Bad Contract with the Billionaire Devil
“Who the hell typed this contract, Liam? I see typos.”
“What typos? I wrote every damn word myself.”
“Then you must’ve been typing while Evelyn was suck–”
“Shut the fvck up, Olivia! Just sign it, or forget about ever seeing my babies again.”
“They’re my babies too, you asshole! Would you sign if some psycho shoved this shitty contract in your face?”
“Then don’t sign. Your loss. Get the fvck out of my office. Call me only after you sign, or you’ll regret it.”
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I thought giving birth would be the happiest day of my life. Instead, it became the day my whole world shattered.
While I was still weak and bleeding in that hospital bed, my husband walked in… not with flowers, not with comfort, but with a hard blow to my stitches.
That devil set a trap far worse than our marriage itself.
And no matter how much I hated him… a part of me still burned whenever he touched me.
Was this love, madness, or the devil’s contract I could never escape?