All Chapters of Contracted to the Ruthless Billionaire: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Emma’s heart pounded so hard she could hear it in her ears. The luxurious office on the top floor of Black Tower smelled of expensive leather and power. Across the wide mahogany desk sat Alexander Black — the 32-year-old billionaire whose name made people tremble. Tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp grey eyes that seemed to strip her naked without even trying. His black shirt was unbuttoned at the top, revealing a hint of hard chest. “You’re late,” he said, his deep voice low and commanding. “I… I’m sorry, sir,” Emma whispered, clutching her worn bag. At 22, she had never felt smaller in her life. Her clothes were simple — a plain white blouse and black skirt that had seen better days. Alexander leaned back in his chair, studying her like she was prey. “You need ten million dollars. I need a wife for one year. A woman who will obey every command. A woman who will spread her legs and let me fuck her whenever, wherever, and however I want. No limits. No complaints.” Emma’s face bur

The morning light filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Alexander’s penthouse office. Emma sat on the edge of the leather couch in a tight black dress he’d chosen for her—short, low-cut, and completely inappropriate for a normal workday. No panties. He’d made that clear before they left the mansion.She crossed her legs, trying to ignore the lingering ache between her thighs from last night’s relentless fucking. Her pussy was still sore, still leaking traces of his cum even after she’d showered.Alexander sat behind his massive desk, barking orders into his phone while his sharp grey eyes kept flicking to her. “Cancel the afternoon meetings. I have a personal appointment at lunch.”He hung up and crooked a finger at her. “Come here.”Emma stood, heart racing. She walked around the desk, stopping in front of him. He spun his chair toward her and pulled her between his spread thighs.“Lift the dress,” he commanded.She hesitated, glancing at the closed door. “What if someone

The ride back to the mansion was silent and thick with tension. Emma sat in the back of the luxury Rolls Royce, thighs pressed tightly together under the red gown. Alexander’s cum still leaked from her well-used pussy, a constant filthy reminder of what he’d done to her in the gala bathroom. Her ass stung from his spanks, and her throat felt the phantom grip of his hand. She should hate him. She did hate him. But her body betrayed her with every heartbeat.Alexander stared out the window, jaw clenched, grey eyes stormy. The jealousy from her brief flirtation with Marcus Vale still radiated off him like heat from a furnace.As soon as they stepped inside the mansion, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her upstairs without a word. The bedroom door slammed behind them. He didn’t bother with lights. Moonlight spilled through the windows, casting sharp shadows across his powerful frame.“Take the dress off,” he ordered, voice dangerously low. “Then get on the bed. On your back, arms above you

The luxurious suite at the Shangri-La Hotel overlooked the glittering Eiffel Tower, but Emma barely noticed the view. Her body still hummed from the plane ride and the endless nights of Alexander’s possession. Paris was supposed to be romantic, but with Alexander Black, it was another battlefield of power and raw lust. They had just returned from a tense business dinner. Alexander’s meeting with French investors had gone well, but Marcus Vale had appeared unexpectedly as a rival bidder. The same man from the gala. Emma had smiled politely at him again, mostly to test Alexander’s limits. Now, back in the suite, the door had barely closed before Alexander had her pinned against the wall. “You just can’t help yourself, can you?” he growled, yanking her dress up and ripping her lace panties off in one brutal motion. “Smiling at that bastard right in front of me.” His fingers plunged into her already soaked pussy, pumping roughly. Emma moaned, her back arching. “I was just being polit

Emma stood nervously in the private hospital suite, watching her mother sleep peacefully. The room was luxurious—far better than the cramped ward she had been in before. Machines beeped softly, but the color had returned to her mother’s cheeks thanks to the expensive new treatment Alexander’s money had secured.“She looks better,” Emma whispered, tears in her eyes.Alexander stood behind her, hands in his pockets, looking every bit the powerful billionaire in his tailored suit. “The doctors say the new protocol is working. Full recovery is possible.”Emma turned and wrapped her arms around him without thinking. “Thank you.”For a moment, he stiffened, then his arms came around her, holding her tightly. “This was part of the deal.”But it felt like more. The contract was supposed to be cold—sex, obedience, money. Yet here he was, paying for ongoing care beyond the initial ten million.Back at the mansion that evening, the air between them crackled. Alexander poured them both whiskey an