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A New Hope
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Dear Mr. Billionaire, Our Marriage Is Just A Contract The Proposal
Chapter OneI stand outside Mr. Noah's office, my hands clutching my bag, my knuckles white with tension. My heart seems to be pounding in my throat as I take a shaky breath, trying to calm myself. I know I have no business being here, no business asking him for this favor. But with my father lying in the hospital, his condition deteriorating with each passing day, I have no other choice. The thought sends shivers down my spine.I lift my hand and knock, barely able to hold it steady.“Enter.” Mr. Noah's voice is composed, almost bored, coming from the other side of the door.I step inside, feeling the nerves twist in my stomach. Mr. Noah is sitting at his large, polished desk surrounded by neat stacks of paperwork. He doesn’t glance up right away, merely looks in my direction, almost as if I’m an interruption to his day.“Mr. Noah,” I begin, my voice far quieter than it should be. I clear my throat, hoping to try again with a bit more bravado. “I need a minute of your time.”He doesn
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2024-11-04Dear Mr. Billionaire, Our Marriage Is Just A Contract The Wedding
Chapter Two I sit alone in the dimly lit room inside the hall, clutching my phone tight. The screen lights up to yet another call from him, my boyfriend. I peer at his name, feeling my heart twist, but I don't answer. How could I explain any of this, the lie I'm about to live, the promise I'm about to make to another man? I feel the weight of the betrayal, yet I cannot bring my fingers to touch "answer." "Miss Rachel?" A soft voice pulls me out of my thoughts, and I look up to see an assistant standing at the door. Her face is blank and professional, as though this were just another task on her list. "Yes?" I say, barely above a whisper. "They're ready for you," she says politely, but I catch the hint of pity in her eyes. I nod slowly and rise to my feet, feeling the weight of the moment pressing down on me. As I step into the main room, my stomach churns. Barely a couple of family and close associates seem to pay any attention to my presence. At the front, Mr. Noah waits, lo
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2024-11-04Dear Mr. Billionaire, Our Marriage Is Just A Contract The First Night
Chapter Three: The First NightI sit alone in this big, cold bedroom. It is supposed to be my wedding night, but the silence wraps around me like a tight blanket. The bed is perfectly made, untouched, as if it’s waiting for someone who may never come. I glance at the clock on the wall; the emptiness of this room seems to swallow me up.Why am I alone on my wedding night? At least I could have expected some conversation, some acknowledgment that we were now married, though that marriage was not born out of love but rather out of force. But there is complete silence. And then it dawns on me—the cold reality of what Noah had said before. This is a business arrangement, period. I am his wife on paper, and that’s just it.I glance around, feeling the weight of this decision pressing down on me. My father is safe; his hospital bills are paid. Debt against my family’s name is a thing of the past. And maybe—maybe I could make this marriage work and pull my family out of poverty, securing a fu
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2024-11-04Dear Mr. Billionaire, Our Marriage Is Just A Contract Accidental Meeting
Chapter Four : Rachel's Accidental Meeting with Elvis at the Charity Ball The air is filled with the chimes of laughter and music as I step into the grand ballroom. The hall is decorated with shiny lights and expensive pieces of art. In my simple dress, I am like a fish out of water among all these fancy whirling gowns. I look up at Noah, who seems deep in discussion with his business partners. Guilt reeks from his disposition as he looks very serious. He does not even notice me standing next to him. I know I was only here to play the part of his wife. As Noah walks away, the loneliness sets in. I look around, wondering what will amuse me, but it seems everyone has something to do, and they are all important. I take a deep breath and decide to wander a bit, hopeful to stumble upon a friendly face or maybe even a snack. I drift away from the main crowd, past beautiful decorations to a quiet corner of the room. Just when I think that maybe I'll escape this pressure, I hear that fami
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2024-11-04Dear Mr. Billionaire, Our Marriage Is Just A Contract The Risk Of Meeting Elvis
