight.Liam’s threat still rang in my ears, and the chaos outside pressed down on me. I was stepping into a war I couldn’t possibly win, but I would burn everything to ash before letting him keep my babies.Maybe I really did need to talk to the reporters.Suddenly, a hand yanked me back into the lobby. I gasped, clutching my stomach, and spun around. Vincent’s face loomed over me.“Ma’am,” he said quietly, “Mr. Smith wants you back in his office.”“Liam’s office? After everything?” My voice cracked.I wanted to run, to vanish, but the image of my twins; tiny, helpless, waiting, froze me in place. I nodded, unable to speak.Vincent turned to the guards in their sharp black suits. “Handle the reporters. Wipe every second of footage. Get the names of the outlets and send me the list. Clear?”“Yes, sir.” The guards moved instantly, already reaching for cameras.I followed Vincent toward th

By the time we made it back to Willow Creek, I was trembling from head to toe. My face felt drained of all color, and Avery didn’t look much better. The fire that usually burned in her eyes was gone, replaced with a haunted weariness I’d never seen before. She wanted me to stop at the hospital, but I refused. I couldn’t step foot in another hospital, not after Liam had stolen my babies from me in one.The cab pulled away, leaving us standing on the sidewalk. The evening air was icy, cutting through the thin shirt beneath the coat Liam had forced me into. Dusk had settled, and Main Street was unusually crowded. The second people noticed me, their voices rose.“Olivia?” Mrs. Fernandez, the town baker, called from her doorway. Her voice dripped with pity, it was heavy and soft. “Sweetheart, I’m so sorry about your babies. You look so pale… you really should see a doctor. It’s not good after giving birth, even if…” She trailed off, her face folded into sympathy.I shut my eyes. Too drained