All Chapters of The Billionaire's Contractual Wife Is A Baddie : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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༶•┈┈❦The Taste Of Trouble❦┈┈•༶

✦ ❦ ✦ Selena Pov ✦ ❦ ✦ I walked into the mansion still smiling from the dinner with Alexander, the warmth of the evening still lingering on my skin. The whole night kept replaying in my head, the way he looked at me across the table, how he actually listened when I talked about design and art and all the things I wanted to create. The soft conversation that felt effortless. The way he made me feel like more than just a pretty face attached to a contract. My cheeks were still warm when I stepped into the foyer, heels in one hand, the emerald dress still clinging to my body. I was about to head upstairs to my wing when Matthew appeared from the kitchen doorway. His steps were slightly unsteady. The second I smelled the alcohol on him — whiskey, sharp and strong — I already knew what kind of mood he was in. His hair slightly messed up like he'd been running his hand through it repeatedly. His grey eyes were dark and focused entirely on me. Before I could even speak, he closed the di

༶•┈┈❦My Darling Husband❦┈┈•༶

✦ ❦ ✦ Selena Pov ✦ ❦ ✦ Sunlight slipped through the curtains and hit my face, pulling me out of sleep. I opened my eyes slowly and felt the heavy presence of Matthew still sleeping next to me. One arm was stretched across the bed like he owned the whole space, his blonde hair messy against the pillow, his expression completely relaxed. For a second I just stared and really looked at him then a slow smirk curved on my lips. *Look at this man. One night of good pussy and the big bad billionaire was moaning like a whole baby.* I carefully slid out of bed, moving slow and deliberate so I wouldn't wake him. The cool air hit my skin as I stood up. I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and walked quietly out of the room, heading back upstairs to the master bedroom. The hallway was quiet. Just the sound of my bare feet on the marble floor. Got to the room and closed the door behind me, I locked it and immediately jumped on the bed, pulling up FaceTime. Isabelle answered on the second

༶•┈┈❦Girls Trip ❦┈┈•༶

✦ ❦ ✦ Selena Pov ✦ ❦ ✦ Matthew was in the kitchen when I came downstairs, already dressed in a business suit that probably cost more than most people's rent. He looked up from his coffee the second he heard me, and I could see him trying to figure out how to talk to me. It was actually kind of cute how awkward he was being. "So... your trip is today, right?" he asked, and there was something different in his voice. Not commanding. More like he actually cared if I answered. "Yep.” I answered, pouring myself some orange juice. "I'm about to head upstairs and get ready. Flight leaves at two." He cleared his throat, and I watched him struggle with whatever he was about to say. "You don't have to worry about commercial flights. The private jet is available. If you want to use it." I stopped mid-sip and looked at him. Is this really Matthew Kingland, the cold billionaire CEO, offering me his private jet? No, this must be a dream. Someone should wake me up. My eyes widened for real this

The Silent Storm

The fever started on the fourth day after their conversation in bed. Selena didn't notice it at first. She just felt heavy. Tired in a way that sleep didn't fix. By morning, her throat ached and her body felt like it was burning from the inside. Three days. That's all it took for her to get sick. Matthew noticed immediately. He noticed everything about her now—the shorter replies at breakfast, the way she avoided looking at him for too long, how she disappeared into her wing earlier every evening. The laughter that Alexander used to bring out of her had slowly faded into exhaustion again. The staff felt the shift too. The mansion's atmosphere had changed. The lightness that had been there after the real wedding was gone, replaced by tension that no one talked about but everyone felt. On the third morning, Selena walked down the grand staircase wearing soft grey lounge clothes, one hand gripping the railing. Her curls were tied loosely, several strands already escaped around her fa

Dangerous Attention

Selena woke slowly to the pale morning light slipping through the curtains. Her body still felt weak, but the fever had finally broken. For a few quiet seconds, she simply lay there listening to the soft sound of rain tapping against the windows.Then her eyes shifted toward the armchair beside the bed. Matthew was still there.A strange warmth spread slowly through her chest.He had fallen asleep sometime during the night, still dressed in yesterday’s clothes. His tie hung loose around his neck, the top buttons of his shirt undone, sleeves rolled carelessly to his forearms. The laptop on the side table remained open beside an untouched cup of cold coffee. One hand rested against the armrest while the other stayed curled loosely in his lap, like exhaustion had finally forced him to stop pretending he wasn’t human.For the first time since she met him, Matthew Kingland looked tired.Selena found herself staring longer than she should have. Morning light softened the sharpness of his fe

