All Chapters of Bound To The Billionaire By A Baby: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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What Is He Doing

Liora's Pov Then, the heavy weight of his frame settled onto the opposite side of the mattress. The silk sheets shifted, pulling tightly across my legs, and a sudden wave of heat radiated through the space between us. The mattress groaned softly under his weight, a deep, resonant sound that amplified the racing of my pulse. I braced myself, my muscles locking into place as the luxury fabric beneath me tilted slightly toward his side, pulling me toward the center of the bed. I resisted the dip, pressing my weight into the absolute edge of the frame, desperate to maintain even an inch of distance between my skin and his presence. Suddenly, the mattress dipped deeper. A sharp jolt of pure panic traveled straight down my spine as his heavy hand unexpectedly brushed against my bare thigh, the heat of his palm searing straight through the thin, liquid ivory satin of my nightgown. My breath hitched instantly, but I forced my head to stay pressed deeply into the pillow. I didn't say

Crazy Stepmom In The House

Liora's P"Where is she?! Where is that ungrateful little thief hiding?!"The screeching voice shattered the pristine morning silence of the grand foyer, ripping through the high ceilings like a rusted saw blade.I froze mid-step on the lower landing of the service stairs, the copper tea tray in my hands rattling violently as a sudden, sickening jolt of panic hit my stomach."Ma'am, you cannot be in here! You need to step outside the boundary immediately!" a senior footman shouted, his voice tight with desperation as the heavy, arched front doors fractured open against the marble wall."Get your hands off me, you glorified servant!" Sarah roared, her face contorted into a mask of pure, venomous rage as she violently burst through the threshold.Her cheap, oversized fur coat was disheveled, trailing dust across the polished white marble. She had somehow broken through the outer security gates, and she was pacing across the foyer like a feral animal, her heels clicking aggressively agai

Set Me A Bath

Liora's Pov"Mrs. Gable said you are to report to the young master’s private chambers upstairs immediately," Clara’s voice slice through the quiet of the service hallway, stopping my feet right outside the linen closets.I flinch, my fingers tightening around the handles of the laundry basket.The humulating sting of my stepmother’s spit still feel like a raw, burning mark on my cheek from this morning's disaster in the grand foyer.I turn slowly, my chest heaving beneath my gray uniform, my voice dropping into a small, submissive murmur as I look at the senior wardrobe maid. "Is... is he very angry, Clara?"Clara lean against the stone archway, crossing her arms tightly over her chest as her eyes rake over my faded apron with pure, unadulterated disgust."Angry? He’s absolutely livid, you little parasite. I heard your white-trash mother called you a calculated thief right in front of the footmen. It’s hilarious that you think sleeping uwith the young master makes you an elite. Go on

Leave Your Shower Gel

Liora's PovThe moment the frosted glass doors close behind me, my mind instantly race into a chaotic, terrifying maze of wild, unwanted thoughts.As I walk toward the deep-sunken porcelain tub, my imagination begins to spin completely out of control.Why is he doing this? Is he going to force me into the water with him? Is he going to touch me the way he did last night in the dark?The memory of his heavy chest pressing down over my shoulder blade and his blistering hot breaths against my throat rushes back into my head, making my heart fracture with an intense, intoxicating panic.I can almost feel his large, possessive hands tangling into my loose hair again, his low, deep moan vibrating raw against my neck until my head spins with a dangerous, suffocating dizziness.My skin burns at the thought of him stripping off his clothes in front of me, my fingers shaking so badly I can barely grip the gold fixtures."Stop standing there like an idiot and turn on the taps," Adrian’s cold voi

Get In

My fingers dug into the fabric of my coarse linen apron as I hurried down the sweeping gravel path of the estate, the crunch of the stones beneath my flat shoes sounding deafeningly loud in the crisp morning air. I kept my head bowed, the fabric of my gray uniform scratching against the collar of my neck. After the complete and utter humiliation of the previous evening—and the suffocating, terrifying ordeal in his private washroom—all I wanted was to dissolve into the background of the lower staff. I needed to reach the side gates, slip into the crowded, anonymous rows of the servants' shuttle, and blend into the heavy silence of ordinary workers. The morning mist was still clinging to the massive manicured hedges of the Hawthorne estate, casting long, eerie shadows across the driveway. I walked rapidly, my breath forming faint puffs of white vapor in the biting chill. I was so entirely consumed by my own racing thoughts, desperately praying that my body wouldn't betray my cond

