Billionaire's Betrayal a contracted revenge (Aurelia) novel Chapter 55

Chapter 55

Chapter 55

Aurelia’s POV

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“What’s going on?” My voice came out small in all that cold glass. “Where is Rieck? Why have you brought me here?”

Hebvron didn’t answer any of it. He raised one hand from the head of his cane and turned it over slowly, towards the chair at his right.

“Sit down.”

It wasn’t a request. Nothing he said ever was.

Crossing the long room toward him on legs that didn’t feel like mine, the table seemed to stretch on forever, and the closer I came the stronger the smell grew, cigar smoke gone cold and old leather, the smell I had learned to dread because it always came just before bad news. I pulled out the chair and sat.

Up close his scarred face was patient, almost kind, which was somehow worse than cruel. His pale eyes moved over me the way a man reads a column of figures, hunting for the number that didn’t add up.

He said nothing and I said nothing. The silence pressed down until I could hear my own heartbeat in my ears, until I wanted to fill it with anything at all just to make it stop, and I understood that this was the point. He let people drown in his quiet. He had taken the whole room into his hand without once raising his voice, and even the air seemed to wait on him.

“He is the one in charge here,” I thought. “Not Rieck. Him. He has always been the one in charge.”

When he finally spoke, his voice was smooth and unhurried, the voice of a man reading out the terms of something already decided.

“Do you know what a contract truly is, Aurelia?” He didn’t wait for me to answer. “It’s a promise with teeth. Both sides give, both sides take, and when one side fails to deliver, the teeth come out.” He tapped a single finger on the glass. “You signed a very particular promise. You would give this family an heir. In return, you would be handed the man who wronged you, to break as you saw fit. That was the clause. That was the whole

of it.”

My hands knotted together in my lap.

“And yet here we are,” he went on, gentle, which from him was the cruelest tone of all. “A marriage in its place. A husband doing his part. And still, after all these months, no child. No heir.” He tilted his head. “You are not with child. You never have been.”

The room tilted. I opened my mouth and nothing came out. My hand found its way to my lips the way it always did when the floor dropped out from under me, pressing the sound back before it could escape.

How did he know? The report. The doctor. The lasting damage, the chances so low they were almost none. I had hidden that paper under the lining of a drawer.

And if the heir was the whole of the clause, if that single promise was the teeth he spoke of, then I had failed it completely. Which meant the other half, my half, the one thing that had kept me on my feet through every

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cold week of this marriage, was his to take back whenever it pleased him. Dawson. My revenge. The only

I had signed my name away on a rainy night with a stranger’s pen.

I felt the ground shift under me, and I gripped the cold edge of the chair as if I could hold my whole life in place with two hands. He watched me arrive at the understanding on my own. That was the cruelest part of him. He laid the trap, then sat back to enjoy the moment you walked into it without being pushed.

“I” My voice cracked. I tried again. “I’m sorry. It is not for want of trying. The doctor said there was damage, from the pills, from what Dawson….

“Stop.” He raised one hand. “I didn’t bring you here for an apology. I have no use for them. An apology is what people offer when they have nothing else left to give.” He set the hand back on the cane. “And as it happens. you are not nearly as empty-handed as you fear.”

I stared at him. “I don’t understand.”

“No. I imagine you don’t.” Something close to amusement crossed his ruined face. “A few weeks ago I looked at you and saw exactly what everyone else saw. A soft little orphan plucked off a rainy street. A womb with a contract attached to it. and a poorly performing one at that.” He let the words land, watched them cut, and didn’t care that they did. “And then you walked into Dawson Valerius’s grand party with nothing but a borrowed name and a steady hand, and you took the most careful man I have ever known and made him a laughing stock in front of the whole city. No blood. No noise. No trace at all. Only a clever woman and a few quiet minutes.”

He leaned forward, and for the first time the patience in his eyes sharpened into something with true hunger

behind it.

“That,” he said softly, “is worth a great deal more to me than a child. Children are common. Anyone at all can make one. But a woman who can walk into a locked room and bring a powerful man to his knees without a single soul seeing her hand, that is a rare thing. That is a useful thing.”

My breath went thin. “Useful how?”

For a long moment he only studied me, weighing whether I was ready to hear it, and the cold of the room seemed to sink deeper into my bones, because a man like Hebvron didn’t call you useful unless he had already decided exactly where he meant to use you.

“How?” I said again, louder. Tell me what you mean.”

Just then the doors at the far end of the room swung open.

The air changed before I even turned. that sudden shift in weight and temperature I would have known anywhere.

Rieck crossed the floor without once looking at me, came to a stop at his father’s side, and the pressure of the two of them together in that cold glass box lifted the small hairs along my arms.

Hebvron pushed himself up on his cane, slow and satisfied, the way a man rises from a table where he has already won the hand.

I sat very still between the two of them, the cold patriarch and his colder son, and I had never in my life felt smaller, or more like a single piece being slid across a board by hands that would never think to ask the piece

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