All Chapters of Accidentally Contracted To The Billionaire CEO: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Andrei's POV Hands laid firmly on Jeremy's chest, a hard shove follows, “Don't you dare try to deny it, you son of a bitch! You're the one who did it. Dirty bastard, you killed Jamie and left her body here, What's your game, huh? Trying to set me up?!” “You're pointing fingers awful fast, Andrei. Maybe you should take a hard look at your alibi before accusing me. Timing's not on your side, is it? I'm sure you saw me pull in. How could I have possibly committed the crime in the last two minutes?” “Don't think I'm oblivious to your checkered past, Jeremy. You've been around the block a few times.” “Listen, I've paid my dues and changed my ways. I don't know what you're insinuating, but I've never seen that woman before. She means nothing to me.” “Cut the act. No one's gonna believe that you were just taking a midnight stroll through my office building for no reason.” Jeremy throws his hands up, looking all innocent. “I have no clue what you're on about. I'm telling you, m

Andrei's POV I've known Paul for what feels like an eternity — through thick and thin, ups and downs. He's been more than just a friend or colleague; he's been my rock, my confidant, my partner in every sense. But lately, I've been plagued by doubts, serious doubts. Now, I'm faced with the unsettling possibility that Paul might be involved in all this chaos. The thought alone makes my stomach turn. Could the one person I've trusted with my life be the very one betraying me? It's a question I never thought I'd have to ask, but here I am, wondering if our years of friendship and loyalty have been nothing more than a clever ruse. It's a real pain in the neck dealing with him and his issues. If only he could get his act together and start behaving like a decent human being, maybe things would run more smoothly. But no, he's vanished into thin air. I'm talking zero trace, zero communication. It's like he never existed. And the worst part? He was the last person I sent to fet

Brielle's POV The bathroom's lavish decor is truly fit for royalty, brimming with lavish details that dazzle the senses. My gaze is darting everywhere, drinking in the luxurious marble floors, gold fixtures, and the crazy exotic scents too. I inhale deeply, the scent of vanilla bean Noel and caramelized amber envelops me, transporting me to a world of tranquility. It's like my worries are dissolving in a warm bubble bath. But, just as I'm about to surrender to the bliss, my conscience decides to stage an intervention. 'Hey, snap out of it! This isn't a five-star hotel – it's a hostage situation!' I blink back to reality. That’s me, standing there like a deer in the headlights, trying to process the cognitive dissonance of being held hostage in a palace of caramel-scented luxury. As if the situation couldn’t get any more lavish, I spot freaking sauna – a real-life, steam-emitting temple of zen – nestled in the corner of this already-insane bathroom. It's weird how the

Andrei's POV Those piercing blue eyes, like sapphires shining bright, visible behind the ornate red Venetian mask, ring a bell deep within me. They're eyes I've gazed into countless times, eyes that have sparkled with laughter, shone with tears, and burned with passion. They're Brielle's eyes. In them, I see fear, but I also see fire, the spark that tells me she's still fighting, still holding on. And that's all I need to see. That's all I need to know. She's no coward, something's got her spooked and I won't let her down. My hand falls away from her arm, and gently hand her the papers. “Here, take it.” She looks up at me, her eyes wide, as she takes the papers. I want to reach out, wrap my arms around her, and shield her from all this. I can't. And it's torture unlike any other. She slips away. I pray to whatever gods are out there that she comes back to me, holding on to the thought that as soon as she hands over those papers, she'll be free — free to come back to me, to lea

Brielle's POV. “How long are you gonna keep me here?” I demand, chasing after my captor, determined to get some answers before he vanishes again, “Show yourself, you coward! What else do you want from me?” He doesn't slow his stride, his silence only heightening my agitation. “Damn it, answer me!” He pivots to face me, features obscured by a black, balaclava erasing any hint of humanity. “You think you're in a position to demand answers, Monroe?” “Yes, I am!” I fire back, “You got what you wanted from Andrei. He held up his end of the deal. Now let me go!” “You're not going anywhere. Not until I'm finished with you.” “Think again, hotshot I’m not some damsel in distress, waiting to be saved. You can shove your twisted game straight up your…" I bite back profanity. He tilts his head, his balaclava doing little to conceal the malicious mirth that dances in his eyes. “Spunk like that is why Andrei picked you.” "Enough of this sick game! If you're going to take my life, then