All Chapters of The Billionaire's Contractual Wife Is A Baddie : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

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Silence

Dave hadn't touched me for six days. Not a real touch—the kind that meant something. The kind that said *I love you* or *I forgive you* or *I still want you*. I moved around our house like a ghost in my own life, cooking meals he barely ate, asking about his day and getting one-word grunts in return. The confession hung between us thicker than the cum Marcus had pumped into me that afternoon in the parking garage. Every time I sat down, I still felt the sticky reminder of my mistake, even after three showers. Even after trying to wash the guilt away with hot water and soap.I hated myself for it. Twelve years of him showing up, of him being *there*, and I'd thrown it away in five minutes in some intern's BMW. I had shattered the only one person who had never let me down. But God, my body wouldn't let me forget how good it felt—that frantic, no-holds-barred pounding while I bit his shoulder and came so hard my vision whited out. Different cock. Different rhythm with no routine. Just p

Fountain

There are two kinds of students at Fountain Senior High.The ones who spend every semester trying to climb into the Elite Ten, and the ones who pretend they don't care. But neither group is telling the truth.By the time I stepped through the school's wrought-iron gates that Monday morning, the campus already buzzed with the kind of nervous energy that only appeared on ranking day. Students crowded the walkways in neat uniforms, conversations overlapping as everyone tried to predict whose name would rise, whose would fall, and whose future would quietly unravel before the first period.The rankings were more than numbers. They decided scholarships, leadership positions, recommendations, and sometimes, if the rumors were true, the kind of future your parents had always imagined for you.I tightened my grip on my backpack strap and kept walking."You're doing it again."Reese appeared beside me without warning, matching my pace as though she'd been walking with me the whole time."What?

The Monster

The penthouse was exactly what I expected. Glass walls overlooking the city. Modern art that probably cost way Everything pristine and cold and utterly Thomas.He was waiting for me when I arrived. Dark jeans. No shirt. Like he knew I wouldn't be able to resist the view of his chest."You came," he said, smiling like he'd known I would."I shouldn't have," I said immediately. "I need to tell you something."He walked toward me slowly. Predatory. Like he was hunting something."I'm in a throuple relationship," I said quickly, before I lost my nerve. "With Mila and Jayson. It's serious. It's commitment."Thomas didn't stop walking. He didn't even pause. He just kept coming until he was standing right in front of me."I don't care," he said simply."You should—"He kissed me before I could finish the sentence.It was the kind of kiss that made thinking impossible. Deep. Commanding. Like he was proving something. His hands came up and cupped my face, tilting my head the way he wanted it.

Jayson and Thomas

They were both staring at me like I'd just told them I'd committed murder."You went to his house," Mila said. Her voice was flat. Dangerous."I didn't know," I said quickly. "I swear to God, I didn't know it was him.""You went to his house," Jayson repeated. He was standing by the window, his jaw clenched so tight I thought his teeth might crack."I know how it looks—""Do you?" Mila asked. She was standing up now, pacing. "Do you actually know how this looks? You told me you deleted his contact. You told me you were done with him. And then you went to his house and fucked him.""I know," I said. I was crying now. "I know, and I'm sorry, but I didn't know he was the one who posted the video. I didn't know until Cassie called me literally after I was done."Jayson turned to look at me. "You came here after sleeping with him?""Yes, because I found out what he did and I—""So what, you got off, got caught, and decided to come confess?" Jayson said. His voice was hard. Harder than I'd

Fountain

The thing about Fountain Academy's prom is that everyone pretends it matters while secretly knowing it's meaningless. Which is exactly why everyone shows up acting like it's their last night on Earth.I'm wedged against the ballroom's east wall, watching Valentina Ashford work the room like she owns it—which, honestly, she basically does. She's been Rank One for as long as anyone remembers, which means she moves through Fountain's High like the school was built around her shadow. Golden dress. Golden hair catching the light from the ridiculous chandelier someone's dad probably donated. Golden, golden, gold.It's exhausting just watching it."You're at it again," Maya says, appearing next to me with two champagne flutes she definitely stole from the bar."What do you mean?""I mean, you look like you're mentally ranking everyone in the room by their IQ and finding them all disappointing."I don't bother denying it. That's because it's true, and Maya knows I'm not the type to waste ener

