Bad Contract with the Billionaire Devil のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

Liam's POVGrandpa turned, catching part of it, his smirk sharp. “Trouble in paradise?” he said. “Focus, Liam. The family, the project, those are what matter. Women come and go.”“Not her,” I said, my voice was hard. “She’s mine.”Grandpa’s eyes narrowed. “Yours?” he said. “She carried our heirs, Liam. She’s not your possession. Keep your head straight.”I clenched my fists, shoving them into my pockets. “I’ll handle it.”Dad laughed and clapped me on the shoulder. “That’s the Smith fire,” he said. “Now focus on building the empire, the twins, and Evelyn. Austin, show us the lobby mockup.”Austin led us to a scale model; sleek marble and glass. Workers followed behind, waiting for feedback.“Italian Carrara,” Austin said, pointing. “Smart lighting, voice-activated systems; premium everything.”“Looks good,” Grandpa said with a nod. Then he looked at me again. “You’ve been on a tear lately. I heard you crushed Helix Dynamics. Impressive. Just don’t let personal drama get in the way.”“

Olivia's POVThe leather seat in the private van felt soft, but it didn’t help. My hands were shaking so badly I could barely hold my phone. The air smelled like Evelyn’s heavy perfume, and even with the noise of the film crew outside, it felt like I was trapped in a box.My heart was racing.Avery sat beside me, still dressed as “Rachel,” Evelyn’s manager. Her disguise was perfect, but her worried eyes gave her away. She squeezed my hand.“Liv, call them,” she whispered urgently, glancing at the curtain separating us from Evelyn’s makeup team.I hadn’t had a chance to check on the twins all day. I needed to hear their voices, just to know they were okay.“Now’s the time. Do it,” Avery pressed.I nodded, biting my lip as I scrolled to Lena’s number; their nanny, and hit call. I put it on speaker, my hands trembling.Each ring made my chest tighter. I pictured their faces: soft cheeks, tiny hands, the way they smiled when they saw me even though they were still so little.No answer.Th

Paul quickly stepped in, his hands raised like he was trying to calm a wild animal. “Mr. Smith, it’s just a misunderstanding,” he said, glancing nervously at Evelyn. “She’s new... It won’t happen again.”“It better not,” Liam snapped. His eyes flicked to me, they were sharp and suspicious. “Pick people who know their place, Evelyn, or I’ll clean house myself.”I forced a confident smirk, trying to sound like Evelyn instead of the panicked mess I actually was. “What is it this time, Liam?” I said, tossing my hair and brushing his arm lightly. “You barge in, start yelling at my staff. Are you trying to pick a fight with me–again? Maybe you should be apologizing to me for this morning instead of causing another scene.”He ignored the jab, his voice was rising, his anger filling the small space of the van.“I’m talking about your damn staff, and you’re trying to change the subject?” he shot back, pointing straight at the real Evelyn. “I hate being touched by strangers. Absolutely hate it.

Evelyn’s POVThe final bell rang, and I was already waiting by my black Mercedes. Cassie was in the backseat, surrounded by her makeup kit, scrolling through her phone.When Olivia finally showed up, she looked nervous. Her backpack was half open and the script was crumpled in her hands.“Get in,” I said, sliding behind the wheel. I glanced at her through the mirror. “Cassie, you know what to do.”Cassie frowned, setting her phone aside. “Wait–what? You actually want me to make her look like you?”“Yes,” I said flatly, starting the car. “Her face becomes mine. Mine becomes... nothing special. We’re switching for the audition.”Olivia froze in the backseat.“Evelyn, this is insane,” she said quietly. “What if I mess it up? What if they figure it out?”“They won’t,” I said, meeting her eyes in the mirror. “You’ve got talent, Olivia. I’ve seen you in drama club. You’re better than half the idiots who call themselves actors. Just do what I say. Cassie, start.”Cassie hesitated, glancing b

“Why are you looking at me like that?” I asked before I could stop myself. My hand shook a little as I set my glass down.Liam didn’t answer, his jaw was tight. His hand was gripping his empty glass until his knuckles went white.Then a knock broke the silence, and the van door slid open. Paul stepped in, holding his clipboard like a shield.“Ms. Vaughn, Mr. Smith,” he said, trying to sound confident but he was clearly nervous. “We’re ready for the next scene; the kiss scene with the male lead.”Liam finally looked away from me, and I exhaled quietly. Avery caught my eye from across the van, her small smile helping me keep it together.“Let’s go,” Liam said, standing up. His voice was firm; it was an order, not a suggestion.I followed him and Avery out of the van.The set was alive under bright floodlights, crew members were moving fast, and cameras were ready. The mock street glowed against the dark sky. Liam walked beside Paul, who was still tense.“Kiss scene?” he said, frowning.