All Chapters of The Billionaire Sinful Pact (The Club Seduction): Chapter 31 - Chapter 36

The Seine caught the last light, gold bleeding into gray. I stood at the window of my studio, a half-empty cup of coffee cold in my hands, and watched the city prepare for evening.His words wouldn't leave me alone.Camille's baby isn't mine. I can prove it. I need your help.I'd read them so many times the letters had lost their shape. Every time I thought I'd buried them, they surfaced again during a sauce reduction, while chopping herbs, in the breath between sleep and waking.Elias was married. I repeated it like a prayer. He's married. He chose her. He pushed me away.But the photograph sat in my mind. The clinic logo. The timeline that didn't match. And beneath it, the memory of his face in his mother's hallway, raw and broken, telling me he'd never wanted any of it."You're burning dinner."I looked up. Enzo stood in the kitchen doorway, a bottle of wine in one hand, his brows raised.I looked down. The mushrooms in the pan had gone dark, their edges crisping into something bey

The message glows on my screen.I won't ask you to come back. But I'm not giving up on fixing what I broke.I read it again. The words don't change. They sit there, stubborn and patient, like him.I don't reply.Words are easy. I've heard enough of them from Elias, from men who promised things they couldn't deliver. If he wants another chance, he needs to prove it. With actions. With time.I set the phone face-down on the nightstand and lie back, staring at the crack in the ceiling. The city hums beyond the window, indifferent. My mind refuses to settle.He's not giving up.The thought circles like a bird with no place to land.I roll onto my side, pull the blanket up to my chin, and close my eyes. Sleep comes in fragments, each one edged with his voice, his face, the way he said my name on the phone.---Morning filters through the thin curtains, pale and gray.I shower, dress, tie my apron. The motions are automatic coffee, bag, keys. The city greets me with diesel and damp cobblest

I fold my arms across my chest, the wool of my sweater rough against my palms. The café hums around us, but I barely hear it. "I'm listening. But I don't want another half-truth."He holds my gaze. No flinching. No deflection. "I won't hide anything from you this time."I wait.He takes a breath, slow and deliberate. "My marriage to Camille has been unhappy for a long time. We stayed together because of family expectations. Appearances. Obligations neither of us wanted to confront.""Why didn't you tell me any of this when we were together?"His jaw tightens. "I was so focused on protecting my family and business that I convinced myself pushing you away was the best solution.""You made that decision for me." My voice comes out sharper than I intended. "Without giving me the chance to decide what risks I was willing to take."He doesn't argue. "You deserved the truth. And I failed you."I let the words settle. "And the pregnancy?""Camille admitted the baby isn't mine."The world tilt