All Chapters of Contracted by the billionaire : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Vivenne's Pov“You’re not my sister.”The words slipped out before I could stop them. Clarissa looked up from her vanity mirror, lipstick paused halfway to her mouth. That same unbothered smile I remembered too well curved her lips, the one she wore right before everything went dark three years from now.“Vivienne, what on earth are you talking about?” she asked lightly, turning back to the mirror. “Of course I’m your sister. Did you have another nightmare?”I stood in the doorway of her bedroom, heart hammering so hard I thought the whole house could hear it. Sunlight streamed through the tall windows of our family estate, catching on the crystal chandelier and making everything look too perfect, too golden. Three years. I had died three years from this moment, pushed out of the way like an inconvenient footnote. And now I was back.I remembered the file. Every page, every seal, every lie. I remembered Margaret—our mother—telling me to step aside because Clarissa had “fallen in love”

Vivienne's PovRoman didn’t leave until late that evening. We spoke in careful circles—him pressing for details, me giving him just enough to keep him on my side without revealing everything. I couldn’t afford to sound insane. Time travel. Murder in a future that hadn’t happened yet. No. He needed facts, documents, proof.When his car finally pulled away down the drive, I let out a long breath and leaned against the front door.Margaret was waiting in the sitting room.“Explain yourself,” she said coldly.I walked past her and poured a glass of water I didn’t want. “I think the legal notice explained it quite well.”“You ungrateful little—” She stopped herself, smoothing her skirt. “After everything we’ve done for you.”“Done for me?” I laughed once, sharp and bitter. “You mean stealing my identity? Paying people to forge records? Planning my quiet little removal when I got too close?”Her face didn’t change much, but her knuckles whitened on the arm of the chair. “You’ve been listeni

Roman's PovShe was still unconscious when we reached my private doctor. The wounds were mostly superficial, cuts, bruises, a mild concussion, but the terror in her eyes before she passed out had been real.I sat in the hallway outside the examination room, staring at the blood on my sleeves. My blood? Hers? I couldn’t tell.My head of security approached quietly. “The two men are in custody. They’re professionals. No IDs, but we’re running prints. One of them mentioned Margaret Ashworth before he shut up.”I nodded. “Keep them isolated. No calls.”“Already done, sir. But they’re not talking much. These guys are trained. Should I bring in our interrogators?”“Not yet,” I replied. “Let them sweat first. I want to know exactly who hired them and how deep this goes. Cross-check with anything we have on the Ashworth family’s known associates.”“Understood. I’ll keep you updated the second we get anything solid. We’ve also secured the crash site. The driver didn’t make it, sir. Single guns