All Chapters of The Billionaire's Contractual Wife Is A Baddie : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

❈❈Mila Pov❈❈"One more shot," I said, pointing at the bartender like I was making a life-changing decision."You've had like five shots," Ronan said, laughing."And I'm feeling great," I said. "So clearly I need more."Ronan was watching me like I was entertainment. Which, to be fair, drunk me probably was. I wasn't the type to get sloppy drunk — I was the type to get confident drunk. To think I was the hottest, smartest, funniest person in the room."Okay but like," I said, turning to face him on my barstool. "You gotta admit I was right about the Thai place last week.""You were right," he conceded. "But that doesn't mean you need to drink yourself into oblivion to celebrate.""I'm not trying to celebrate," I said. "I'm trying to forget that I just spent three months crying over people who moved on in like two seconds."He didn't say anything. He just ordered me water and made me drink it.But then like an hour later, I was back to shots. And then we were dancing. And then I was gri

I stood in the corner of the living room, invisible, watching them on the couch. Morena sat with her legs tucked under her, fidgeting with her phone. Champion had his laptop open, the blue light washing over his face.“We should wait longer before we do this,” Morena said. Her voice was quieter than usual. “Maybe two weeks? Or a month?”Champion didn’t even look up. “Why would we wait?”“It just feels… fast. What if people start suspecting something or start asking questions?”“Let them ask.” He typed something, then closed the laptop with a soft click. “She’s been in a coma for three days. People expect this kind of thing.”Something small and desperate in me hoped she would keep pushing. Even a fragment of conscience would have been enough.“A month would look better,” she said. “We could say we wanted to give her every chance.”Champion was quiet for a few seconds. Then he nodded once.“A month then. I mean, that gives us time to figure out what’s in that safe.”A month.Four weeks

My fingers hovered over the silver wristband like it might burn me. The blood was still wet and fresh. The smell hit the back of my throat and I swallowed hard, trying not to freak out.Stay calm, Eloise. You’re not some delicate rich girl who screams at the sight of blood. Pull yourself together.But this wasn’t just blood, this was Valentina’s. The same girl who’d been holding hands with Eric just minutes ago, laughing under the string lights like the world wasn’t a toxic cesspool.I straightened up fast, heart slamming against my ribs. The garden suddenly felt too dark, too quiet. The distant thump of music from the prom hall felt mocking now, like the party was still celebrating while something terrible had just happened. I needed to get back inside. Tell someone. The principal, anybody.My mind was already spinning through every detail I’d noticed that night. Valentina’s red dress. The way Eric’s hand had rested possessively on her lower back as they slipped out the side door. Th

✦ ❦ ✦Helen Pov✦ ❦ ✦Saturday morning. The one day I actually planned to sleep past noon, and my mother decided it was the perfect time for a lecture."Helen, I really think you need to be nicer to Kelvin. He's your brother now, and—""He's my stepbrother," I cut her off, pulling the blanket over my head. "And he's two years older than me, so why am I the one who needs to be the mature one?"My mom sat on the edge of my bed, doing that thing where she tries to look hurt and understanding at the same time. It doesn't work on me anymore."Kelvin has always been nothing but kind to you. I just don't want you upsetting your stepfather. Holland has been very good to us, and I wouldn't want—""Holland doesn't give a shit about me, Mom. Let's not pretend he does." I finally looked at her. "And if you want someone to lecture, try lecturing your husband about being an actual stepfather. Or his son about being an actual stepbrother. But leave me alone."She opened her mouth like she had m

✦ ❦ ✦ Kelvin Pov ✦ ❦ ✦The day my father married Helen's mom, I knew I was fucked.She walked into this house like she owned it—rolling her eyes at everything, annoyed at me specifically, like my existence was somehow a personal insult. I remember thinking she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen and also the most infuriating thing.I have been living under the same roof as Helen for two years, and I've been good. I have been the perfect son, perfect stepbrother, the guy who never steps out of line. Not because I'm actually that nice. But because Helen seemed completely unreachable. Cold. Like she would rather die than give me the time of day. So I waited.This morning though, something changed.I was leaving for school when she was in the sitting room, just scrolling through her phone. I greeted her—normal, casual—and when she looked up at me, she stammered. Her words got all tangled up, and she couldn't even make eye contact.That was new. I didn't say anything. Just smile