All Chapters of The Billionaire's Contracted Desire : Chapter 21 - Chapter 25

ISLA POV"Adrien." I said his name again softer this time. "You're okay. You're safe."His mouth moved but no sound came out. Kai was there with a cup of water and placed it on his lips tilting Adrien's head forward so he wouldn't choke. Adrien swallowed then coughed which made him wince and his hand went to his side where the stitches were."Don't touch it," Kai said, pushing his hand back down. "You'll rip them open again."Adrien's eyes found Kai's face. "Victor?." He asked.His voice was raspy barely there."The vote is delayed," Elena said, stepping into his line of sight. "Webb bought us two hours. Maybe less."Adrien tried to sit up making his arms shake and he winced again from pain, I pushed him back down."Stay still."" I can't." He says through grit teeth. "I have to be there.""You can't even sit up." My voice came out harsher than I meant but I didn't care. "You'll die before you reach the door."Adrien looked at me with those bloodshot gray but underneath the exhaustio

ADRIAN POV I watch them all. Vipers. Every single one of them. Sitting around that polished table like they own the world. Waiting for me to fall. They are praying I died and I can literally see their mouths watering at the thought of getting their hands on my estate. They're waiting for a lot of things. The fever is climbing and I can feel a dull throb that pulses.  And I feel myself getting worse but I don't let any of it show. I lean back in the chair, letting the silence stretch between us. They must be wondering what comes next. I've always been good at keeping them on their toes and today wouldn't be any different. I've faced these men across this table,this would be the weakest they'll ever see me. Never again. Victor is watching me from the head of the table. His

ISLA POV The clinic was nothing like a real hospital. It was a private facility on the edge of the city hidden behind a row of old warehouses and accessed through a narrow alley that most people would miss.  The sign above the door read Wellington Medical in faded gold letters but there was no emergency room, no waiting area, no bright lights or bustling nurses. Kai had made the call the night we arrived pulling strings with an old contact who owed him a favor.  The doctor who met us at the door was a thin man in his sixties with steady hands and tired eyes. He didn't ask questions. He just looked at Adrian's pale face and the blood soaking through my fingers and he got straight to work. The next few hours were a blur of white lights, hushed voices and the constant rhythmic beeping of machines.  They wheeled Adrian into a s