Come Out Now

Liora's Pov The fifth-floor office restroom smelled heavily of bleach and expensive lavender soap, a stark contrast to the thick, toxic dread pooling in my stomach. I sat curled up on the cold toilet seat, my knees pulled up tightly to my chest under my gray uniform skirt, desperately trying to map the sounds of the bustling design floor outside the door. My morning sickness had returned with a vengeance the second I stepped out of Adrian’s luxury sedan, and I had barely managed to sprint into the nearest empty stall before my vision went entirely blurry. The porcelain bowl beneath me was a blur, but the physical fatigue of the early pregnancy was settling deep into my bones, leaving my limbs feeling like lead weights I squeezed my eyes shut, my forehead resting against the cold metal partition of the stall, praying for just five minutes of absolute silence before I had to face Miss Vance and her back-breaking files again. Suddenly, the heavy glass main door to the restroom

What Right Do You Have

Liora's Pov I sat exposed, looking entirely small and terrified under their glares. Vanessa and Chloe stood in the threshold, their arms crossed, wide smirks twisting their lips as they looked down at my gray uniform and my shivering frame. "Look at the future Mrs. Hawthorne," Chloe mocked, pointing a finger at my tear-stained face. "On her knees in a bathroom, hiding like a rat. Where is your fierce model posture now, Liora? Why don't you look us in the eye?" Before I could find my voice or draw a deep breath to speak, Vanessa reached behind her back. My eyes widened in absolute horror as I noticed she was holding a heavy plastic janitorial bucket—one that had been left in the corner by the cleaning staff, filled to the brim with dirty, grey mop water, chemical suds, and floating debris from the design floor. "Let’s help the new mistress clean up her act," Vanessa sneered, her face contorting with a sudden surge of venomous malice. "No! Please, stop—" I cried out, my ha

I Want Them Blacklisted

Liora's Pov The question slithered through the bleach-scented air of the restroom, instantly killing the echo of Vanessa and Chloe’s cruel laughter. I sat paralyzed on the cold toilet seat, my knees still clutched tightly against my chest, my entire body shivering violently under my soaked gray uniform. Through the wide-open gap of the stall door that Vanessa had violently yanked open, my blurry, tear-stained eyes focused on the towering figure standing in the main doorway. It was Adrian. He stood there in his pristine charcoal-grey tailored suit, his broad shoulders blocking out the bright fluorescent light from the design corridor. His face was a mask of pure, unadulterated, lethal stone. He didn't look at the two models; his dark eyes slid past their shivering frames, locking directly onto my drenched gray clothes, the ruined white cap lying in a wet heap near my shoes, and the chemical tears pouring down my burning cheeks. Vanessa’s mouth opened to speak, but only

She Is Mine To Torture

Liora's Pov Listen to me very carefully, all of you," Adrian announced, his booming voice bouncing off the high ceilings like a final judgment, ensuring every single employee heard the command. "No one in this building is to touch, bully, or disrespect this woman again. Is that entirely clear? Only I have the absolute right to do that. If I catch a single whisper, or if another manager assigns her heavy labor to cause a nuisance, you will be thrown out onto the pavement alongside Vanessa and Chloe. You all may now return to your work." A heavy, terrified murmur rippled through the departments before everyone quickly dropped their heads, desperately pretending to focus on their fabrics. Adrian didn't wait for a response as he carried me directly toward the grand, illuminated central escalator that bypassed the standard employee floors. Stepping onto the moving metal stairs, we began the slow, heavy ascent toward the executive suite. I remained completely still in his ar

Bus Scuffle

Liora's Pov The crowd at the public transport transit station was a sprawling, chaotic sea of desperate bodies, all fighting over the same patch of broken asphalt as the sun began to dip behind the smoky city skyline. It wasn't the clean, private courtyard shuttle from the estate; this was the cheap, communal industrial shuttle that serviced all the commercial garment warehouses and low-end manufacturing plants on the outer edge of the fashion district. The air was thick with the suffocating stench of exhaust fumes, melting street tar, and the heavy sweat of hundreds of exhausted workers who had spent their day hauling fabric, pulling threads, and scrubbing floors until their limbs felt like lead weights. "Get your elbow out of my ribs before I throw you under the tires!" a woman in a stained warehouse apron shrieked, her voice cutting through the deafening roar of the idling bus engines. "Move your feet, then! Some of us have families to feed tonight!" a man roared back,

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