Semua Bab Contract Bride to the Ruthless Ice King : Bab 1 - Bab 10

The mahogany desk bit into my lower back as Alexander leaned his full weight into me.His fingers dug into my upper arms, tight enough that I knew I’d have purple bruises by tomorrow morning. But I barely felt the physical pain. My mind was spinning with panic and disbelief.How did he find out? How did Marcus get those records?I had been so careful. I used a fake name at the clinic, paid for everything in cash from a hidden savings account and chose a tiny, unnamed town three hours north of the city to hide my son, Leo.“I asked you a question, Elena,” Alexander said. His voice wasn’t loud, but it had a quiet, vibrating anger that made the hairs on my arms stand up. “Where is my brother’s son?”“I don’t... I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I lied. It was a terrible lie, cracked and breathless but my instincts were screaming at me to protect Leo at all costs.Alexander let out a harsh, dry, fake laugh. “Don’t play games with me,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “Not now,

The words coming out of the speaker didn’t make sense. They couldn’t.‘My mother?’My mind violently rejected the thought. My mother, Eleanor, was supposed to be fading away in a private medical suite, her heart failing, her body kept alive only by the thousands of dollars of machinery Alexander had just agreed to fund.She was the reason I had swallowed my pride and walked into Alexander’s office in the first place. She was the only family I had left.“That's a lie,” I breathed, my voice barely a whisper against the dark fabric of Alexander’s jacket. I pulled away from him, staring at the partition speaker as if I could force Marcus to take the words back.“Marcus, look again. You made a mistake. My stepfather, Victor, hates her! He’s the one who ran her into debt. She would never ally with him, and she would never touch Leo!”“The paper trail doesn’t lie, Elena,” Alexander said. There was no shock or confusion in his voice. He sounded calm, cold, and without emotions. The warmth th

It felt like the room was turning around us. I stared at Alexander, my hands dropping to my sides. The rich smell of scotch on his breath suddenly felt suffocating.“What do you mean, a twin?” My voice was barely a whisper. “Alexander, that’s impossible. I was there. I gave birth to Leo. There was only one baby.”Alexander didn’t look at me. He turned his back, staring down at his phone, his jaw clenched so tightly the bone looked like it might lose control.“The records were manipulated the night my brother died,” he said. His voice was cold and emotionless. “Julian didn’t create a single embryo. He created two. They were identical split embryos. The digital log shows that while one was delivered to you, the second container was marked to be thrown away. It was a cover story.”He turned to face me, his stormy sea-gray eyes dark. “It wasn’t discarded. Someone paid the laboratory head five million dollars to scrub the digital footprint and smuggle the second embryo out. It happened abo

The flight across the Atlantic was dead silent.The interior of Alexander’s private Gulfstream jet was pure luxury, filled with soft leather seats, polished mahogany tables and warm yellow lighting. But to me, it felt like a moving coffin. The engines hummed a low, steady tune that vibrated right through the soles of my shoes, keeping me awake.I sat curled up in one of the wide leather chairs, still wearing the ruined midnight-blue silk gown. I had a thick cashmere blanket wrapped tightly around my shoulders but I couldn’t stop shivering.The image of Leo’s tiny hand slapping against that helicopter window stayed in my mind, no matter how hard I tried to push it away. Every time I closed my eyes, I heard him screaming for me.“Drink this.”Alexander’s deep, gravelly voice broke through the quiet cabin.I looked up. He had changed out of his formal suit into a simple black crewneck sweater and dark cargo pants. He looked less like a corporate billionaire now and more like a dangerous

The bright lights hurt my eyes. I froze beside the bed, my hand still reaching out toward my sleeping boys.Gideon Ross stood in the doorway with a cruel smile on his face. The six guards around him did not move. Their big black guns were pointed straight at Alexander and me. “Don’t move, Alexander,” Gideon said. His voice was smooth. “I knew your team would try to sneak in quietly. You always think you are smarter than everyone else. But the moment you cut the wires on the lower pool door, a silent alarm went off in my bedroom.”Alexander did not lower his gun. He stood tall in the middle of the room, using his body to block me from the guards. His face showed no emotion. Not even one muscle moved.“Put the controller down, Gideon,” Alexander said. His voice was low and dangerous in the quiet bedroom. “You won’t press it. If you destroy this room, you lose the software keys and the boys. You leave here with nothing.”“Maybe,” Gideon said with a dark laugh. His cold blue eyes moved t