Bound To The Billionaire's Cruel Contract

t hammered against her ribs, keeping pace with the relentless ticking of the wall clock. Every second that passed without Dr. Adler wal

t the end of the ste

e. The air in the corridor seemed to instantly drop ten degrees. He wore a tailored charcoal suit that screa

s stride. A low, derisive scoff left his lips, a soun

to defend herself against the gold-digger label he had branded her with four years ago. But the thought of he

Adler walked out, a thin manila folder in his hands.

from hours of standing, gave out. She s

rs digging into her flesh just enough to steady her. The second she found her balance, he r

. He couldn't meet Carissa's eye

all the oxygen ou

ning her cold cheeks. She grabbed the lapels of the doctor's white coat, her f

abbed Carissa by the back of her collar, and yanked her away from the doctor.

ere is one last, highly risky option. A savior sibling

bled backward, her spine hitting t

slits. He stepped toward the doctor.

's charts on his tablet. "The success rate for in-vitro right now is less than ten per

essing her like a piece of defective merchandise on an auction bl

her nails into her own sleeves. "No. Absolute

hard against her chest. The crisp paper fluttered to the floor. "Drop the fake purity act, Carissa. Name your price to have this chi

raised her hand, aiming a sl

face inches from hers, his breath smelling of mint and black coffee. "If you don't cooperate," he whisp

arms went limp. The fight in her eyes shatter

nd walked toward the ICU viewing window

lay there, a tiny, skeletal frame swallowed by tubes

n his sleep. The movement tugged at a wire, sendin

a sledgehammer to the chest. It br

t, glancing at his Patek Philippe watch

away, the sharp clack of his leather shoes echoi

floor. She pressed her palm against the window, right where Isadore'

warm water. Carissa looked up, her eyes so

n the cold had seeped into her bones,

he floor, picked it up, and ripped it into tiny, jagged pieces. She dropped the shred