Signed to the Billionaire's Bed のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Noelle I balanced the cake box carefully in my hands, the little golden ribbon slipping against my wrist as I climbed the steps to Evan’s apartment. My heart was practically doing somersaults at this point, and I was too giddy to care that my heels pinched. Three years together, three years of late night calls, of me defending him against my family’s endless doubts, of believing that we were building something real, and tonight was another day to share the milestone we'd achieved. Tonight was supposed to prove it, and we even had our own little tradition. We always had an anniversary dinner in his place, me bringing dessert, him handling the wine and what not. It was simple, private, and ours, and believe me when I said nothing could top that feeling of curling up in your lover's arms afterwards. I knocked once, then twice at his door, but there was no answer. I smiled, just before pressing my ear to the door. I'd walked past his car parked downstairs, and that was all the confi

Noelle The first thing that hit me was the light. It spilled in through the floor to ceiling windows, and I couldn't help the groan that slid past my lips. The light was blinding, relentless, and seared straight through my eyelids. I groaned again, just before rolling onto my side, and pulling the sheets higher over my head.For a moment, everything felt right, until it didn't. I felt the silk dig into my skin, and I could only come up with one explanation. These weren't my sheets, I wasn't in my bed either.My lashes fluttered open, and the room came into focus slowly, like a cruel joke. I caught sight of the white marble floors, the crystal chandeliers, and modern art that screamed money. The bed beneath me was enormous, draped in sheets that probably cost more than my rent.My rent, my apartment, my life, none of it, absolutely nothing matched any of this.My stomach plummeted as my gaze swept over the room. My dress was crumpled in a heap by the door, my bra dangled from the b

Noelle I should’ve ripped the papers apart, should’ve clawed that smug smile off his face. I should’ve run, screamed that he was trying to kidnap me, anything. Instead, I stood there trembling with a pen still warm in my hand, and he just watched me like I’d given him everything he wanted.“I want this annulled,” I snapped, though my voice cracked. “Right now.”“Not possible.” Damian leaned back against the counter like a king at ease. “You signed. It’s airtight, and there's no going back. You're my wife, final.” I wanted to argue, but he didn’t give me the chance. He pushed away from the counter and gestured to the table where sunlight spilled across a plate of food I hadn’t even noticed he’d set out.“Sit.” His voice was cold and final. “No.” His brow arched at my response. He didn’t move closer, didn’t raise his voice. Just one word had me reeling like a starved puppy. “Wife.” The sound of it scraped down my spine. My mouth opened to argue, but whatever I had in my throat go

Damian The Rolls Royce slid to a stop in front of the mirrored building, its glass facade gleaming like a blade under the Vegas sun. The air outside shimmered with heat, but inside the car, it was cool and silent, just how I liked it.Just how I wanted it to. Without a word, my driver hurried around to open the door. I stepped out, straightening the cuffs of my charcoal suit, the glint of my platinum watch catching the light. Heads turned immediately, from the valet line, from the revolving doors, and down from the lobby where half a dozen executives suddenly remembered they had somewhere to be.Attention didn't bother me. Instead, I simply thrived on the mere concept of my life being that interesting to others. I didn’t need to speak. My presence did all the talking.As I strode into the building, heels clicked, and whispers followed. The receptionist at the front desk stood to greet me, a nervous smile plastered on her face, but I only gave her a brief nod as I passed. The s

Damian The moment the bedroom door clicked shut behind me, I exhaled through my teeth and braced both palms on the marble counter.What the hell was she doing to me?Noelle was supposed to be a distraction, a move on a chessboard, nothing more. A name on a contract, and a solution to a problem I didn’t have the patience to fix with good behavior.But every time I looked at her, that plan cracked a little more.The image of her standing there, wearing her clothes from last night did something to me, more than I was willing to admit. Hell, it was a miracle how I hadn't backed her into the nearest wall just to fuck her till her pussy sored. Last night and under the neon lights, she was hot as fuck, but now in the day time, she was completely breathtaking. Asides her physical allure, her character stuck out to me. How her chin tilted like she wasn’t scared of me, burned behind my eyelids. I’d seen the way she tried to hide the tremor in her hands, the defiance in her voice. She lo