Billionaire’s Contracted Maid Is His Bride
Stella curled into Christian, Jules sprawled like she owned the place, Nicholas’s heartbeat steady under my cheek, his hand warm and claiming on my skin.
Something settled in my chest—warm, bright, unfamiliar.
Family.
Not the cold, poisonous one I’d faced last night. Not the broken one I’d grown up in.
This one.
Messy. Loud. Inappropriate. Mine.
For the first time in longer than I could remember, I felt something dangerously close to happy.
Nicholas pressed a kiss to my temple, lips lingering. “You okay, babygirl?”
I nodded against his chest, smiling so wide it hurt.
“Yeah,” I whispered. “I really am.”