Chapter Five: The Risk of Meeting ElvisThe night I see him again, everything changes. Just one glance at Elvis, and it's like all the feelings I've tried to bury rush to the surface, flooding me with memories of love and laughter, of dreams we once shared. I barely make it through the evening, forced to stand by Noah's side, pretending to be his devoted wife. But my heart begins to race, my mind now filled with thoughts of Elvis. Then later, in the quiet of my room, my phone buzzes with a message.From Elvis."Can we meet tomorrow? I know it's risky, but I have to see you."I fixate on his words, a mix of excitement and fear. He's asking me to meet him, to take a chance despite everything that could go wrong. And, of course, I do know what I risk. Noah had made it clear from the beginning that this was a marriage about appearances, about control. The breaking of unspoken rules he wouldn't tolerate, most of all with someone from my past.But my heart is racing, and I refuse to fight t
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2024-11-04Dear Mr. Billionaire, Our Marriage Is Just A Contract An Unexpected Guest
Chapter Six: An Unexpected GuestIt's a quiet Saturday afternoon, and the soft light filters through the curtains in the living room. I'm sitting on the couch with a bowl of popcorn on my lap, staring blankly at the TV. Noah sits next to me, his gaze fixed intently on the screen. The show is nothing more than background noise. I can feel the space between us filled with things unsaid.I glance at Noah, who looks relaxed, but his expression gives away that he's not fully here with me. I wish I could understand what's going through his mind. It’s strange because the closer you are to someone—and we are—the more removed you can sometimes feel.I nibble on a piece of popcorn, trying to focus on the show, but my mind eventually wanders. I find myself speculating about Noah's past. I really don’t know anything about him; what’s between us is just boss and worker before all these contracts.Suddenly, the front door bursts open, and my head jerks up in surprise. A woman walks in, catching my
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2024-11-05Dear Mr. Billionaire, Our Marriage Is Just A Contract Anonymous Message
Chapter Seven: A Message from the PastI suppose sit in the living room with Noah, the silence between us close to tangible. The TV is on, but I hardly register what's playing. Noah seems engrossed—scrolling through his phone with a calm expression, oblivious to the storm inside me. My mind is a million miles away, thinking about Elvis, our meeting, and the promise he made to set me free. I know I should not be holding onto his words, but I just can't help it—after all, I am in a marriage where I am nothing more than a placeholder.Noah’s phone pings. He opens the message and reads aloud in a cold, even voice. The words slice through the quiet, razoring into my chest."How do you feel living with a woman you do not love? How do you feel going in a contract marriage because she needs your help? Release her now!"My heart drops, and the room seems to close in around me. I instantly know who sent the message. There’s only one person who could know the truth, only one brave—or stupid—enou
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2024-11-07Dear Mr. Billionaire, Our Marriage Is Just A Contract You are not my wife
Chapter 8: you are not my wifeNoah steps through the front door, his sharp gaze sweeping across the spotless living room. His expression remains unreadable as he walks further inside. I brace myself, expecting at least some acknowledgment of my effort even though I don't like the fact that he put me through this, but his silence stretches on. He doesn’t look pleased. If anything, he seems almost irritated.I swallow my disappointment.“The work is done,” I say, forcing my voice to remain steady. Noah’s gaze flickers at me, cold and distant. “Are you sure you did not seek any assistance from anyone?" "You sent them away," I answered.And even if he didn't, is he expecting me to be fully sincere with him about it? “I also prepared dinner. You should eat before it gets cold.” "I am not interested in your meals.”His words hit like a slap. I stare at him, hoping for some sign that he’s just being difficult, but he doesn’t waver. "You should at least try it...I tried out
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Dear Mr. Billionaire, Our Marriage Is Just A Contract A New Hope
