Todos los capítulos de Contractually Yours, Brother: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

“If you take one more step toward my side of the bed, Sylvester, I’m throwing this crystal water glass directly at your face.”I pull the duvet tight against my chest, sitting up straight against the headboard while Sylvester stands in the open doorway of the master bedroom suite.He unbuttons his dark gray vest with slow, agonizingly precise movements, his broad shoulders filling the threshold while his dark eyes burn into mine across the dim room.“Throw it, Alice,” Sylvester rasps, his voice dangerously low, gravelly, and thick with exhaustion. “It will be the first honest thing you’ve done all day.”“Honest?” I laugh, a sharp, bitter sound that cuts through the quiet penthouse. “I stood beside you for two hours at the board dinner, pretending to be your devoted, doting wife while your fingers dug into my waist like you were afraid I’d run away the second the elevator opened!”“I hold you like that because the board is looking for any crack in our foundation!” Sylvester steps into

“If you let anything happen to her or those three babies, I will tear this hospital down brick by brick!”Sylvester’s violent roar echoes down the private corridor of the clinic before the heavy double doors even swing open.I lie back against the cold examination table, my teeth grinding together as another sharp, agonizing contraction spasms across my lower abdomen.“Mr. Arlington, please, you need to step back so we can run the ultrasound!” the head physician pleads, his hands shaking as he readies the cold gel.Sylvester barged into the private wing three minutes ago, abandoning a fifty-billion-dollar international acquisition call mid-sentence the exact second my security detail alerted him to the early contractions.He shoves past two nurses, his hair disheveled, his expensive silk tie torn loose at the collar, his dark eyes wide with a terrifying, raw fear he doesn't even try to hide.“Is she bleeding?” Sylvester growls, slamming his hand onto the edge of my gurney, his massive

“You don’t want a wife, Sylvester, and you don’t care about me! You want three bloodline heirs to secure your voting proxy, and you want complete, dictatorial control over my entire life!”I slam my hands flat against the mahogany dining table, my chest heaving as my words slice through the heavy silence of the penthouse like a razor blade.Sylvester’s chair scrapes back violently against the polished floor as he stands up, his massive frame looming over the table, his dark eyes ablaze with a terrifying, raw fury that strips away all his usual executive polish.“Control?” Sylvester snarls, his voice deep, raspy, and vibrating with pure rage. “I have restructured my entire global empire to keep you alive and safe! Every single breath I take right now is dedicated to protecting you, and you sit there accusing me of using you like a piece of corporate property!”“Because that’s what this contract was from day one!” I scream back, my throat burning as tears of frustration spill over my la

Alice POV“Smile for the cameras, Alice, or Daniela’s little blogger friends will claim we are heading for a messy divorce before the third trimester even hits.”“Shut up, Sylvester,” I mutter, forcing my lips into a polite, gleaming curve as flashbulbs blind us on the steps of the charity gala. “You’re the one who insisted on dragging me to a ballroom full of sharks tonight.”“I wanted everyone to see who you belong to,” he whispers against my ear, his large hand pressing firmly into the small of my back, radiating hot, possessive authority through my silk gown.Public events have resumed under terrifyingly heavy security, and I move through ballrooms and board dinners with the careful, exhausting grace of a woman carrying both triplets and dangerous secrets. Sylvester never leaves my side for more than a minute, acting the part of the devoted, protective husband so seamlessly that the performance feels almost natural. Yet every single smile costs me something, and the board’s sharp

Alice POV“Manson sent another message through an anonymous courier at the charity gala, and Daniela is working directly with him behind your back.”“Keep talking,” Sylvester says, his voice dropping into a flat, dangerous register that makes the temperature in the room plummet degree by degree.“I didn’t tell you immediately because I was scared you would lock me down even tighter,” I rush out, my chest heaving as my hands shake against my stomach. “Manson knows about the secondary trust, and Daniela is the one feeding him our internal board schedules.”When I finally finish spilling every single hidden detail, the terrifying silence in the executive study lasts long enough to become its own brutal form of judgment.Sylvester doesn't yell, and he doesn't throw anything across the room. He simply stands behind his mahogany desk, his dark eyes turning entirely black with suppressed fury.Then he moves.Within the hour, the entire security protocol of the penthouse is overhauled with ru