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27. Where is my father? Is he okay?
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I stared out of the hospital window, the gray clouds matching my mood. The beeping of machines in the background and the sterile smell of antiseptic filled the private room where my father lay, his breathing shallow and labored. The doctors had been clear—their was nothing more they could do for my father, he wouldn’t survive much longer. Wasn't it just the accident, and wasn't he treated for that and I even had to get married to pay for it? Was there something, I wasn't aware of? My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. I turned to see Dr. Lawson, my father’s physician, Luke had hired him personally for my father. He entered the room and walked to my father's bedside. His expression was grave, and he looked like he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. "Annie," he began softly, "I know how difficult this is for you. But we’re running out of time, and we can no longer help your father. There is something I need to tell you, when you rushed your dad to the
A YEAR'S CONTRACT : Mr billionaire's wedding 29: You are still my wife Anne...
Luke's pov I left the office in a hurry, Luna had called to update me on how Anne was doing and she wasn't doing well. She had been by her father's side all day, crying her heart out. She had not eaten the whole day and it was only a matter of time before her body gave up. she had been through a lot today and I was the cause of part of her pain today. I remembered how she had reacted when I chose Megan and not her. I felt sadness in my heart, was I really falling for her? Do I really want to marry Megan for the sake of our baby? I was having so many doubts, I wasn't even sure whether the baby was mine. I was brought back to reality by my driver, informing me we had arrived at the hospital. I walked into the hospital and headed to Sage's room. The doctor had already told me everything about Sage's condition and as I opened the door to his room, i heard the saddest voice I had ever heard, her brokenness left a great pain in my heart. "I'm so sorry, dad. I don't know what els
A YEAR'S CONTRACT : Mr billionaire's wedding 30: promise me you will take care of her...
Anne's pov I stirred as the car came to a smooth stop, my head resting against his hard chest . I blinked my eyes open and found myself in front of a sprawling mansion, its grand facade illuminated by soft, golden lights that cast a warm glow over the neatly manicured gardens. The massive, intricately designed iron gates slowly swung open, revealing a long driveway lined with ancient oaks. Luke's driver turned off the engine and glanced back at his boss . "Sir, we're here," he said softly, almost as if he didn't want to startle me. Luke stepped out of the car and held the door for me to step out. As I stood outside, I couldn't help feeling small and out of place as I took in the grandeur before me. I had never seen a house so large, so magnificent. It was like something out of a dream, a world far removed from my own. The mansion was a blend of modern elegance and old-world charm, with tall windows that seemed to reach the sky and ivy crawling up the stone walls. A grand stairca
A YEAR'S CONTRACT : Mr billionaire's wedding 31: **After the Funeral**
WRITER'S POV The funeral had drained Anne of what little energy she had left. As the last mourner left the graveside, Luke gently guided her to the car. The ride back to the mansion was quiet, the silence filled with unspoken grief and exhaustion. Anne leaned her head against the window, the reality of her father's death still a heavy weight on her heart. When they arrived at the mansion, Luke helped her out of the car. Anne was too tired to notice the grandeur this time; all she wanted was to collapse somewhere safe. He led her inside, his hand steadying her as they walked through the hallways. The warmth and comfort of the mansion were a stark contrast to the cold reality she had just faced. Luke didn’t say much as he guided her to her room. He simply helped her out of her coat and shoes, then pulled back the covers on the bed. Anne sat down heavily, her movements slow and mechanical. “Get some rest,” Luke said softly, his voice filled with concern. “I’ll be here if you need an
A YEAR'S CONTRACT : Mr billionaire's wedding 32: The Breaking Point
WRITER'S POV The night after Luke's confrontation with Megan was a blur of emotions he couldn't fully process. His mind was spinning with guilt, confusion, and a sense of loss he hadn't expected. The weight of his decision—choosing responsibility over his own desires—hung heavily on his shoulders. Needing to escape, even if just for a few hours, Luke drove to the nearest club he knew. The place was dimly lit, with music pounding so loudly it reverberated in his chest. Luke barely noticed the people around him as he made his way to the bar and ordered a drink. Then another. And another. He needed to dull the thoughts swirling in his head, to forget the complications of his life, even if only for a while. Hours passed in a haze of alcohol and noise, but the escape Luke sought never fully arrived. His thoughts kept drifting back to Anne—to her quiet strength, her unwavering kindness, and the way she had stood by him despite everything. The more he drank, the more he realized just how
A YEAR'S CONTRACT : Mr billionaire's wedding 33: **Waking to Reality**
WRITER'S POV The first rays of dawn filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. Luke stirred first, blinking awake as the memories of the night before slowly came into focus. He felt the warmth of Anne’s body beside him and turned his head to see her still asleep, nestled against him.For a brief moment, everything felt right. But then, reality came crashing down, bringing with it a wave of guilt and confusion. Luke’s heart pounded in his chest as he realized what they had done, the line they had crossed in their vulnerability. The consequences, the complications—they all rushed back to him in an overwhelming flood.Anne began to stir, her eyelids fluttering open as she adjusted to the morning light. The first thing she noticed was the weight of Luke’s arm draped over her, the intimacy of their position. Her breath caught in her throat as the memories of the night before washed over her.She looked up at Luke, their eyes meeting in a moment of shared realizati
A YEAR'S CONTRACT : Mr billionaire's wedding 34: we'll take it one step at a time...
