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Dear Mr. Billionaire, Our Marriage Is Just A Contract You are fired
CHAPTER 41: YOU ARE FIRED.RACHEL'S POV "What the hell are you even insinuating?" I shout at Sandra as I can not seem to control my anger anymore. "What?" she looks at me innocently as if she isn't the one brewing the storm. "I am just saying the truth." "Do you know you can get into trouble for saying all of these if you don't have any evidence to back it up?" Beatrice reminds her. "Why should I provide evidence when she can deny it all with her life and her family's? More like swearing. I believe in the active power of swearing so she should swear that she hasn't slept with the boss once. Let her do so."I am on the verge of crying as I watch Sandra continue to belittle my effort and insult me. She has never come for me in a full-blow proportion before. Of course, I knew she didn't like me from the start that I won the best hardworking staff with her going second, but still, she has always maintained her lane, and so have I.I can't even open my mouth to defend myself be
Last Updated : 2025-02-17Dear Mr. Billionaire, Our Marriage Is Just A Contract Let Me Kiss You
CHAPTER 42: LET ME KISS YOU. RACHEL'S POV.I went to bed last night with mixed emotions, I couldn't even say anything. Noah didn't come to the bedroom last night. I have no idea where he has spent some nights sleeping in. My sleep wasn't that great because of the burden in my night.Waking up this morning is nothing but a pain in my neck. I feel like everything happened because of me. As I dress up, I wonder how my colleagues are going to react to me. Will they stop talking to me? A huge sigh escapes my lips as I weakly sit back on my bed. "Why is all this happening to me? Can I just go a week without feeling this much pressure?" I mumble. I really do not feel like making an appearance, but today is the last day, so I can't bail out now. I have no choice.I step out, and a little part of me is scared about what is likely to happen to me, the cold shoulders that I am going to receive, and other reactions.I get to the kitchen and I meet Beatrice speaking with the girls. They soon
Last Updated : 2025-02-17Dear Mr. Billionaire, Our Marriage Is Just A Contract You Are Blushing
CHAPTER 43: YOU ARE BLUSHING.RACHEL'S POVIt has been a week since I arrived at the house with Noah. Surprisingly, things have been going well between us. He hasn’t been as cold, and while he still keeps his distance, there’s a certain ease between us now that wasn’t there before. It feels...different.On this particular Saturday, I prepare to leave for an outing. I had promised Emily to come and see her when I came back from the event. As I make my way through the house, I ask Marco if he has seen Noah. Before leaving, I decide that it is best to let Noah know since I didn't speak about wanting to leave the house earlier this morning. "He's in the guest room with someone," Marco informs me. I pause, wondering if it’s even necessary to interrupt him just to inform him about my plans. Would he even care?But something inside me urges me to go, so I do. I find myself standing outside the guest room door. Taking a deep breath, I knock and push it open.As I step into the guest room,
Last Updated : 2025-02-17Dear Mr. Billionaire, Our Marriage Is Just A Contract Preparation
CHAPTER 44: PREPARATION.RACHEL'S POV "Wait, what?" I blink at Liam, utterly baffled. "Noah’s birthday is next week?"Liam smirks, leaning back against the counter like he’s just delivered the most important news of the century. "That’s right, Mrs. Sinclair. Your dear husband’s special day is right around the corner, and lucky for you, I’m here to spill the beans."I gape at him, feeling a mix of excitement and disbelief. "Why am I just hearing about this now?"Liam stretches lazily, his grin widening. "Because your husband is a cryptic, brooding man who doesn’t exactly throw confetti at the thought of birthdays. Why do you even think he is going to open his mouth and tell you about it?"I cross my arms, narrowing my eyes at him. Well, he is right. "And you’re telling me this now because…?" "What do you mean by that? Do you mean that you would have preferred if I kept it away from you?"I quickly shake my head, "No, not at all. I didn't mean that. I apologize if my words sound
Last Updated : 2025-02-17Dear Mr. Billionaire, Our Marriage Is Just A Contract Surprise Birthday From Wifey
