Bad Contract with the Billionaire Devil のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 191 - チャプター 197

Evelyn's POVThey exchanged "the look;" that silent communication where they judged me behind my back while smiling to my face. They shrugged, turning back to their drinks, but I could see the whispers starting.“I’ll be back,” I snapped, snatching my clutch off the table. “I’m going to get some air. It’s suffocating in here.”“But it’s freezing outside, Evelyn!” Chloe called out, standing up to follow me. “At least take your coat.” She handed me my black cashmere trench coat with a worried expression.I snatched the coat from her hand without a word and pushed through the velvet curtains. I made my way through the sea of sweaty, writhing bodies on the dance floor, ignoring the hands that reached out for me. I needed to feel the cold. I needed to feel anything other than the burning shame in my gut.So I pushed through the heavy metal back exit that led to the private alleyway where the high-rollers parked. The air was biting, a sharp to the humid heat of the club. I leaned against t

Liam's POVAfter the cold shower, I didn't bother with clothes. I threw on a heavy charcoal silk bathrobe, cinching the belt tight, and collapsed onto the bed. I didn't even have the energy to turn off the lights. I was out before my head hit the pillow.When I woke up, the room felt like a tomb. A draft was coming from the balcony door, and the air was crisp. I stretched, my muscles aching, and reached out to the other side of the king-sized bed.Cold. Empty.She hadn't come back. Olivia hadn't even bothered to sneak in while I was asleep. I let out a long, weary sigh and sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I glanced at the Patek Philippe on the nightstand. It was nearly 6:00 AM. Then I looked toward the window; the winter sky was a bruised, heavy purple, the sun was still hours away from making an .I shoved the covers aside, my mind was already turning to the day ahead. I had three board meetings and a legal team waiting to discuss the fallout of the Vaughn breakup. Bothering a

Olivia's POV“Didn’t you hear what I just said?” Liam's voice was a low, terrifying rasp that made me flinch. “I am not giving you to anyone. Not because I’m a saint, and not because I care about your feelings. You are the mother of my heirs, Olivia. That makes you mine. And I don’t lose what is mine. Now, get your ass up and do as I say. I don’t have time for this back-and-forth.”The gravity of his voice; the absolute, dark certainty of it, forced me into motion. I felt like a puppet whose strings had been jerked. I turned to the sink, my hands trembling as I reached for my own toothbrush. I didn't dare look at him again. I could feel his gaze on the back of my neck, heavy and possessive, watching my every move as I tried to prepare for a day where I was worth more as a trade-in than a human being.“Liam...” I whispered as I reached for the water. “If you take me to the office... what happens to Avery?”He didn't answer immediately. I heard the rustle of his silk robe as he moved to

Olivia's POV“Don’t even bother trying to get me to agree to this foolishness,” Liam cut his grandfather off, his voice was like a razor. “You’re talking about human trafficking under the guise of 'legacy.' If you want Evelyn back so badly, find another way. But you aren't touching Olivia.”“Watch that tone with me, boy!” Arthur snarled, pointing his cane at Liam’s chest. “I built this empire! I will not see it dragged into the gutter because of your obsession with a common breeder!”Rachelle stepped up beside Arthur, her eyes darting between me and her son. Liam didn't budge. He looked down at me, a sharp exhale escaping his nostrils, the frustration radiating off him in waves.Before the argument could escalate into a physical fight, a small, high-pitched scream echoed through the marble hallway.“Olivia!”We all turned.Standing by the staircase was little Sophie. She looked tiny in her pink quilted winter coat, her blonde hair was a tangled mess. Her face was blotchy and red, tear