Bound To The Billionaire's Cruel Contract

Her heart pounded against her ribs, matching the steady tick of the wall clock. Every second that passed w

e end of the steri

ce fast. The air in the corridor dropped ten degrees. He wore a tailored charcoal suit that screamed

't slow down. A low scoff left his lips, t

at him, to fight back against the gold-digger label he'd branded her with four years ago. But he

alked out, a thin manila folder in his hands. His s

hours of standing on that hard floor, buck

is fingers digging in just enough to steady her. The second she found her balance,

. He wouldn't meet Carissa's eye

all the air out

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

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

s hand. "There is one last option. Highly risky. A savior s

umbled backward, her spine hitti

. He stepped toward the doctor. "

s tablet, turning the screen toward Guilford. "Success rate for in-vitro right now is und

rissa, assessing her like defective merchandise on an auc

ils digging into her own sleeves. "No.

check, and threw it hard against her chest. The crisp paper fluttered to the floor. "Drop the act, Carissa. Name your p

. She raised her hand, a

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

ent limp. The fight in her eyes shattered,

nd walked toward the ICU viewing window

re lay there, a tiny frame swallowed by tubes and

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

a square in the chest. It b

irt, glancing at his Patek Philippe.

away, the sharp clack of his leather shoes echoi

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

of warm water. Carissa looked up. Her eyes w

n the cold had seeped into her bones,

he floor, picked it up, and ripped it into tiny pieces. She dropped the shreds into t