บททั้งหมดของ Bad Contract with the Billionaire Devil: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

That night, neither of us slept. We ended up in my bed, under the thick duvet, staring at the ceiling. The babies were quiet on the monitor, just soft breathing, no crying. The house was silent except for our whispers. The clock ticked past midnight, then 1 a.m.“I kind of miss the crying,” Avery said suddenly, turning toward me in the dark. “Can't believe I'm saying this... but at least it kept us busy. Anything is better than lying here thinking about that asshole.”I laughed softly, curling closer to her.“Yeah. I expected an all-nighter with diapers and bottles, not insomnia over Liam’s threats and that stupid contract.”She slipped an arm around my waist. “He’s toxic,” she said. “That glare of his... like he owns your soul. And that body… ugh, why is the devil so damn hot?”“Stop,” I said, blushing in the dark.The memories hit me: his hands, his weight, his voice... The way he pinned me whenever he got the chance to, thrusting deep, making me scream until I begged. God...“He’s

Liam's POV“Evelyn is your wife-to-be! No other woman, you hear me? Stop wasting time with stupid ideas!”I ignored him and headed for the foyer. The driver opened the Bentley’s door as Grandpa shouted after me.“Think of the family!” he yelled. “The Vaughns are allies! No scandals! Or I’ll drag you back myself, you stubborn little brat!”The car pulled away, his voice fading behind me. I leaned back against the seat, rubbing my temples.“Sly old bastard,” I muttered. “How the hell did he figure it out?”He was right, though. I’d been questioning the engagement for weeks. Evelyn was beautiful, polished, everything a perfect wife should be–but lifeless in my arms. With Olivia, everything was real. Messy. Alive.Cancel the wedding. Marry Olivia for real this time. Claim her completely.The thought both thrilled and terrified me. It would blow up the family legacy. But when I thought about her, about the twins, I knew one thing for sure.She was already mine.My phone buzzed. When I chec

Liam's POV“You know I’m straight, right? And I don’t sell myself for deals.” I leaned forward, my voice was cold. “Who the hell do you think you are to barter a signature for my dick?”He smirked slightly. “Come on, don’t–”“Enough.” I stood, towering over him. “You’re a spoiled heir trying to buy what you can’t earn. Try that again, and you’re finished.”“Liam–”“Get out,” I snapped.His face turned red. “You’re making a mistake.”“Get the fvck out before I make one,” I said, stepping closer.Ellis went completely pale as I cracked my knuckles. Pop-pop. He stumbled back, grabbed his briefcase, and rushed out.I sat down hard, grabbed my flask, and took a long drink. “Unbelievable,” I muttered. “That idiot tried to trade sex for a signature. Fvcking prick.”The anger hit harder than I expected. I slammed the decanter against the wall and glass shattered, Scotch splattering across the paneling.The door burst open. Vincent froze in the doorway, his eyes were wide.“Sir...”I turned, m

“Ms. Brown, Ms. Shumai,” the maid said with a small bow. “Mr. Smith is back. He’s asking for you at the dinner table. He said he wants you there immediately."Avery rolled her eyes. “Of course. His Majesty commands.”I stood, my stomach was tightening. “Tell him we’ll be there in a minute,” I said, trying to sound calm.The maid nodded and hurried off.As Avery started pushing the stroller, she muttered, “This place feels more like a cage every day. Orders, rules, surveillance... it’s suffocating.”“I know,” I said quietly. “But if I run, the Smiths will take the twins. They’ll erase me from their lives. Pretend I never existed. I can’t let that happen. I'm sorry for dragging you into this mess.”Avery stopped and turned to me. “Don’t apologize," she said, but her voice was firm. "You’re their mom, Liv. You’re doing what you have to do. I’m with you, no matter what.”Then she pulled me into a warm, tight hug. I felt my throat close up.“Thank you,” I whispered.We made our way to the

The air in the nursery felt heavy, like the tension was something you could actually touch. Liam’s eyes dragged over me slowly, they were sharp and cold, and I felt completely exposed even though he hadn’t laid a finger on me. His gaze stopped at my sweater where the breast pump was still attached, milk dripping steadily into the bottles.Embarrassed, I grabbed a blanket and pulled it over my chest, but he didn’t look away.Then he turned toward Avery. His jaw flexed hard enough to make the muscle jump, and though she didn’t back down, I could tell she was nervous. She crossed her arms, holding his stare, but he closed his eyes for a second like he was trying to calm himself down.When he looked back at me, his voice was low but sharp.“You’re not going anywhere,” he said, stepping closer.My heart skipped. His scent hit me instantly; it was clean, strong, and familiar.“Liam–”He cut me off. “Not until you tell me where you’re going and why you keep refusing the bodyguards.”Before I