All Chapters of THE 30-DAYS CONTRACT WITH A BILLIONAIRE : Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

SADIE SINCLAIRMy father never left the hospital unless the doctors made him, or he thought he was down to his final days.When he asked to meet at the old race trail, I threw on sweats and ran, breathless, heart in my throat. I thought I’d find him collapsed or dragging his IV. Instead, he was sitting there in a damn suit, hands shaking as he tried to lift a paper cup to his lips.“You’re not supposed to be out here,” I said as I rushed to his side. “Jesus, Dad. What if you...”“I needed to see the track one last time,” he said, voice hoarse. “While it still belongs to us.”My head thudded. “What do you mean last?”He didn’t answer right away. He stared out at Silvermane Stables in the distance: the barns, the fences, the empty viewing deck. Then he placed the cup down, folded his hands in his lap, and looked at me, his eyes were brimming with tears. “I’m selling the estate, Sadie.”The silence that followed was deafening. “What?”“It’s the only option now. There’s nothing left. No s

SADIE SINCLAIRI was shaking with anger when I pulled into the hospital, sweating through my shirt, hands trembling so bad I nearly dropped the keys.The old Dodge Ram groaned as I yanked the parking brake, too slow and old for what I needed right now. I jumped out before the engine even stopped, slammed the door behind me, and rounded the front like the ground was on fire.“Dad?” I whispered, yanking his door open. He was slumped in the seat, pale. Unmoving. His mouth was open just slightly.He wasn’t breathing. My stomach twisted. I ran.Through the automatic doors, past the front desk, down the halls I’d memorized too well over the last four years. Left at the mural of the painted seascape. Right where the vending machines were always out of order. Left again. Oncology wing. Dad’s room was always second to the last door in that hallway. Room 247.Except this time, the door was wide open. And there were nurses inside. Packing things up. Stripping the bed. Clearing the monitors.“Wh

CASSIAN WOLFEShe couldn’t look up after she’d signed. Her shoulders were shaking. Lips pressed together so tight they’d gone white.My eyes flicked to the paper. Her name was there.Ink on contract.Done. She shoved it toward me with numb fingers and sat back like she might throw up.The old gray UCLA sweatshirt she had on was drowning her frame.Coincidentally, it was the same one she wore freshman year, the last time I saw her before I dropped out and finished at Wharton.And in all honesty, Sadie Sinclair hadn’t changed much from the stable girl I remembered.Smaller, maybe. Sadder. Her leggings clung to her legs like a second skin. Her eyes were glassed over. Nose red. Hair a tangled knot falling over one cheek as she stared past me.I reached for the paper.“The clauses kick in now,” I said. She didn’t flinch.“You move in tonight.”Still nothing.“There’s a party in three days. You’ll be there. But before that, we’ve got stable inspections in the morning. You know those horses

SADIE SINCLAIR The driver didn’t say a word. Not when I came out from my apartment.Not when my friend Meg hugged me so tight my ribs ache.I entered the back of the black SUV with my bag filled with clothes, and shut the door.Meg’s face fade behind the tinted glass.Next thing you know, I was gone.Cassian wolf’s house wasn’t a house.It was like a fortress.Big iron gates swung open out of the darkness like it was meant to keep people trapped.Cameras tracked the car as we drove through the gate.Money didn’t whisper here.It loomed.And of a sudden i started feeling anxious. The car stopped in front of a massive glass-and-stone estate sitting high above the city. Lights shining from the inside, Like it was trying to pretend this place wasn’t a cage.The driver got out, opened my door.“Mr. Wolfe is waiting,” he said.Of course he was. Cassian stood waiting just inside the entrance, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a glass of something dark. He wasn’t wearing a suit.

SADIE SINCLAIR Cassian did not panic. That was the first thing I noticed. The board had just made a decision to get rid of him. These were men who had become very successful by doing whatever it took to win even if it meant hurting people.. “Get dressed,” he said calmly. “We’re going downstairs.” “What?” I snapped. “You were just—” “Overthrown?” He picked up his phone again. “Temporarily challenged.” My heart was still hammering. “They’re taking your company.” He looked at me then. Fully. Sharply. “No,” he said. “They tried.” We entered the elevator. Glass walls. The city glittered beneath us like it was complicit. “You said we were already in breach,” I whispered. “Yes.” “And you’re not worried?” He pressed a button. Locked the doors. “I don’t lose control, Sadie,” he said quietly. “I redirect it.” His phone rang. He answered without looking away from me. “Yes,” he said. “Proceed.” I swallowed. “Proceed with what?” He ended the call. “With reminding them who b