CHAPTER 87: A NEW HOPEHer voice is almost audible against the breeze; she whispers, "We cannot run forever." "We are approaching."Noah initially answers hardly at all. He watches her, his own controlled anxiousness reflected in his eyes. " Nums." Still, we cannot face it by ourselves.Rachel stares at him, her history dragging down her shoulders. Once delicate, their relationship now feels like an unspoken promise—a knowledge they will be standing together no matter what happens. Still, even that dedication appears insufficient to shield them from what looms ahead.They have battled so valiantly to recover some normalcy and arrive here. Still, always eager to drag them back into the darkness, the shadows of their past linger, nipping at them. The truth of what they have done and lost forces on their shoulders like a weighty, stifling weight with every day.Noah adds at last. "We fight," his voice low yet firm. "And we triumph." In tandem.Footfall broke the silence before Rachel cou
Dear Mr. Billionaire, Our Marriage Is Just A Contract A New Beginning
CHAPTER 86: A NEW BEGINNING The weight of their rebuilding decision presses on Rachel's chest as she glances out the window. The peaceful buzz of the night outside fails to soothe the storm within. Her body hurts from the emotional and physical fights she has engaged in. Though she doesn't let it show, her hands shake slightly. She is far gone; she cannot stop now.Noah is standing next to her; his presence acts as a stabilizer. Though he is silent, she can see the same turbulence in his gaze. Even after the conflict ends, the scars remain. They both are aware of that. Neither of them is the same person who entered the fight several months ago."We can do this, Rachel," Noah replies gently as if trying the words and considering their sincerity. "Together." Her heart twisted, and Rachel turned toward him. She wants to believe it. She does, although the uncertainties still exist. Suppose the past is too difficult to overcome? What if their survival comes at too high a cost?"I'm not s
Dear Mr. Billionaire, Our Marriage Is Just A Contract Rising Tension
CHAPTER 85: RISING TENSION Noah's face looks drawn and tired as he walks into the living room, and Rachel can sense the irritation in his eyes. She knows the conversation is approaching even though they have dodged it for days. Indeed, neither of them is good, not yet.Noah replies, his voice laden with the unspoken thoughts between them, "We need to talk."Trying to calm her racing heart, Rachel inhales deeply. "Regarding what?"Rachel, about us. Regarding what's next. His eyes meet hers, begging for some response to help them make sense of the anarchy around them.Rachel bites hard. "I have no idea, Noah. I don't know whether I am capable of doing this.Noah approaches, his hand extended towards hers. "Do we have any option here? We have far to go, but I am not giving up on us right now.She jerks her hand back, the agony from the past several days rising. "It goes beyond just us, Noah." It is much more than that. The past, the falsehoods, resurfaced. I cannot simply let go.Noah's
Dear Mr. Billionaire, Our Marriage Is Just A Contract Healing Wounds
CHAPTER 84: HEALING WOUNDS Noah's voice disturbs the quiet, raw and forceful. "Rachel, we are still here. Still living is us. It is just that which counts. Though Rachel knows the truth, his eyes flutter with a weary will. Though the fight is not finished, they have survived the worst of it. Not for their use.She suffers anxiety, terrified of what lies ahead, of the unknown road. She fears losing Noah to the dark place the war has brought them and losing herself in the mending process. The intensity of their connection is evident when their eyes lock. The only thing that feels definite and keeps them anchored is their link.Reaching for his hand, Rachel softly squeezes it to try to express everything she experiences with one touch. Her voice quakes as she talks; her words are more brittle than she wishes them to be. " Ah, I'm not sure where to start going ahead. I have no idea what to do anymore.Noah's hold gets tighter, and for a split second, she senses the unspoken promise betwe
Dear Mr. Billionaire, Our Marriage Is Just A Contract The Final Price
CHAPTER 83: THE FINAL PRICE The Sinclairs, their falsehoods, and their decisions have cornered them. One watches every movement they do. Every word counts. Rachel senses the pressure pressing in on her, strangling her, but only one road remains."You know what we have to do, right?" Noah asks, his voice hardly audible but cutting through the suspense like a razor. He glances not at her. His eyes are locked on the door leading to the future, towards the last confrontation—the one they wanted to avoid and the one they had ready.Rachel bites hard, her throat dry. His words weigh heavily, laden with understanding what is at risk. She doubts her readiness for this, from what is implied here. She does not, however, have options. Right now, she cannot back down.Though the words never come from her mouth, Rachel feels she must save him. They are not required, of course. She can feel Noah staring at her without looking. They both are in this, whatever the expense.Rachel moves deliberately
