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The Billionaire Revenge Contract

Chapter 9 Spilled Coffee, Shattered Hope

Word Count: 1214    |    Released on: 18/03/2025

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he was handsome, but looking up closer, he was even more handsome. What am I even doing? He wronged m

e. I flinched, moving away from him, calmly expecting the cons

t of him, await

your room," he mu

like

ng? This is unlike the man I married; he wo

ts swirled in my mind, and I couldn't give answers to any of them. I co

he bed, I grabbed my phone and replied to Erica's messages. She had been askin

-he's not human, so such seductive

properly on the bed. I used the duvet to cover mys

have such beautiful features? He's too handsome for his devilish character. Everything about Logan lin

gh the curtains, gently coaxing me awake. A smile tugged at my lips as I

ife isn't the best right now, I have hope-Logan might fall in love with me. The

to the bathroom. I had my bath, put on a white short gown, and packed

y way to the living room, I texted Erica and my dad-the o

adam Nova, but I couldn't see her. I thought she we

t makes him human," I muttered, correcting my thoughts. Deep down, I

ake Logan coffee? That might help him fall in lov

xing everything with a spoon. I put the cup on a tray and started walking to L

aving. I couldn't stop imagining Logan d

ou want?"

? Anyway, I'm not gi

lied, my cheerful tone contr

heard any words. Then, I concluded that

pacious. I thought he put me in one of the best rooms, but I now understand that he had been discriminating ag

back to me. The sounds of his keyboard filled the room. Why

arefully as I tried to avoid spilling it o

yesterday was back; he was now looking venomous. What have I gotten myself int

fee," he snapped, his eyes flash

changing. He hasn't changed; he was just in a good mood last night. In an

you'd need it,"

him coffee. What was I thinking? Why did I come to his room? I've always been clumsy. I never knew my fooli

ed. I began thanking God inwardly-he just told me to drink it;

collect it, he dropped it on the floor. The shattering glass made me move bac

e shattered glass and the spilled coffee. My gaze moved over to Logan, half-expecting a look of shock, but inste

ee is on the floor.

friendly expression

k it

the three words rang in my

to clean it," I utter

but you process it

ffee, with y

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