Semua Bab BOUND TO THE BILLIONAIRE’S CONTRACT : Bab 1 - Bab 10

​I couldn’t breathe. This wedding dress is way too tight.​And the worst part? It’s not even my dress. It belongs to my half-sister, Chloe. She literally ran away to Paris with her secret boyfriend and just left me here to deal with all this drama. She always does this. She gets whatever she wants, plays the princess, and then runs away when things get too real. And who has to clean up her absolute mess? Me. Elena. The unwanted stepdaughter.​I’m holding these stupid flowers so hard my knuckles are turning white. The thorns are literally poking into my fingers, but I can't even feel the pain because my brain is completely short-circuiting. But I have to do it. There is no backing out now. If I don't walk down the aisle and pretend to be her, my evil stepmother Beatrice is gonna kill my dad. She literally stood in the hospital room this morning, looked me dead in the eye, and promised to pull his hospital plug by midnight if I didn't show up here.I have no money, I'm completely b

I shake my head No.Again and again, I just shake my head, wishing this whole thing was just a crazy nightmare. But Alexander just stands there by the door, watching me with this cold, calculated smile. His dark eyes are literally gleaming with amusement because he loves watching me crumble right in front of him.He isn't even speaking. He’s just watching. Like a literal predator toying with its prey.I try to process what I just said, to make sense of the fact that I just admitted my biggest secret to this billionaire monster, but my brain is completely fried."A son?" Alexander laughs, low and cold. The sound of his mockery slices straight through me. "You have got to be kidding me, Elena. A secret kid? Who the hell is the father?"My breath catches."It doesn't matter who the father is!" I whisper, my voice shaking so hard. "He's not in the picture. He never was! But my son... his name is Leo. He needs me, Alexander! He's only four years old. He has nobody but me!"Alexander just

​I just lay there on the floor. Ten minutes. Maybe more. My face felt totally stiff from his dried cum. My jaw hurt so bad. I felt like trash. Complete trash. But the clock was ticking and I only had two hours before his guards came back. I had to move my ass right away.​I got up, dragged Chloe’s huge wedding dress, and ran.​I got to my crappy apartment building soaking wet. My hands were shaking so bad I dropped my keys twice. I burst inside, completely out of breath.​Mrs. Gable was on my old couch. And Leo was on the rug playing with his toy cars.​"Mommy!" he yelled, running to me.​"Wait, baby, don't touch me yet," I said, stopping him. I didn't want him touching my face or hair because it was still sticky. I wanted to cry just looking at him. I felt so dirty.​Mrs. Gable jumped up. "Elena? Oh my god, what happened? What is that white stuff all over your face?"​"No time to explain!" I ran to the bedroom and yanked my broken suitcase from under the bed. My hands were vibratin

Chapter 7​I run into his bathroom. The door is this massive, heavy slab of white marble that smells like rich people, and I slam it so hard the glass shelves rattle. My hands are shaking. No, shaking isn't even the word—they are literally vibrating. I can't even get my fingers to wrap around the gold faucet, my grip just keeps slipping because I'm sweating and crying and my mind is literally racing at a million miles an hour. When I finally get the water going, I look up.​I catch my reflection in the giant, gold-rimmed mirror and I just... I want to curl up on the floor and die. My hair is this giant, frizzy, tangled rat’s nest. The cheap gray hoodie I bought on sale for twelve dollars is ripped clean down the front, showing my cheap bra and too much skin, and my face is just a total disaster. There's dried tears, mascara tracks, and his... his release is still drying on my cheek. It's sticky and gross and it makes me feel like absolute, literal trash. Just dirt under his expensive

Chapter 9 ​My jaw. It literally feels broken. Like the bone is about to just pop straight out of the socket, and my throat is so incredibly dry and tight that trying to swallow my own spit is actually impossible. I’ve got tears just pooling up in my eyelashes. They’re spilling over, running down my face in these hot, messy streaks and dripping off my chin onto the floor. I can't even get a good breath in. Every single time I try to inhale, it feels like this massive, heavy weight is sitting right on my chest, blocking the air. And his hands. God, his hands are like iron. He’s got his fingers tangled so deep in my hair, holding my head completely still so I can’t even flinch away. Not even a fraction of an inch. ​"Yeah. Right there. Don't move," he mutters. ​His voice is just this low, rough growl. A gravelly vibration that goes right through my skull and makes my teeth rattle. It doesn't even sound like a person talking. It’s just this primal, dominant sound, his hot breath hitting