LUKE'S POV. Two days had passed since Anne left the mansion, and I felt every single hour of it. The mansion felt emptier than ever, a hollow shell of what it used to be, and the silence was deafening. I tried to keep myself busy, burying myself in work, but nothing could distract me from the nagging worry that gnawed at my thoughts. Anne hadn’t called, hadn’t sent a message, and with each passing hour, a feeling of unease grew in me. She had needed space, that much was clear, but something inside me told me this was different. The last time I had seen her, she had been so vulnerable, so broken by everything that had happened. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong, that she was out there, hurting, and I wasn’t there to help her. By the third day, I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed to know where she was, to make sure she was okay. I called my assistant, Thomas, and instructed him to find the address of Anne’s father’s house. “Are you sure, sir?” Thomas asked,
A YEAR'S CONTRACT : Mr billionaire's wedding 35: **The Burden of Secrets**
WRITER'S POV Megan sat alone in her apartment, the dim light of dusk filtering through the curtains as she stared at the photograph in her hand. It was an old picture of her and Luke, taken years ago when they were still so in love, back before everything fell apart. She traced the edges of the photo with her finger, her heart heavy with regret. She hadn’t planned for any of this to happen. When she came back to Luke, she was desperate, searching for a better life, lost in a whirlwind of emotions she could barely understand herself. She had wanted all for herself and then the baby came along and now, as the reality of her situation sank in, Megan couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of guilt. She had forced herself back into Luke’s life, but she wasn’t even sure if the child she carried was his. Her thoughts drifted back to two years ago, when everything had changed. It had been a time of hope and dreams for her and Luke, when their love seemed unbreakable. They had been
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Luke's pov The morning sun filtered through the windows, casting a warm glow over the mansion, but the atmosphere was still thick with the tension from the days before. Anne hadn’t said much since her mother’s press conference. Her emotions were a tangled mess of relief, anxiety, and anticipation. As I sat across from her at the breakfast table, I could see the exhaustion in her eyes. She looked up at me, offering a small, tired smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “What happens next?” she asked softly, her fingers playing absentmindedly with the edge of her mug. “We fight,” I said firmly. “We fight Sinclair, and we protect our family.” The weight of the situation hung heavy over both of us, but before we could delve deeper into the conversation, the sound of the doorbell interrupted us. I frowned, glancing at Anne, who shrugged. “I’ll get it,” I said, standing up and heading to the door. When I opened it, I was greeted by a group of impeccably dressed individuals, their pre
A YEAR'S CONTRACT : Mr billionaire's wedding 56: Rising from the Ashes
Luke's pov The next morning was quiet. The calm before the inevitable storm. Anne hadn’t left the house since the news broke, and I could feel the weight of everything crushing her. She was barely holding it together, and despite my best efforts to reassure her, I knew that every headline, every comment, every call was slowly chipping away at her strength. I couldn’t take it anymore. As much as I wanted to protect her, I felt helpless. The media wasn’t letting up. My parents were still furious, and Sinclair’s threats lingered like a shadow over us. But then, something happened that I hadn’t expected—something that would change the course of everything. The doorbell rang late in the morning, and I got up to answer it, expecting it to be another delivery of hateful letters or packages. Instead, when I opened the door, I found myself face-to-face with Anne’s mother, Margaret Devlin, the celebrity idol whose face was known worldwide. Today, though, she wasn’t the radiant, glamo
A YEAR'S CONTRACT : Mr billionaire's wedding 55: exposed
Luke's pov The world as I knew it crumbled overnight.I woke up to my phone vibrating relentlessly on the nightstand. It was still dark outside, and Anne was sound asleep beside me. When I grabbed the phone and glanced at the screen, I saw dozens of missed calls and messages, all from people I hadn’t heard from in years, along with the names of close friends, business associates, and—most concerningly—my parents.My stomach twisted as I opened one of the messages from Calla.**Calla:** *We have a problem. Check the news. Stay calm.*The words made my heart race, and I immediately swiped over to my news app. The first headline I saw hit me like a punch to the gut.**BREAKING NEWS: LUKE MAXWELL’S SECRET CONTRACT MARRIAGE EXPOSED! WIFE ACCUSED OF BEING A GOLDDIGGER.**I blinked, trying to process what I was seeing. It couldn’t be real. But it was. Below the headline was a photo of Anne and me, walking out of the courthouse on the day we signed the marriage papers. The article went into
A YEAR'S CONTRACT : Mr billionaire's wedding 54: A war on two fronts
