All Chapters of The Billionaire's Contractual Wife Is A Baddie : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

He'd stopped having dreams about that night years ago. The mind had a way of moving past things if you were disciplined about it. If you didn't let yourself revisit the details, and kept yourself occupied with enough lesson planning and student conferences that there wasn't even a space in your head for the past.It had worked remarkably well, until the third period on a random Tuesday in October, when Fl walked in late, something she never did—and he felt the ground shift beneath his feet.She looked like Madison. thankfulky not enough that anyone else would notice. But there was something in the shape of her face. The way she carried her shoulders. The watchfulness in her eyes. That quality of observing rather than simply existing.Madison had watched him too. He remembered that. The way her eyes would follow him around the classroom. The way she would stay after class to ask questions that seemed carefully constructed to circle around something else entirely.He'd made a mistake wi

The judge adjusted his glasses and began reading the standard lines. I listened with half my brain while the other half was already thinking about the photos. We would need good ones for the announcement. Official. Polished. The kind that would make it convincing if anyone actually cared. "Do you, Matthew Kingland, take Selena Jesus to be your lawful wedded wife?" Matthew didn't hesitate. "I do." His voice was flat. Businesslike. Like he was confirming a transaction rather than making a vow. Which, honestly, was what this was. "And do you, Selena Jesus, take Matthew Kingland to be your lawful wedded husband?" I said "I do" with a steady voice and a small smirk playing on my lips. I could feel Matthew's eyes flick toward me, probably registering the smirk. Good. Let him know I wasn't taking it seriously enough to be nervous. The judge didn't seem to notice or care. He just continued with the practiced words, moving through the ceremony like we were the hundredth couple he'd joinw

The glass in my car window begins to vibrate from him. The energy rolling off the black wolf in waves is so dense, so heavy, that it's making the glass literally shake. I can feel it in my bones, my teeth, in the soft spaces between my ribs.I lock eyes with him through the rain-streaked window.Molten silver. That's all I can think as I stare right at his eyes at that glow like liquid metal poured straight from a forge. They're not normal. Not the regular pack wolf, domestic, or anything that exists in the Goddess's carefully ordered supernatural hierarchy. These eyes are older than the Moon Goddess. Older than pack law. Older than meAnd they're looking at me like I'm something rare that shouldn't exist. Something he's been waiting for.His massive paw lifts and presses against my car door. Not claws out. Not aggressive. Just a heavy, deliberate touch that sends vibrations through the frame. I watch his eyes flare with something that might be recognition, hunger, or something I did

A romance romance between 3 characters. 1. Eliana (fl) has been on a date with Champion (ml) having a nice time together. building friendship and started talking casually. Eliana has a younger sister who is 23 years old. Eliana is 25years old by the way. So champion and Eliana started as friends going out together, watching movies together. But along the line, Eliana started having feelings and in her mind concluded that she and champion are a thing instead of normal friends. Meanwhile champion likes Eliana sister Cynthia so much that the only way to get to Cynthia is through her sister Eliana. hence why he was friends with Eliana in the first place. Champion has never loved Eliana as a lover but as a friend. But Eliana get confused and take it as relationship and being nice. Cynthia is a very quiet girl who is really hard to approach because of her aura, she doesn't talk or answer anyone. more reasons champion using her sister to get to her. After champion asked Eliana for a f

Morena was alone in the guest room.The late afternoon light came in soft through the half-closed curtains, painting gold stripes across the bed. She sat on the edge of the mattress with her legs crossed, phone resting loosely in her hands. Her hair was down. She looked almost peaceful.I floated just inside the doorway and watched her.She smiled to herself — a small, private smile that didn’t belong on the face of someone who had just left her sister dying in a hospital bed. Then she spoke into the quiet room like someone was listening.“Almost there,” she whispered. “Just a little longer, Evie. You’ve always been so patient.”The way she said my childhood nickname made something cold slide down my spine.She unlocked her phone with her thumb and opened the notes app. The screen lit up her face from below. I drifted closer until I was standing right behind her, close enough that if I still had breath it would have moved the hair on the back of her neck.The first note was dated almo