Dear Mr. Billionaire, Our Marriage Is Just A Contract The Final Confrontation
CHAPTER 82: THE FINAL CONFRONTATION Beside her, Noah's presence acts as a counterpoint. Though he is staring ahead at the home, his jaw shows no discernible movement. Though he is here with her, dedicated to the cause, his muscles stiffen as if he is getting ready for a blow. "Ready?" he asks, his voice low as their goal weighs down both.Rachel nods even if her insides are turning over. She knows the weight of the choice; the stakes are too significant. They have battled for so long only to reach this pivotal point where everything can collapse or unite. It has never been more apparent to see that this is the moment they have been battling for—the one either saving or destroying them. Errors have no place in this. Every action has value.Their footsteps resound in the darkness, the home standing before them like a fortitude as they go on. Here is where everything will change. Not now is there any turning back.But a piercing voice cuts across the silence just as they are ready to ap
Dear Mr. Billionaire, Our Marriage Is Just A Contract The Tipping Point
CHAPTER 81: THE TIPPING POINT "It's not just them," he says, his voice tense with something she cannot place. "That's someone within our circle."The words pierce Rachel like a dagger, more keen than she is ready for. Everything they have battled starts to fall apart right from its fundamental basis. She doesn't know who she should be trusting now. They have been fighting the Sinclair family for so long, trying to destroy their empire, but it is now abundantly evident that other people are also tugging the threads. Someone close to them has been planning from the inside, feeding the Sinclairs information, preparing them for failure.Noah's face is harsh and unreadable. The rock is usually consistent in this relationship, but his eyes show doubt tonight. He has never appeared more exposed. Rachel senses the gap separating them growing and the anxiety seeping into the fissures where their trust previously lived.Rachel continues, her voice almost above a whisper: "We have to find out w
Dear Mr. Billionaire, Our Marriage Is Just A Contract Betrayal And Deception
CHAPTER 80: BETRAYAL AND DECEPTION Noah is beside her; his expression is unclear, but his clenched fists say a lot. Every move they have made to free the Sinclair family from their twisted grip on their lives has been deliberate and cautious. However, they have overlooked one essential component: the most trusted individual.Someone they thought was on their side is the traitor. The disclosure stings more fiercely than Rachel had imagined. Her words are almost above a whisper. She looks at Noah. "It was him, not it?"Noah does not respond right away. As his jaw stiffens, Rachel sees a flutter of shame in his eyes for a split second. He was aware already.With shaky hands, Rachel says, "It's been him all along." "How could we have been so blind?"Their world collapsed around them after they trusted and depended on this person. Rachel is sick and feels deceived to a degree she has not known before. Every plan, tactic, and alliance have been lies, expertly crafted to lead directly into
Dear Mr. Billionaire, Our Marriage Is Just A Contract Sinister Plot Unfolds
CHAPTER 79: SINISTER PLOT UNFOLDSNext to her, Noah's voice shakes. " Rachel, we have been pawns here. All this time. And we didn't see it till lately." His comments tether her to the reality of their circumstances and carry weight.Her heart thrashes in her throat. "We cannot turn away from this. We have to wrap up here. But today, we don't know who to trust."Every step they have taken and every strategy they have followed now seems contaminated. Rachel looks towards the darkening horizon, the cold reality sinking into her chest. Are the people they have worked with, the allies they believed they had, really allies or merely additional bits in Sinclair's game? Others are in on this as well.Noah closes his fists, and his wrath is apparent. "We have to call attention to them. Down the family, every last one of them." Frantic, with icy fingers, he grabs her hand. But these days, we cannot accomplish this by ourselves.The sound of tyres screaming breaks the silence—Rachel's gut jerks.
