Bound To The Billionaire's Cruel Contract

ates estate on Long Island's Gold Coast. The driver muttered something un

whipping her dark hair across her face. She stared up at the towering stone wal

wo silent maids flanking him. He was a tall, gaunt man with a sharp nose and thinning gray hair combed flat

sh accent was flawless and coated in ice. H

wling lawns, past sculpted hedges and marble fountains that belonged in a pal

ected to keep up without complaint. She followed him down a long corridor lined with oil portraits of Gates ancestors, their

the nursery door. Before she could push it open, a wo

's bed, holding a children's book. She had honey-blonde hair swept into an elega

ent and turned. Imogene Cl

e walked to the door. She stepped into the hallway and pulled the hea

y lips. She extended a hand. The massive diamond on her ring finger caught

in pierced her chest, but she kept her ha

closer, her voice dropping to a pitying whisper, her perfume cloying and sweet. "Tak

so useless, Guilford wouldn't have had

cold. She leaned in close. "You bottom-feeding tr

ence swallowing the space instantly. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp cheekbones and

th tears. She rushed to Guilford, wrapping her slender finger

ogene and slammed into Carissa. "You will follow th

owerful couple. Her heart squeezed tight. But she l

e nursery door open. "Go look at the bo

mogene's victorious smirk, walked into th

ir was thin and patchy from treatment, his small body fragile under the white sheets.

eely, soaking into the pristine white bedsheets. "I'm so

hanical hiss of the ventilator. Every rise and

muffled voices of Imogene and Guilford. Imogene wa

ve into her ears like needles. A brutal remi

. Finally, a sharp knock from Al

leep. She stumbled, gripping the edge

ned the door and stepped into the empty, luxurious hallway,