Bound To My Billionaire Contract Lover

Chapter Two

Author's pov

Ten years later

A private jet landed at LaGuardia Airport. As the packing apron was emptied for the arrival of the town's very special and long-awaited guest,

Six men dressed in an all-black suit and leather shoes waited patiently by the Maybach Exelero packed in front of the plane for the arrival of one of New York's goodness.

Letting down the air stairs, the six men immediately went towards the airplane and waited by the stairs to welcome her.

She got out of the plane, putting on her sunglasses and face mask, before climbing down the stairs.

She rolled down the window of the car as soon as she sat in it, breathing in New York's air after such a long time.

If someone had told her earlier that she had returned to New York this year, she would have groaned and called that person a liar, but here she is now, she thought, chuckling inwardly.

She was only here because she had to fulfill one of her grandfather's last wishes. The old man was still trying to be the peacemaker, even after leaving.

She looked through the window. "Not much, though." She murmured as she saw some landmarks that were there before she left, still existing.

Rolling the window back up and leaning against the car seat, she takes a deep breath. She was about to not only meet but also live with her family after more than ten years.

Why couldn't she just continue her life without them? She ruffled her hair a bit.

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Milos Pov

"Bella is back." Samuel said, barging into Milo's office.

He raised his head from the file, closing it and giving him his full attention.

"What's your plan?" He asked, taking his seat in front of the black office desk.

"I am not sure yet; by either way, I am not giving up my company; definitely, we're going to have to get married." Milos replied, rubbing his forehead slightly.

He has been stressed lately, trying to come up with a plan to save his empire.

"If she's still the same Bella, then I'm pretty sure we shouldn't have much stress, considering the fact that she had a crush on you." Samuel added.

"And considering the way I brushed her feelings for me away in the past, I don't really think she would want to have anything to do with me." Milos said, his eyebrows raised high.

"Well. " He said he was getting up on his feet.

"Where are you going?" Samuel asked to follow his friend out of the room.

"If she's in town, I might as well show my face and let her know the trouble we both are in." He said he was putting on his glasses and sliding into the back seat of his black Bugatti Veyron.

"The Harrison's Mansion." He ordered.

She stepped out of the car, looking around a bit, before making her way into the mansion.

"Milos." Mr. Harrison called out, surprised.

He quickly smiled, bowing a little to greet him as a sign of respect.

"Good afternoon, sir."

"Don't be silly; Milos has told you many times to call me uncle; even better, Dad, since you are about to get married to her." Mr. Harrison said, chuckling, but even that didn't ease the nervous expression on his face.

Milos smiled, fully aware of the situation on the ground.

"I heard that she's back." He went straight to the point.

Mr. Harrison nodded his head, letting out a sigh.

"I wish we could give her some time, though; she's not even talking to any of us yet." He said, looking at Milos, hoping the boy understood.

"We don't have much time, sir. The council is on our necks; we need to give them something by next week. She already delayed time by coming in now.. He stated that he was trying to make the man see how urgent the situation on the ground was.

Mr. Harrison nodded his head towards the stairs, sighing once more.

Milos quickly made his way up the stairs; no one had to direct him to his destination, as he had been here quite a lot in the past.

He stood in front of her floor, taking a deep breath, before tapping his knuckle against the door.

Seconds turned into minutes, and he raised his hands up in an attempt to knock on more, but the door opened, revealing a replica copy of the love of his life.

He got himself before he let out the gasp that threatened to leave his lips.

Bella looked at him, her brows furrowed together. It wasn't that she wasn't familiar with the face; she just couldn't help but wonder why he was standing in front of her.

"The Bailey room is on the other floor." She said it in a bored tone, snapping Milos out of his trance.

"An information I already know." He stated this before rudely making his way into her room.

Bella turned around, looking at the man who took his seat on the couch in her room, crossing his legs over each other like he owned the place.

He pulled out something from his inner suit pocket, stretching it towards her.

She looked at him from the door, not attempting to make a move at first, before working towards him, knowing fully well he wasn't going to leave now.

What a warm welcome! She scoffed, taking the cards out of his hands.

She tore it open, her eyes dancing around the words written on it, before slightly getting wide.

Her head snapped up to look at him, a gasp leaving her mouth as she tried to form words to say.

It's an engagement card, with her name boldly written next to his.

What the hell was going on? She yelled inwardly.

"Okay, I will get straight to the point, Bella." Milos said, uncrossing his legs.

"What do you want to make possible?"We don't have much time," he asked, looking at her.

She looked at him, still in shock.

"What the hell is this? And what do you mean by we don't have much time??"She yelled at him, marching towards him and stopping a few meters away.

She raised her eyebrows, looking at him.

"What I am saying, Bella, is that we have to get married soon, for some reason that I am not going to explain to you since I did not birth you. So put on your big girl pants and let's talk. What the f**k do you want to make it happen sooner?"He yelled out in frustration.

Bella's eyes widen.

"I think you should go." She glared at him.

"Bella, what are your conditions?" He asked again, letting out a frustrated sigh, ignoring her request for him to leave.

"Are you asking me to sell myself to you?" She glared at him, annoyed.

"More like give out your condition. I mean, what do you want, Bella? Is it a mansion? Company? What are your conditions? We need to make it clear that the sooner we do, the earlier we get married.."He said, looking at her colly.

Bella could feel herself boiling inside from rage; she couldn't believe he thought of her this way. She was like some cheap w***e who could sell herself.

"Nonsense." She whispered, turning around to leave and demand an explanation from her parents.

He stood up, quickly grabbing her arms.

