All Chapters of Yours By Contract, Claimed By Fate : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The fluorescent lights in the ICU hallway hummed with a faint, maddening buzz that made Evelyn’s teeth ache. On the digital monitor above Bed 4, Lily’s heart rate spiked to 132, then dropped abruptly to 88. A nurse pushed past Evelyn in the narrow corridor, carrying a tray of bagged saline and two pre-filled syringes, her rubber-soled shoes squeaking against the scuffed linoleum floor. "The surgeon leaves at six in the morning, Miss Vance," the nurse said, typing rapidly into a wall-mounted terminal. "If the deposit isn't cleared in the hospital portal by five, the specialized Vancor-9 blood-filtering unit gets reassigned to the trauma unit coming in from the highway." "Five hundred thousand," Evelyn said, her voice dry and steady despite the exhaustion pulling at her limbs. "The Sankt Gallen clinical protocol was pre-approved." "The regional distributor locked the authorization stamp," the nurse replied, glancing over Evelyn’s frayed winter coat. "The hospital finance desk closes

Julian’s fingers were firm against her chin, keeping her head tilted at an angle under the bright halogen desk lamp.Evelyn’s breath hitched in her throat. She didn't pull back—partly because his grip was iron, but mostly because she was evaluating every single word he said."What do you mean, want?" she asked, her voice dry and steady.Julian released her face abruptly. He turned on his heel, walked back around the executive desk, and tapped his wireless intercom."Vance," he said into the speaker. "Send the contract template to my local printer. Include the emergency proxy registration rider and the Rotterdam acquisition protocol."A woman's voice answered instantly. "Filing it now, Mr. Vance. Legal is on standby."Behind the desk, a high-speed laser printer whirred to life, spitting out ten crisp pages into the tray. Julian picked them up, stapled the corner, and laid the document flat on the glass desk surface between them."My grandfather’s trust fund dictates that thirty percent

The elevator doors opened directly into the private foyer of Penthouse 4B.Evelyn stepped off the polished teak flooring, her canvas duffel bag slung heavily over one shoulder. Her eyes were burning from thirty-six hours without sleep. At the hospital, Dr. Miller had come out of surgery at seven in the morning to confirm that Lily’s liver filtration was successful, but the relief had barely settled into her bones before Marcus, Julian’s driver, tapped her shoulder and told her it was time to leave.The penthouse was massive, quiet, and aggressively sterile. White marble stretched across an open floor plan, flanked by floor-to-ceiling glass walls looking out over the city. There were no family photos on the walls, no stray coat hooks near the door, and no signs of actual human life."You must be Miss Reed."Evelyn turned. A woman in her mid-fifties stood near the kitchen island, wearing a pressed dark grey uniform and a silver apron. Her grey-ing hair was pulled back into a bun so tigh

Julian’s grip on Victoria’s wrist was firm, his long fingers wrapped tight around her delicate bone structure. He didn't twist her arm or push her back, but the sheer momentum of his sudden intervention caused Victoria’s wine glass to tip, sloshing expensive Chardonnay over the edge of her manicured fingernails and onto the white marble floor.Victoria gasped, her head snapping toward him. The anger on her face instantly dissolved into a messy blur of confusion and surprise."Julian!" she stammered, trying to pull her arm back. "You're hurting me."Julian slowly loosened his fingers, letting her hand drop. He didn't look at her wrist, nor did he look at the spilled wine dripping onto the edge of his polished leather shoes. His suit jacket was unbuttoned, his silk tie loosened just half an inch at his throat, revealing the tired, dangerous lines of a man who had spent six straight hours in a corporate boardroom fighting off hostile proxy bids."What are you doing in my apartment, Victo

The black Maybach glided through the wrought-iron security gates of the Vance ancestral estate, its tires crunching softly against wet gravel.Evelyn stared out the tinted passenger window at the sprawling limestone manor ahead. Massive stone pillars framed the entrance, lit by copper lanterns that cast sharp yellow beams against the drizzling rain. The property looked less like a home and more like an old museum built to intimidate anyone who couldn't afford the property taxes.Beside her, Julian didn't look up from his tablet. His fingers moved with practiced efficiency across a spreadsheet displaying tomorrow's opening stock futures for Vance Enterprise holdings."Harrison will have four security detail officers at the front door," Julian said, his voice flat as he swiped to another screen. "He will offer you dry sherry before dinner. Don't touch it. Drink bottled water only, and keep it in your right hand at all times."Evelyn smoothed down the lapels of her deep emerald wool dres