All Chapters of The Billionaires Club: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

They say, “Money can’t buy you love.” but it does buy same-day results of a paternity test, especially if you have a phlebotomist waiting in the hall outside the courtroom to draw blood and a medical courier at the ready to transport your samples directly to a reputable private lab. A lab that was being paid to expedite the paternity test as soon as the biological samples were received.And that was precisely what happened minutes after Grace said, “I’ll take the deal.”Sophia yelled, “What deal.” The Judge beamed at Grace. The bailiff gallantly helped Grace down from the stand, and Jameson looked like a genie had just told him, ‘Of course, you can wish four more wishes.’It was complete chaos as they followed Grace and Sebastian out of the courtroom, and Celine couldn’t believe their plan had worked. But she saw it with her own eyes, and there was no doubt about it. Grace was submitting to a blood draw right there in the hall, behind a portable privacy screen.The next thing Celine kn

The street outside Sebastian’s penthouse was packed with the hustle and bustle of New Yorkers getting off work. Usually, she liked to spend rush hour seated by a window with a nice cup of coffee, watching the flow of people go by. Far better than joining in the crush of humanity that made her pulse pound and her chest constrict. But today, avoiding what chased her outweighed her fear of crowds, and she looked forward to the obscurity of losing herself in a sea of people. Stepping off the landing, she merged into the current of bodies and let them carry her in the direction of her hotel and hoped one would notice her shame or the hot tears she reluctantly shed.At least, that was the plan. She hadn’t counted on Sebastian’s determination not to let her escape. She screamed when hands grasped her from behind and turned her around. She caught a brief look at his face and saw anger in his eyes. Then he crushed her against his body, encircled her with his arms, and held her while she sobbe

She saw red, and if it weren’t for Yuri guiding her around tables by the elbow, she would have marched over, grabbed Sebastian by the ear, and dragged him off like a naughty child. At least, that was what she fantasized about doing. How could he? It was supposed to be her by his side, not some…some…other woman. Why had he deviated from their plan, and why hadn’t he told her? He probably forgot all about her.Yuri got Celine a glass of Pinot Grigio and a whiskey for himself and sat in Sebastian’s seat to keep Celine company. She found out that Yuri was from Moscow and knew Sebastian from university. She hadn’t told him who she was, but he knew. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to guess. If their publicity or the seating arrangement hadn’t given her away, her watching Sebastian and the scarlet-haired harlot did.Yuri inclined his head toward Sebastian and asked, “Is that who you came with?”She sighed and sipped her wine. Celine was on her third glass and was a teensy-weensy bit tipsy

A throbbing, dull ache in her hip roused her early that morning, and she woke to the press of Sebastian’s body curled around her back. This was precisely why she did not want to sleep in a bed with him. She sighed happily. She loved everything about it—being his little spoon, warm and cozy, feeling his morning wood pressed against her backside. God, his smell. It robbed her of her reason.If things were different, she would be rubbing her ass against him and enticing him with morning sex. The kind where neither of them was awake as they fused, languidly chasing their climax. Fully waking mid-orgasm, screaming, then clenching and finally shuddering—good morning.Instead, Celine basked in his arms, fantasizing, and when that got old, she got curious and wanted to face him so she could watch him sleep. See his unguarded gentle features and maybe touch him without waking him. She hadn’t forgotten their fight or his harsh words, but it didn’t seem to matter when they were like this.She tu

Her lips throbbed, and she lifted a trembling hand to her mouth to capture the memory of his possessive kiss. “You are mine now, Celine, and it’s time I claimed what is mine.” And oh, how she wanted to blindly follow him to the bedroom and let him, but nothing between them was simple.“Sebastian.” was all she could get past the emotions. He kissed her tears and gently led her to sit on the couch, where he held her, stroked her, and told her it would be okay.When the tears finally ceased, she shyly smiled at him, embarrassed because she had cried. “Let’s talk,” Sebastian said, letting her go so he could face her.They were silent for a spell, and she waited quietly for him, too afraid to speak. He was so angry when he found out about the contract cancellation. She knew she hurt him, and she didn’t know how to undo his pain or how to proceed.“The day you came to me about a contract marriage, I would have said yes to anything if it meant I could be with you again.” He gave her a wry sm