All Chapters of Bad Contract with the Billionaire Devil: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Liam's POV I dragged my mom and grandpa down from the nursery, their voices echoed through the halls of the estate. My head pounded with every step. “This is unacceptable, Liam!” my mom's heels struck the marble like gunshots. Her face was flushed red. “We will not live under the same roof with that girl; feeding our babies like she belongs here! She needs to leave. Now!” "Olivia is staying. Deal with it." “Absolutely not!” my grandfather thundered, pointing his cane at me like it was a weapon. “You’ve lost your damn mind, boy. We won’t stand for this.” I exhaled sharply, dragging a hand through my hair as I pushed them into the drawing room. “It’s done,” I said firmly. “Olivia is staying. She’s here to nurse the twins, nothing more. She’s not sharing my bed, and she’s not replacing Evelyn. So let her do her job.” “You can’t be serious,” my mom shot back. “Something is wrong with you, Liam. This isn’t you.” She turned to my grandfather, gesturing angrily. “Didn’t I tell you som

The nurses walked me down the hall, steadying me when I stumbled. My body ached from the postpartum treatments after the bath. The warm water helped my muscles, but it didn’t touch the fear in my chest. Liam had insisted I leave the nursery for the bedroom he had prepared. Every part of me wanted to stay with the twins, but I didn’t have a choice. The Smiths calling me a “surrogate” and a “nanny” replayed in my head and made me panic that they would take my babies and I would never see them again. Avery stayed in the nursery, promising to guard them, and that was the only thing keeping me from falling apart. Still, I was exhausted. Breastfeeding and no sleep had worn me down. The bedroom was gorgeous: silk drapes, dark wood, but it felt like a cage. Liam stood at the foot of the bed, one hand in his pocket, the other on his phone, watching me with those cold, unreadable eyes. The nurses, Heather and Judith, kept stealing looks at him. I swallowed a bitter thought. “I can’t believe

I blinked awake, my body felt heavy and my head was foggy. It took effort just to sit up, every muscle ached. I wanted to get up, to check on my twins, to make sure they were okay. But I was too weak. My eyes kept closing on their own, dragging me back to sleep. When I woke again, the room was dark and quiet. My heart jumped. “My babies,” I whispered, panic flooding me. “How long have I been asleep?” Fear hit me hard. "Did Liam’s family feed them formula again? Or… did they take them away?" I swung my legs off the bed, wincing from the pain of my stitches. But my foot hit something solid. Frowning, I reached for the lamp and turned it on, then froze. Liam was lying beside me. Naked. He was stretched out on his back, completely at ease, one arm was behind his head. My breath caught as my eyes widened. Every part of him was bare. I looked away immediately, my face was burning. “What the hell?” I said, but my voice shook. “Liam, what are you doing here?” He didn’t answer. His br

“Get out of my way!” Evelyn yelled. “I’ll deal with this slut myself!” Rachelle stepped in and grabbed Evelyn’s arm. “Calm down,” she said. Her voice was soft but firm. “We’ll talk to Liam when he’s back.” “This isn’t fair!” Evelyn snapped, yanking free. She glared at me. “You’ll regret this, Olivia. I won’t let you take him from me.” I kept my eyes on the floor. My heart was pounding, as she and her parents stormed out. Liam’s family followed, they were calling out apologies as they went. Avery exhaled, shaking her head. “What a crazy family,” she muttered. “How did you survive here alone, Liv?” “I don’t know,” I shrugged. “Maybe it was the twins keeping me going.” We retreated to my room, the bodyguards were following silently behind us, it was a constant reminder of Liam’s control. A small breakfast had been brought in, and we sat picking at it, the tension from earlier still lingered. A knock at the door made me jump. “Come in,” I called. Becka, one of the housekeepers, ste

“Sophie,” she said. Her voice rose, “how many times have I told you not to come here alone and cling to this woman? Why isn’t your mother watching you? Where the hell is Clara?” She turned toward the staff by the door. “Where is she? Why is Sophie here by herself again?” The driver stepped forward. “Mrs. Smith went to a meeting at the club last night, ma'am,” he said carefully. “She hasn’t come back yet.” Beatrice’s frown deepened. She looked at Sophie, who stared at the floor silently like a guilty child. “This is the last time, young lady,” Beatrice said firmly. “If you leave home and come here without permission again, I’ll ground you myself. Do you understand?” Sophie’s eyes went wide. “Grandma!” she cried, her voice shaking. She looked at me with sad eyes, her lip was trembling. I knelt down beside her and brushed her hair gently. “It’s okay, sweetheart,” I said quietly. “Listen to your grandma, okay?” Sophie sniffled, her shoulders slumping as she nodded. My heart ached w