Semua Bab The Billionaire’s Forbidden Desire(One contract. One rule): Bab 41 - Bab 50

Alex’s povMy voice came out more animal than human, a low growl that vibrated in my chest. I did not even recognize myself in that moment, but the fury had already coiled itself tight around my spine, dragging me forward until the words tore through my throat.Ethan froze like a deer caught in headlights. His lips parted, but no sound came. He looked at me with his wide eyes that carried both fear and guilt. That look only increased the fire inside me. I took a step closer.“Alex—”“Do not say my name like that.” The distance between us shrank and I could smell him, the faint hospital antiseptic still clinging to his clothes, the warmth of his skin underneath. “Answer me.”His throat worked. “He’s just—”“Don’t,” I cut him off, moving even closer. “Whatever you say now determines what’s going to happen to you and if you lie, I swear you will regret it.” Inside my head I could hear my own heartbeat, heavy and fast. I hated that this sign of panic was there at all, this feeling that s

Alex’s pov“Alexander Veyron”“I never thought I would see you again after you declined all my invitations,” Victor Ballmer said, his voice flat but heavy enough to cut through the space between us. His gaze travel over me, like he wanted to strip me bare. “Imagine my surprise when my secretary gets a call from one of your people asking for a meeting.”“Victor Ballmer, Its being long” I growled stepping into his office.Victor’s lips curled into that lazy smile. “Not that long. I heard you got into bed with a shark,” he replied smoothly, his voice carrying a mocking warmth. “Funny, I always thought you were the shark. Seems you’re losing your touch Alexander.”I clenched my jaw, choosing to let the insult sit between us rather than snap back immediately. I knew men like Victor, men who thrived on pushing buttons just to see how much control you really had. “Not a shark, more like a little snake I will take care of soon. I’m still the shark you know, don’t get it twisted”His smile wi

Michael’s povSomewhere in the city.I walked into the ballroom, and every head turned……they always do. It's not bragging if it's true. The clinking of champagne glasses, the shiny chandeliers, the low talk about money, it all felt like home. These parties are less for fun and more for planning, and I'm one of the best at playing this game.I caught my reflection in a mirrored pillar and smirked. My dark hair was styled just right, my olive skin glowed under the lights, and my jawline was sharp. The black tux fit perfectly, custom-made, of course. My dad always said, “If you're going to be a jerk, at least look good doing it”. I moved through the crowd, shaking hands and smiling at people that meant nothing to me. Every chat was an act, and tonight, I was the star. My name still matters – Michael Leclair, set to take over Leclair International and the guy that almost brought Alexander Veyron to his knees once upon a time. Alex……I signed. The one person that still has a place in my h

Ethan’s povThe café he picked was way out of the city, a little spot by the coast, hidden in the hills. It was the last place you would expect to find Larry Havelock, a man who basically ran half the country.When I got there, it was quiet, almost peaceful. Warm light came from inside, and soft music was playing. My hands were shaking as I opened the door. He was already there, sitting by the window, looking totally calm in his suit, with perfect posture as usual.“Ethan”, he said when I came closer. His voice was smooth, and even kind. “To tell you the truth, I didn’t believe you would show”. I sat down across from him. Yeah right, like he had given me a choice.“You know I would”.He grinned “Okay fine, I knew you would. You're so predictable when it comes to your sister”.A waitress walked over and he ordered coffee without asking what I wanted. After she left, it was silent. I heard the espresso machine humming and some people chatting nearby. My father leaned back, watching m

Alex’s povFinally, some progress. Maybe, just maybe, I could breathe tonight. My thought went back to Ethan. I had been avoiding him since the confrontation. I told myself it was for his own good, that I needed time to cool off. Truth was, I just didn’t know how to face him without losing control again.I missed him. God help me, I did.Back at my office, I loosened my tie and buzzed Sophia. “Call Laurent. Tell him to take some of his newest designs, both shoes and accessories to the penthouse. Everything should fit Ethan. I want him dressed for tonight.”Sophia hesitated. “Yes, sir. For an event?”“For something better,” I said. “And Sophia……make sure he gets the best.”I hung up and leaned back, smiling faintly. It had been a long week. Too long. Time to make things right, or at least the kind of right I understood. When I arrived at the penthouse that evening, the elevator doors opened to chaos.Racks of clothing and accessories filled the living room silk shirts, tailored suits,