บททั้งหมดของ Bad Contract with the Billionaire Devil: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

“You said it,” he said quietly, like he was mocking me. “Your idea, not mine. So follow through.”“Liam, wait,” I said, stumbling to keep up. “I didn’t mean–”He didn’t stop.The bathroom light hit us as he pushed the door open. The space was still warm from his shower, steam fogging the mirror. He turned to me, his expression was dark and unreadable.Liam turned me around to face him, and then he took my hand and pressed it against the front of his robe. He was already hard. I gasped and tried to pull back, but he held my wrist, his eyes were dark and steady on mine.“Don’t,” he said. His tone was firm. “You’re the one who offered. Don’t back out now.”“Liam…”He stared at me for a long moment, then shook his head slightly, a bitter smile tugging at his lips. “You really don’t get it, do you?” he said. “You can’t just say things like that to me, Olivia.”My hand shook against him, the heat and weight of his thick length was impossible to ignore.“What... what do you want me to do?” I

Avery spun around, disbelief flashing across her face. “What are you talking about?” she demanded. “Olivia isn’t a prisoner. Liam already said she could go. We’re not trying to sneak off with the twins!”The guard, a tall man with a buzz cut, shifted uncomfortably but didn’t move aside. “I’m sorry, ma’am. No written permission from Mr. Smith means no one leaves. Those were his instructions.”Avery’s eyes narrowed. “Call him then,” she snapped. “If he wants to confirm it himself, fine. But we’re not standing here like criminals.”I nodded, trying to steady my voice. “He did say I could go,” I said. “I talked to him last night.”The second guard looked uncertain, his hand hovering over his radio. “Ma’am, I’m sorry, but we didn’t get any orders about that. Mr. Smith said no one leaves the grounds without his direct approval.”Avery was about to argue with the guards when headlights flared, blinding us. We both raised our hands to shield our eyes as a black sedan rolled up to the gate, it

The car’s engine hummed quietly as we sped through the city. The streets were nearly empty except for a few late-night stragglers and delivery trucks. Avery and I sat in the backseat, pressed close together, our hands clasped tight. The leather seats were cold and cracked, and the faint smell of smoke clung to the air. Evelyn couldn’t even bother to send a decent car. Typical.The driver, an older man with a cigarette hanging from his mouth, didn’t say a word. He just drove, his eyes were locked on the road, smoke was curling toward the half-open window.I stared out into the darkness, but my mind was miles away; back in Liam’s bathroom. The feel of his hands, the taste of him, the way I had let it happen. Shame hit me in waves all over again, burning through the chill. My thighs pressed together under my coat, trying to ignore the heat building there, the memory I couldn’t shake.“You okay, Liv?” Avery asked quietly, pulling me back to reality. Her breath fogged the air, her knit cap

The van door shut behind us with a heavy thud. Evelyn was already inside, wearing her brunette disguise, and was glaring at me.“Drop the act,” she said sharply. “It’s just us, Olivia. Don’t get too comfortable pretending to be me.”I sighed and relaxed into the chair while Cassie got to work. She dabbed fake blood and dirt on my face and arms, getting me ready for the fight scene; the one with the high fall.“I’m doing exactly what you want,” I said, keeping my tone flat. “Don’t start.”Evelyn let out a small, bitter laugh and leaned in close. “You’re my shadow, Olivia. Don’t forget that. Do this right, or the twins–”“Don’t,” I cut her off, staring her down. “I’m here, I’m doing it. Leave them out of this.”Cassie stayed quiet, brushing on more grime like she was pretending not to hear. She fastened a worn jacket over my harness, the fabric was rough against my skin.“All done,” she said finally, stepping back with a hint of a smirk. “You’re Evelyn now. Go wow them.”I straightened

Liam's POV“What do you mean you don’t have anything?” I slammed my fist on the desk. Papers scattered. “A driver outmaneuvered my men? Find her. Now! At any cost.”“We’re tracing routes and CCTV,” Vincent said, backing up. “I’ll escalate... get everyone on it. We'll have something soon.”“You have until tonight,” I said. “By the end of the day I want coordinates. Understood?”“Understood, sir,” he said, and left quickly.I walked to the window, looking at the city below, and dialed Jude. “Get the car ready. Now.”“Yes, sir,” Jude said.The elevator shot down. And the Bentley’s engine roared as we left. All I could think about was finding Olivia.---The Noshub Yards site was loud; cranes swinging, welders sparking, dust and diesel in the air. I walked through it in a Tom Ford suit, my loafers crunching over gravel, looking out of place next to the neon vests and hard hats.Austin, my project manager, trailed me with a clipboard. “Mr. Smith, the foundation's poured; triple-reinforced,