All Chapters of Bad Contract with the Billionaire Devil: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Sunlight streamed through the lace curtains, lighting up the room. It looked calm, but I still felt drained. My body was sore and my head was foggy from everything that had happened. Dr. Gilbert, a serious-looking man in his fifties, stood over me with his stethoscope pressed against my chest. Two nurses were nearby, scribbling on their charts. Avery sat in the armchair beside the bed, watching them like it was a live show she couldn’t make sense of. “BP is stable at 118 over 76,” one nurse; Judith, said as she loosened the cuff from my arm. “Milk production is improving. She’s expressing about four ounces per session.” Dr. Gilbert nodded as he pressed gently on my stomach. “Any lochia changes? Spotting decreased?” “Minimal,” the second nurse, Heather, said as she flipped a page. “No signs of infection. Her hemoglobin is at 11.2 after the transfusion, and we’ve increased her iron supplements to 325 mg BID.” “Good,” Dr. Gilbert said while shining a small light into my eyes. “Pupils

After lunch, Avery and I went to the nursery. The soft pastel walls and quiet hum of the white noise machine made it feel like the only calm place in the whole estate. The twins’ nannies, Maria and Lena; the kind and efficient women in their forties were already busy changing diapers. The babies were laid flat on the changing tables, the diapers were open and wipes at the ready. The smell hit us instantly; the sharp and unmistakable baby poop. And Avery’s reaction was immediate. She pegged her nose, her face were scrunched in disgust.“Oh God, Liv,” she groaned, fanning the air dramatically as she backed toward the door. “This is biological warfare! I’m out. Tell the little stinkers Aunt Avery loves them from a safe distance.”I laughed, grabbing her arm before she could escape. “No way, Ave. You can’t bail that easily. The babies will be heartbroken if their godmother can’t handle a little diaper duty. Come on, toughen up!”“The babies will understand,” she mumbled through her finger

Liam stormed in. He was clutching his suit jacket while his gray eyes burned with fury. His jaw was tight and his whole body was vibrating with anger. The nannies froze. “Oh, great,” Avery muttered under her breath. I instinctively held the baby closer, one hand pulling the blanket over my chest. “Welcome back, Mr. Smith,” one of the nannies said nervously, but Liam didn’t even glance her way. He walked right up to me, stopping just inches away. His voice was low and dangerous when he opened his mouth. “Why the hell was Nathan here to see you?” he asked. His eyes locked on me. “And why were you flirting with him at my gate?” I stared at him, stunned. Of course, the bodyguards must have told him. “We weren’t flirting,” I said, trying to stay calm. “Nathan just came to check on me. He used to be my doctor... after the birth. You know that.” Liam stepped closer, his tone was sharp. “You think I’m stupid? He leaves his job to ‘check on you’? What is he, unemployed now? I told you

Evelyn's POV“I’m such an idiot,” I said, rubbing my forehead. “I remember… in the Maldives, at his villa. We were supposed to spend a romantic week there. The night we got there, we had sex, and the next morning, he brought up having kids.”Sunny’s eyes lit up. “Wait... the Maldives trip?” she said, leaning in. “You never told us what really happened. You two left early, remember? We thought it was some emergency or something.”Chloe adjusted her sunglasses. She looked curious and ready for fresh gossip. “Yeah, babe. Knowing Liam, I figured you would come back sore and smiling, not pissed off. What actually went down?”I hesitated, biting my lip. The memory hit me like a slap.The Maldives had been perfect... on the surface. The villa sat over turquoise water, the kind of place people dream about. I remembered waking up early, wrapped in a towel, standing at the window, watching the sunrise. The sea glowed gold, and for a second, I thought we were unbreakable.Liam came up behind me,

The silverware clicked against the plates, but neither of us was really eating. We were just pushing food around and sighing. The guest suite smelled like garlic and bad moods; and the place felt smaller than it should.Avery stabbed a meatball and twisted her face in rage. She looked exhausted, dark circles were under her eyes from everything that had happened. I poked at my salad, my stomach was tied in knots from Liam’s outburst in the nursery and the contract clauses replaying in my head.“This tastes like cardboard,” Avery said, dropping her fork and leaning back against the headboard. “How are we supposed to eat after that? I’m starving, but… ugh.”“I know,” I said, setting my plate on the nightstand. “It’s like he put weights on my chest. No dating, no leaving, or you lose the twins? And that ‘conjugal’ clause... who writes this shit?”Just then, the door slammed open without a knock and we both jumped like guilty teenagers. Avery's hand flew to her chest.Our heads snapped tow