Bound By A Billionaire's Contract

Bound By A Billionaire's Contract

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Ava Rosen never expected her life to fall apart in a single night. Broke, exhausted, and drowning under hospital bills, the last thing she needs is to spill coffee on a stranger, especially when that stranger turns out to be Damian Blackwell, the city's most feared billionaire. Cold, brilliant, and impossibly controlled, Damian is the one man she should never cross. But instead of destroying her, he makes her an offer: pretend to be his fiancée for six months, and he will save her family from financial ruin. Ava wants to refuse, but desperation traps her. Soon, she is pulled into Damian's glittering world of luxury, secrets, and ruthless power. His rules are strict. His temper is dangerous. His attention is intoxicating. And falling for him violates every clause of their contract. But as enemies close in and buried truths rise to the surface, Ava realizes the greatest threat is not Damian's world, it's the possibility that she might lose her heart to the man who swore he could never love her.

Chapter 1 THE ACCIDENT

Ava Rosen balanced the tray of steaming coffees with her left hand while her right fumbled with a stack of napkins. The morning rush at Bean Haven was merciless, a flood of customers determined to test her patience-and her coordination. Mondays were the worst, but then every day felt like a battle when she was twenty-two, broke, and trying desperately to keep her father's medical bills from burying them alive. Every tip counted, every spilled drop felt like a personal failure.

She had just picked up a to-go cup when her coworker called out, "Order for... Blackwell!"

Ava froze. The name echoed like a bell of doom. Blackwell. The city's most notorious billionaire. Cold, ruthless, untouchable. Rumors swirled about his genius, his power, his temper-but she had never seen him in person. And now, here he was. In her café.

Ava took a deep breath. Keep it together, Rosen. Just a customer. Just coffee. No panic.

She maneuvered through the crowded tables, focusing on keeping the tray level. And then, as if fate were conspiring against her, someone bumped her from behind.

The tray tipped.

"Oh no-!"

Steam and coffee leapt into the air, dark liquid flying in a perfect arc across the floor-and, more importantly, across the man standing by the window. His tailored charcoal suit was drenched in steaming coffee. Ava's stomach twisted painfully.

"I-I'm so sorry! I didn't see-someone pushed me-I can clean it! I'll pay for it! Please!" she stammered, panic rising in her chest.

He raised a single hand, his gaze fixing her where she stood. One look, and the world seemed to shrink, leaving only the two of them.

"Stop," he said. One word. Sharp. Measured. Absolute.

Ava froze. Every muscle in her body locked.

His eyes were storm-grey, calm yet dangerous, like a tempest restrained by sheer force of will. They scanned her, unblinking, as if reading every thought, every fear, every ounce of her vulnerability. And she felt naked under that gaze.

And then it clicked.

Blackwell. Damian Blackwell.

A shiver ran down her spine. The man everyone whispered about, feared, admired, and hated, stood before her, drenched in coffee. And it was all her fault.

"Oh my God," she whispered, shaking. "I didn't mean-"

"You can't afford this suit," he said flatly, with a precision that cut sharper than any insult.

Ava's cheeks burned. He was right, but pride flared stubbornly. "I-I can pay for dry cleaning. I'll do whatever you want-"

He didn't answer. He just observed her, and the intensity of his stare made her feel like she was teetering on the edge of some impossible precipice. The air between them was thick, taut, charged. She hated the heat rising in her chest-the way her pulse spiked, the flutter in her stomach, the tingling awareness of him.

The café manager rushed over, panicked. "Sir, please, we can cover the cleaning. We'll compensate-"

"I don't want compensation," Damian said, his voice low and deliberate. His eyes never left hers. "I want assurance."

Ava swallowed. Assurance? Of what?

"You're new here," the manager continued, "it was an accident-"

"Accidents," Damian cut in smoothly, "always have consequences."

Ava's throat tightened. She wanted to disappear into the floor. Was this a threat? A warning? Or something worse?

"Are you... going to fire me?" she asked, her voice barely audible.

He paused, and the silence stretched long enough for her imagination to run wild. Then:

"No."

Relief and fear collided in her chest, leaving her trembling.

But then he leaned slightly closer, and his gaze pierced her like a laser. "But we're not finished."

"Finished?" she echoed, heart hammering.

"Yes." His lips twitched, almost imperceptibly, as if amused by the storm raging inside her. "You and I will have a discussion. Later. About responsibility. And consequences. You should be prepared."

Ava's knees felt weak. She wanted to protest, to argue, to flee-but she couldn't. Something in his presence, in the controlled power radiating from him, made it impossible to move. She felt heat creep up her neck, awareness of her body she didn't want to admit.

"W-what about the suit?" she asked, desperate to shift focus.

He waved a hand dismissively. "The suit can be replaced. You can't be."

The words hit her like a thunderclap.

Her manager muttered under his breath, "She's done for..."

Ava wanted to scream, to laugh, to cry. Her life was already messy, chaotic, and now a man who could crush her with a single glance had made it infinitely more complicated.

And yet... something else flickered. Something she couldn't name. Desire? Fear? Respect? Confusion? Every nerve in her body was alive, alert, trembling, anticipating, even though she hated that she felt it.

Before she could recover, he straightened and turned on his heel. Each step echoed in the quiet aftermath like a drumbeat in her chest.

Ava sank into a chair, shaking, staring at the spot where he had stood. She could still feel the weight of his gaze lingering, a spark that was dangerous, exciting, and completely consuming.

Her manager approached quietly. "You... you didn't get fired."

Ava let out a shaky laugh. "No, I didn't."

"Lucky," the manager said. "Most people-after spilling coffee on Blackwell-don't survive the day."

Ava whispered, almost to herself, "I... I think I just invited a tornado into my life."

Little did she know, the storm had only just begun. Damian Blackwell didn't forget. He didn't forgive. And somehow, inexplicably, he wasn't done with her yet.

Her pulse was erratic, her chest tight, and the memory of those storm-grey eyes haunted her. Somewhere deep inside, a quiet, dangerous spark of curiosity flared. She hated him already-and she hated herself for being unable to stop thinking about him.

The morning rush returned. Orders called, machines whirred, and customers demanded attention, but Ava couldn't focus. Every movement felt sluggish, every sound distant. All she could think about was the man who had just stepped out of her life-and into her thoughts, her body, and now, apparently, her future.

She would see him again. She knew it. And when she did... she didn't know if she would survive the intensity

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