CHAPTER 45: SURPRISE BIRTHDAY FROM WIFEYNOAH'S POVI jolt awake, my entire body drenched in sweat, my breath ragged as I struggle to shake off the remnants of my nightmare. The darkness of my room offers no comfort, the dim glow of the bedside lamp casting long shadows on the walls. My heart pounds erratically as the echo of a child’s terrified screams still rings in my ears.I swallow hard, forcing myself to sit up. "Not again," I mumble helplessly as I try to gain control of my senses again. Leaning forward, I rest my head on my lap, my hands gripping the sheets as I try to calm down a bit. Even with the air conditioning humming in the background, the cool air does nothing to ease the clammy heat enveloping me. I stay in that position for a moment, trying to slow my breathing, but the weight in my chest refuses to dissipate.Eventually, I reach for the drawer beside my bed, pulling it open with shaking hands. That is my last option right now.My fingers close around a familiar
Last Updated : 2025-02-17Dear Mr. Billionaire, Our Marriage Is Just A Contract Birthday Disaster (1)
CHAPTER 46: BIRTHDAY DISASTER (1)NOAH'S POV. Rachel walks toward me, carrying the birthday cake with both hands. The cheers died down instantly as they all expected my reaction. The flickering candlelight casts a soft glow on her face, and for a moment, everything else fades. She stops just in front of me, her voice gentle as she says, “Happy birthday, Mr. Noah.”It's been a while since I heard her call me that but I get why she did. I don’t respond right away. I just look at her, at the sincerity in her eyes. Then, with a slow breath, I close my eyes and make a wish—though I have no idea what to wish for. Maybe peace. Maybe clarity. Maybe something I’ll never have. I don't know. It never actually works. It's just a facade. When I open my eyes, I blow out the candles.The room erupts in cheers and applause. The sound is loud, yet strangely distant, like I’m underwater. I nod slightly, forcing a small smile, not because I’m comfortable with this, but because I recognize their
Last Updated : 2025-02-18Dear Mr. Billionaire, Our Marriage Is Just A Contract Birthday Disaster (2)
CHAPTER 47: BIRTHDAY DISASTER (2)NOAH'S POVI slam the door shut behind me, my breath ragged as fury claws at my chest. The house is silent, but I do not mind it; I am used to that kind of life. I can’t even think straight. My mind is a hurricane, spinning out of control, each gust of anger fueled by the images of Rachel that had been sent to me.Marco looks up, startled. So he knows about the birthday party. He probably wasn’t expecting me home so early. Neither was I. Today was supposed to be my birthday. A day I never really cared about, but somehow, I let myself believe—for a brief moment—that it could be different. That maybe, just maybe, I could enjoy something normal. But I was a fool. “Sir? Why are you back this early?” Marco takes a cautious step forward.I ignore him, heading straight to the wine cabinet. My fingers tremble as I grab the first bottle of strong whiskey I can find. The cap clatters onto the marble countertop, forgotten as I pour myself a heavy drink. The a
Last Updated : 2025-02-18Dear Mr. Billionaire, Our Marriage Is Just A Contract Back to Square One
CHAPTER 48: BACK TO SQUARE ONE.RACHEL'S POV.My eyes snap open immediately after my phone's alarm rang. I am not sure if I have properly gotten enough sleep, but my eyes are heavy, and so is my heart. I remain in the same position that I slept in - chest up and hands below my tummy, almost like the position of a dead one. "I don't want to move," I whisper to myself as I try to hold back a tear that is threatening to fall off my eyes. Is this probably the storm that Diva mentioned that I was going to face when reading my card? So, it wasn't fake after all.I push myself from the bed and head to the bathroom to shower. While brushing my teeth, I flashback to yesterday's event.I was still speaking with my colleagues when my phone's brightened screen caught my attention so I had to pay attention to it. I clutched my phone tightly as I stared at the message on the screen. It was an unknown number, crying for help with Elvis's name attached to it—it was enough to make my entire body te
Last Updated : 2025-02-20
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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.