Barefoot

The bass was still thumping through the dorm walls when I kicked the door open with my foot, a red Solo cup in each hand and my heart trying to beat its way out of my chest. “Girl, move your ass or I’m pouring both of these on you,” I called out, laughing even though my stomach was in knots. Some curly-haired white girl I’d never seen before was already sprawled across my bed like she owned it, phone flashlight on, filming herself doing drunk makeup in my mirror. She glanced over her shoulder, grinned like we were besties, and said, “Yooo, you’re the soccer bitch with the braids, right? This room is fire.” I wanted to tell her to get the fuck off my sheets, but instead I just smirked. “Yeah, and you’re in my bed, so either help me hand these drinks out or get your drunk ass up.” She cackled and rolled off, snatching one of the cups. That’s when I saw the other two girls already posted up on the floor like they’d been waiting for me. One was this tiny, gorgeous Indian chick in

Is Evans Okay

woke up to Ravenna shaking me awake like the apartment was on fire or something."Babe, I gotta go. I got a meeting at 9 and my boss is gonna kill me if I'm late again," she was saying, already throwing her clothes back on.I groaned and checked my phone. It was like 7:30 in the morning and my head was pounding. The tequila was not it. Not it at all.Wendy came stumbling out of the guest room, looking like she'd been through a war. Her makeup was smudged, her hair was all over the place, and she was moving like every step hurt."I'm leaving too," she announced. "My mom is expecting me for breakfast and if I don't show up she's gonna call the police or something dramatic like that."Elisa emerged from the bathroom, already showered and looking somehow fresh as fuck even after last night. Like, how was she glowing? She caught me staring and smiled—that kind of smile that said everything was cool, everything was normal, we were still us."Y'all are leaving me?" I groaned, but I was alre

Four Blocks Away

"Bryan, sweetheart, could you come help me with this zipper?"I heard my mother's voice from the bedroom—high and bright, the way it gets when she's performing happiness. I heard his footsteps pad across the hardwood floor. I didn't hear any hesitation. That's the thing I couldn't forgive later: there was no hesitation at all.I was awake. Not fully, but enough. Enough to understand, on some level, what that eagerness meant.I didn't do anything about it.Instead, I rolled over and waited. Waited for him to come back. Waited to hear his footsteps, which never came. That's when I started to understand. Not the specifics—not yet—but the shape of something wrong.By the time I got downstairs, they'd already cleared their little scene. The kitchen smelled like coffee and normalcy. Mother sat at the island in her lavender silk robe, the one she saves for days when she wants to look effortlessly beautiful. The robe was buttoned all the way up.People don't realize how much you can see in wh

Normal Living

[Vivian's POV]I didn't sleep.I lay in the guest room—the one with the pale blue walls and the view of the oak trees—and I stared at the ceiling. My phone was in my hand. I could have texted him. I could have called her. I could have done a thousand things that would have made this real.Instead, I just lay there and watched the hours pass on my phone screen. 2:47 AM. 3:15 AM. 4:33 AM. The numbers blurred together.By 6 AM, I got up. I showered. I made myself into the version of Vivian that goes downstairs for breakfast. Composed. Functional. The kind of woman who slept well and didn't spend the night on her knees in the kitchen.I could lie with my whole body now.---They were both at breakfast.Of course they were. Why wouldn't they be? They thought they'd gotten away with it. They thought I was at work, completely unaware, completely stupid.They thought I didn't know.Bryan was making eggs. Again. Like yesterday. Like nothing had changed. He was humming—actually *humming*—while

Limit

"Hey, can you stop flexing your chest all around the house? It's fucking disgusting. I'm sure you think you look cool, but sorry—you just look ridiculous."The words left my mouth before I could stop them. Kelvin stood in the doorway of the living room, fresh from the gym, still in his tank top with sweat glistening down his arms. He just looked at me, that soft expression on his face making it worse.He's nothing but a sweet soul. That's the problem.Yeah, he's got muscles that make you lose your mind a little. Yeah, his face is unfairly handsome in a way that pisses me off. But it's the niceness that gets me. That gentle, apologetic thing he does with everything. People like that are fake as hell—hiding behind all that "good guy" bullshit."I'm sorry, Helen. I never meant to bother you."His voice was so low, so fucking *innocent*. I wanted to scream.I'd done everything to get him to snap at me. To yell. To show some edge. But Kelvin just apologizes and takes it like he deserves it

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