"I don't have time for this nonsense, Bella. So you listen and listen clearly. He said this before stepping forward, putting his lips beside her ear.

"You choose between becoming my wife or having me as your husband. Either way, I am not dancing to your nonsense tunes." He whispered before releasing her arm and stepping back as a knock came on the door.

"Let's have a talk downstairs." Her father said,

Bella stared at them one after the other, reading the nervous expressions masked on everyone of them.

What exactly could they be up to? She couldn't help but ask herself.

"Look, is there going to be an explanation, or are we all going to sit here and stare at each other?" She asked in a slightly irritated tone.

They all looked at her before turning to each other, exchanging looks between themselves.

Bella could feel herself losing it, and she was literally about to burst any moment now.

"Calm down and let's talk for a moment, Bella." Her father called, making her turn her attention back to him.

Frowning slightly, she blew out a breath before taking her seat back.

Her father cleared his throat a bit before looking at her, then using his hands to rub his face in frustration.

"There's a slight issue on the ground, and only you can solve it." Her father spoke out grumpily with a grim expression on his face.

"And what exactly is the problem, and what connection does it have with Milos?" She asked me to fold my arms, trying to control her rapid heartbeat.

"In your great-grandfather's will, it states that one of his granddaughters is to marry one of his friend's sons." Her father said this, pausing a little to look at her before continuing.

"Because all his children were sons and his grandchild was also a boy, it was shifted to his great-grandchildren." Her father said, looking at her wearily.

"But Bailey is already engaged, leaving you as the only available granddaughter." Her father completed it.

"Look, Bella, we are trying our best to reason with the board and council, but they just won't listen to us." Her mother said it pleadingly, joining her hands together in front of her daughters.

" So! It clearly stated that the first granddaughter is right, so why are you all being biased?"Bella corrected them, repeating the emphasis on the word first, trying to let them know that their plans weren't going to work.

She chuckled darkly. "Not even a day is here, and my soul is already sold out."

They all looked down, silencing and engulfing everywhere.

She was about to open her mouth when some police barged into the house.

"Yes, how can we help you, officers?" She asked, walking towards them.

"Miss Bella Liam Harrison?" They asked

Bella got up, nodding her head with a confused expression written all over her face.

"A letter has been sent to our office issuing a warrant for an arrest for Miss Bella Liam Harrison." They said, pulling out a sheet of paper, then going towards her to cuff her hands.

"What the heck is going on here?" Her father's voice boomed around the living room, while the others stood looking equally confused.

"On what charges, if I may ask?" She looked at them, trying to control her anger.

"Charges for involvement in the death of Mr. Andrew Harrison" They stated this before pulling her away.

"Call the lawyer fast." Mr. Harrison yelled at his wife, following his daughter behind.

Milos immediately pulled out his phone.

"Something just happened in Harrison's mansion. I need you to clear everything; no word must go out. Gather the team. Not only Harrison's reputation is at stake here, but also that of Smith's future daughter-in-law. He barked into the phone, rushing into the car.

Unknown Pov

Thirty Minutes Later...

A woman stood behind the window curtain, looking at the screen unfolding beneath her. She knew they would do everything in their power to release her, but she never knew it would be this soon.

Picking up her cell phone, she dialed the number on it with shaking hands.

"Would you look at that? She finally remembers me today." The man at the other end spoke sarcastically into the phone.

"They've let her go, Antonio." She said it with a broken voice as she tried her best to swallow back the sobs trying to escape from her throat.

"It was bound to happen." The man responded, his playful, sarcastic voice now replaced with a deadly one.

" No! No! But not this soon; she did not suffer; they cleared everything as if nothing happened." She screamed, holding the phone in a tight grip.

She wanted him to hear her pain; she wanted him to know that nothing was alright at this moment and that she was close to losing her sh*t soon.

Since that accident 15 years ago, her life has not been the same. She wakes up every morning, hoping to look out the window and see all their corpses being brought out of the house. But every time she looked through that window, all she saw was joy on their faces.

"You need to calm down, Cara. As I told you before, we need to plan our steps carefully if we want to succeed in this game." He said it with a smoother voice, trying his best to calm her down.

"Well, she's out now, and they have her, so I'm not sure we will be able to get her again." She replied, taking a deep breath to calm her raging nerves.

"Don't worry, she will pay for this, okay?"

The woman chuckled darkly before saying

"I don't want to hold onto anymore fake promises from you, Antonio, because this is all your fault; if you had married me from the beginning, then this wouldn't have happened, and she would still be right here with us. But you chose the other b***h and your family over us, and now I am here all alone," she said in one breath, her voice getting darker with each passing second.

The man on the other side blew out a frustrating breath, showing distaste over the sensitive topic they just entered.

"Cara, please get some sleep now; I am not in the mood to go over this again."" He answered with frustration clearly showing in his voice: "She was his daughter, and he wouldn't wish her anything bad, but it looks like this woman was forever going to paint him black.

Hanging up the phone in anger, she held it tightly in her hands before throwing it against the wall, letting out a scream.

"She was a bad mother; now she knows." She muttered repeatedly, hugging her knees to her chest and grabbing a fistful of her hair.

With different images flashing through her eyes, she let out a scream before getting on her feet and making her way to the top layer of the building.

She stood on top of the concrete, looking down; she wanted to end it all.

Life was chocking her, and she wasn't strong enough to resist it. With that thought in mind, she jumped off the building.

She looked at the papers in her hands; it was her last hope, and she would stop at nothing to make this engagement work out.

She looks down at the card.

' Bella Harrison Weds Milos Smith.' She crumpled the card in her palm.