Lines That Shouldn’t Be Blurry

The morning after the couch incident was painfully awkward.Selena woke up with her head still resting against Matthew’s shoulder. His arm had somehow found its way around her waist during the night. For a few quiet seconds, neither of them moved. His warmth, his scent, the steady rise and fall of his chest — it all felt dangerously real.Then reality hit her. The rain had stopped sometime during the night, leaving the mansion wrapped in quiet morning light. Selena became aware of warmth first. Then the steady rise and fall beneath her cheek. Her eyes opened slowly. Matthew’s arm rested loosely around her waist, his head tilted slightly toward hers like somewhere during the night the distance between them had disappeared without either of them noticing.Matthew’s eyes opened. The softness in them vanished instantly, replaced by that familiar cold mask. Matthew’s gaze lingered on her face for one dangerous second too long before he stood up. Like he wanted to say something. But didn

No Taking It Back

Selena woke up in Matthew’s bed.The room was quiet except for the soft sound of his breathing behind her and the distant rain still tapping lightly against the windows from the storm the night before. Warmth surrounded her completely. His arm was wrapped possessively around her waist, holding her against his chest like he was afraid she might disappear in the night. Sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over their tangled bodies. Marks from last night still lingered on her skin — faint fingerprints on her hips, gentle bruises on her neck. His fingers resting lazily against her stomach like they belonged there.Memories from last nighht crept in. The way Matthew had said her name. Kissed her and hold her like she was everything that matters and wanted. Selena should have felt regret. Instead, all she felt was a terrifying warmth.Matthew stirred behind her. His lips brushed the back of her shoulder in a sleepy kiss before he even fully woke up. When he realized

In His World

Matthew was already tense when Selena came down for breakfast.The dining room felt colder than usual. Half-drunk coffee sat beside his untouched breakfast while three different phones buzzed nonstop across the table.He was on his third phone call, voice sharp as he barked orders about budgets and deadlines. “One more delay and Laurent Holdings pulls thirty percent of the investment,” Matthew snapped into the phone. “Fix it before I get there.”The moment he saw her, he ended the call abruptly.“Get dressed,” he said, ending the call sharply. “You’re coming with me to the Riviera project site.” Selena paused with her coffee cup halfway to her lips. Up close, he looked exhausted. His tie sat slightly loose around his collar, and faint shadows rested beneath his eyes like he hadn’t slept properly in days. “Why?” she asked carefully. “Because I said so,” he replied automatically, already reaching for another vibrating phone on the table. Selena watched him for a second before setti

Emotional Withdrawal

The morning after their night together, Selena woke up reaching for warmth that was no longer there. Matthew’s side of the bed was cold. He had already left for work without a word. No note. No morning touch. Nothing. Selena stayed there for several long seconds, staring at the empty space beside her while the events of the past few weeks replayed painfully in her head. The kisses, late-night conversations, and the way he touched her like she mattered. Only for him to disappear the moment things became real. A tight ache settled heavily in her chest. Selena came downstairs later that morning expecting awkwardness, what she didn’t expect was distance. Matthew barely looked at her while scrolling through emails on his tablet. The intimacy from the night before had vanished so completely that it almost made Selena question whether she imagined any of it at all. “Good morning,” she said quietly. Matthew nodded once. “Morning.” That was it. No lingering glance, no so

Different Worlds

Breakfast was really suffocating. The silence between them felt heavier than any argument. Selena picked at her food while Matthew scrolled through his phone, jaw tight. The warmth they had shared just days ago felt like a distant dream. Finally, he spoke without looking up. “There’s an important investor dinner tonight at the Aurelia Grand. You’re coming with me.” Selena stared at him for a moment. “Alright.” No questions, no pushback. Just quiet acceptance. Matthew’s grip on his phone tightened slightly, but he said nothing more. Selena stood first and carried her empty coffee cup toward the sink. As she passed him, the sleeve of her sweater brushed lightly against his arm. Both of them stilled for half a second. Just days ago, he had touched her like he couldn’t get enough. Now even accidental contact felt careful. Matthew looked up slowly. “The car leaves at seven.” Selena nodded without meeting his eyes. “I’ll be ready.” By the time she walked out of t

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