All Chapters of Marry me; The Billionaire's contract : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

ANASTASIA I kicked my feet into the pool, watching the ripples spread. The water felt cold against my bare skin.I sighed, leaning against the edge of the pool.I brushed a finger over my thigh, feeling the deep bumpy line of a scar. I bit my lips, as memories surged on.I could still hear it. The distant memories of when I was a child floated to the surface. ———13 years ago.I woke up to the darkness in my room, light rushing in through the half open door. I clutched at my teddy bear, adjusting my eyes to the darkness. My stomach hurt from the cold cereal I had for dinner. I pressed my palm over it, willing the pain away.I stepped out of the bed, the floor felt cold against my feet. I used my feet to push the door open, because I couldn't reach the knob. Clack.I gasped as the harsh sound of glass shattering cut through the room. I leaned on the railings taking in the scene in front of me. I held my breath, clutching my teddy bear in my arms, the bed felt too cold. I wanted to a

ANASTASIA My hair danced in the wind, slapping over my face. My lips felt chapped even with gloss smudged over them. I pulled my coat closer together, shielding myself from the wind from the jet's engines. I squinted, glancing at Dominic. His hair danced in the wind, falling over his forehead, longer than it looked slicked back, his leather jacket dancing in the wind. His hands slipped into his pockets, his shoulders straight. I tugged my hair behind my ear, the strands slipped past my fingers, slapped against my face. Fucking hell, the wind was doing this to me on purpose. I heard his footsteps slow down. Before I could turn, I felt his hand gather my hair, pulling it into place, making me stop. His cold fingers drifted across the back of my neck as he pulled my hair together. I froze, my fingers tightening around my coat. "Hair clip?" he asked, stretching his hand into my view. "What in fucking hell are you doing?" He leaned in close, his chest brushing against my back

DOMINICI stared at the picture illuminating the screen, the one the reporters had taken.In the picture, my hands were resting across her chest, but from the angle, they couldn't see my hand dipped into her bag, so it looked like I was hugging her against my chest.I remembered how her neck had turned completely red. I couldn't see her face, but I knew it'd been a blaring shade of red too. My jaw tightened.I placed the phone down when I felt a presence behind me.“Where is she?” I asked.Butler Su moved from where he'd been standing. “She has retired to the bedroom. The trip must have tired her out,” he supplied.“Has Father called?” I asked.“Yes, Mr. Blackwood. He still insists on meeting her.”I nodded once, tapping my finger against the armrest.“Deny his requests.”“I am not in the position to do that,” Butler Su said, bowing his head. He still owed loyalty to my father, no matter how much authority I had.I stood up, walking across the room.“This will be the last request I le

DOMINIC I tapped my finger against the table. My hands still smelled like crab and hot sauce, despite the gloves. I glanced around, my eyes settling on a man sitting three tables away. At first glance, he looked focused on his meal, talking sweetly to his date and laughing every two seconds. But I noticed the way his left wrist never left the table. A tiny camera peeked from beneath his cuff, pointed towards me. Relentless fuckers. I glanced towards the hallway where she'd disappeared. My eyes flicked to my watch. Twenty-one minutes. I stood up, walking towards the hallway. It was quiet except for the clinking of cutlery against plates drifting from the dining area. I spotted her, she stood in the halls. Her honey-brown hair was tied into a bun. The black satin dress exposed the bare length of her back. I walked towards her. She stretched out her hand. My eyes dragged from her outstretched hand to the man leaning against the wall with a smirk plastered on his face

ANASTASIAIt's been a day. I haven't seen Dominic. Not literally. We've passed each other in the halls and during breakfast, but he never brings up that night or the deal. He doesn't pull his overbearing card, and we don't go on any more dates. I guess a couple on their honeymoon could spend it indoors. Though the media, and probably half the world, thinks we're spending it shoved into each other's sexual parts.I sigh, sinking further into the bathtub. Rose petals dance across the surface, one sticking to my cheek. I reach up and peel it off.Bored out of my very mind.I'd much rather spend my time on my phone, but every social media platform is going on about the Thompson bundle of joy Eunice is carrying in her womb.I trace my finger over my bare stomach.Having a baby was once my dream, back when I thought Leonard was my Prince Charming.I recoil at the thought.I wanted to treat my child nothing like Mum treated me. Hugging her when she was cold. Cooking her meals instead of maki