Luke's pov I didn’t sleep much after the call from Sinclair. How could I? His words echoed in my mind, a sinister taunt that made my blood run cold. The way he so casually threatened Anne—and the baby—was a reminder that I was dealing with someone who had no moral lines. Someone who wouldn’t hesitate to destroy everything I cared about. By the time the sun rose, I was still sitting at my desk, staring at the half-empty glass of scotch in front of me. My head was pounding, and every muscle in my body was tense, ready to spring into action. But what action? That was the problem. I had no idea what Sinclair’s next move would be. The only thing I knew for sure was that I couldn’t let Anne find out about the call. Not yet. She had enough on her plate—dealing with her mother’s secrets, mourning her father, and now, the pregnancy. She didn’t need the added stress of knowing that Sinclair was threatening her life. I was going to have to handle this alone. --- Later that morning, after
A YEAR'S CONTRACT : Mr billionaire's wedding 53: protecting what matters
Luke's pov I’ve faced plenty of high-stakes situations in my life. Boardroom battles, complex negotiations, moments where millions of dollars rested on a single decision. But nothing, not even the pressure of running Maxwell Industries, and the Blue eagle companies compared to what I was facing now. Anne is pregnant. It’s a fact that hasn’t fully sunk in, no matter how many times I’ve turned it over in my mind. My wife—no, my partner—is carrying our child. A life we created together, in the middle of all this chaos. I never thought fatherhood would come to me like this. Hell, I never thought about fatherhood at all. But now it’s happening, and I have no choice but to figure it out. The moment Anne showed me that pregnancy test, something inside me shifted. A primal need to protect her, to protect our unborn child, kicked in. It was like every other concern I’d had before—the company, the threats we were facing, Sinclair—became secondary. The most important thing in the world was
A YEAR'S CONTRACT : Mr billionaire's wedding 52: unexpected News
Anne's pov The days that followed our encounter with Victor Harlan were a blur of covert meetings, endless strategy sessions, and moments stolen away in quiet corners with Luke, where the tension between us was always just below the surface. But beneath all the chaos, something was changing in me—something I couldn’t ignore any longer. I had been feeling off for days now: an unexplained exhaustion that lingered no matter how much I slept, a queasiness that came in waves, especially in the mornings. At first, I chalked it up to stress. After all, my life had been nothing but a whirlwind of danger and revelations lately. It made sense that my body would react to the overwhelming tension. But then came the missed period. I tried not to think too much about it at first, brushing off the realization as just another sign of stress. But the days continued to pass, and the nagging suspicion wouldn’t leave me. Something inside me was changing, something more profound than just the weight
A YEAR'S CONTRACT : Mr billionaire's wedding 51: Shadows in the dark
The name Charles Sinclair weighed heavily on my mind in the days that followed. It was like a puzzle piece that had always been missing, the key to the labyrinth of my past. But knowing who he was didn’t bring relief—it only deepened the sense of dread that had been building inside me. Luke was more vigilant than ever, and our home felt like a fortress. Security cameras, guards, and encrypted communications—he had spared no expense in keeping us safe. But even with all the precautions, the knowledge that a man like Sinclair was out there, possibly plotting his next move, made it hard to breathe easy. We kept in close contact with Calla, who continued digging deeper into Sinclair’s history. She uncovered that he was a man of influence, with ties to both legitimate businesses and underworld dealings. He was known for his ruthlessness—anyone who got in his way tended to disappear, either through financial ruin or far darker means. One evening, as the sun set behind the horizon, Luke
A YEAR'S CONTRACT : Mr billionaire's wedding 50: Reality sets in
Anne's pov The locket felt cool against my skin as I fastened it around my neck. It was a weight I didn’t know I needed—a piece of the past I was now willing to carry. It didn’t absolve my mother of all the years of silence, but it was a start. A fragile bridge between us. As I stood in front of the mirror, staring at the small silver pendant resting above my heart, I wondered what came next. My life had been a series of unpredictable events ever since I signed that contract with Luke. What had started as a desperate deal to save my father had led me to uncovering the hidden legacy I never asked for. And now, it seemed I wasn’t just navigating the complexity of love—I was also running from shadows. A knock on the bedroom door pulled me from my thoughts. Luke stepped inside, his eyes catching on the locket immediately. He walked over and gently lifted it between his fingers, examining the delicate piece. “It looks good on you,” he said quietly. I smiled, though it didn’t quite re
A YEAR'S CONTRACT : Mr billionaire's wedding 49: unraveling the past
Days passed since the envelope had arrived. I couldn’t shake the feeling that my entire life had been built on lies and shadows, but at least now, I had a semblance of understanding. My mother had sacrificed everything to keep me safe, but the safety had come at a cost—a lifetime of absence, of missed moments that could never be reclaimed.I stared at the letter again, its edges already worn from the number of times I’d read it. Luke had caught me with it more than once, but he hadn’t pressed me to talk. He had always been good at giving me space when I needed it, even though I could tell he was worried. Finally, one evening as we sat together in the quiet of our home, I broke the silence.“She didn’t have to disappear,” I murmured, more to myself than to him. “She didn’t have to let me go like that.” Luke looked over at me, his expression gentle but filled with understanding. “She thought it was the only way to protect you.”I nodded, my fingers tracing the outline of the wax s
