Semua Bab Pleasure Contract: The Mother the CEO Swore to Dominate: Bab 81 - Bab 90

Chapter 80 – New DadNoah BlakeAfter Ju was triggered, I thought it best to go home. She was quiet the whole time, and I figured it was better to stay quiet too. As soon as we arrived, Celeste and the kids were already asleep, while Athena and Oliver were chatting in the living room.We dismissed her, thanked her, and I put Oliver in one of the guest rooms. Juliet and I went straight to bed. It’s been a week since my nightmares last showed up, so I no longer mind having my woman in my arms—in fact, not having her there would be a problem.It was just starting to get light when my phone rang—it was Atlas. “I need a million” was how he woke me up. We talked quickly, and as soon as I hung up, I called Declan.“Blake, it’s Sunday, man.”“It’s Sunday for me too,” I shot back. “Atlas is in trouble.” I heard him moving on the other end, and Jen’s voice asking if everything was okay.“Sleep, love…” he told her before turning back to me.“I’m up,” he said.“He just called me, asking for a mil

Juliet PierceAfter my breakdown, Noah was so patient and loving that I have to admit I never imagined him like this. Not that he wasn’t before—we have our good and bad moments like any couple. But this time was different. My heart warmed, but seeing him with Laura… it was more than a warm heart. My heart sent a message to my brain that it was welcoming him forever.And I’ll do everything to make Noah… mine forever.But forever is a long time, and things happen along the way. So she happened—Marcela. And once again, Noah surprised me by putting her in her place, just like he did with Ava, that brazen woman.“Now you can go, because I’m going to have breakfast with my kids… Or better yet, with my family,” Noah said to Marcela, who was left speechless.“Are you kicking me out?”“I’m not asking politely for you to leave,” he replied. Then he shouted, “AVA!” The woman returned to the room, still looking fearful. “Escort Marcela out, and I’ll block her access. From today on, only I authori

Christopher LawsonOliver called saying Juliet invited us for lunch. I messaged Penelope, and she said she’d gotten the invite too. I picked up my car and went to get her, but on the way, Ju asked me to stop by and grab some things my little princess needed.I noticed Penelope’s mood shift immediately.“Want to tell me what’s wrong?”“Nothing worth your time,” she replied curtly.I decided to ignore her attitude for now—I knew exactly how to tame this wild one. We arrived, and she didn’t want to get out, but a message from my guys forced me to drag her from the car. George was lurking around the neighborhood.As soon as I reached Ju’s door, I saw it had been forced open.“Chris…” Penelope called.“Stay behind me, trouble. I’m going in—you stay here.”“No way!” she shot back.“Don’t argue with me,” I said seriously, and she pouted.When I stepped inside, the apartment was trashed—clothes, furniture, even food dumped from the fridge.“What the hell!” I heard Penelope’s voice behind me.

Christopher LawsonI closed the bedroom door behind us, and for a second, the outside world dissolved into the mosaic of burning eyes that Penelope returned to me. The troublemaker had this irritatingly challenging way about her, but there, in the narrow hallway of the guest room, the provocation gave way to something rawer: desire, promise, surrender.She leaned her back against the door and looked at me with a crooked smile.“Can I know why I’m being punished?” she murmured, trying to sound uninhibited, but her voice betrayed her excitement.“I’m going to punish you for testing me,” I replied low, bringing my face closer to hers. “And for provoking me in the car.”I took her hand and pulled her down the hallway to the closet Noah had pointed out. The light there was softer, the atmosphere intimate. I opened the door and found exactly what I needed: leather straps, padded cuffs, a black blindfold, a soft leather flogger, plugs of different sizes, lubricants, and a thin strap for rest

Juliet PierceI was never prepared for this moment—the day people would discover just how far my desperation had gone. How far a mother is willing to go for her child, how far a woman will go to survive. And the worst part is that now it’s still being used against me. People won’t want to know the reasons; they’ll only care about the result.And the result is photos of me. Not just any photos—photos of my desperation.“What do you mean ‘it was me’?” Noah asked.I sat on the floor and leaned against the door, hoping it could somehow anchor me, give my trembling body a moment of stillness. I hugged my knees and began to tell him where it all started.“A year ago, Heitor’s teacher called me to the school. He was displaying strange behavior—sometimes destructive.” Noah walked silently to the bed and sat down. “She recommended I seek a psychologist, but George wouldn’t allow it. No one believed me when I talked about him. I had no friends, no support. But deep down he knew—if Heitor ever s