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Dear Mr. Billionaire, Our Marriage Is Just A Contract A cruel Display
Chapter 9: A cruel DisplayI step out of the bus and inhale deeply, adjusting my bag on my shoulder as I approach the grand entrance of the Sterling Regency Hotel—one of the most prestigious five-star hotels in the city. The place gleams under the morning sun, its glass exterior reflecting the towering skyline above. Every time I walk through these doors, I’m reminded that I don’t belong in a world like this. But work is work and I have to survive regardless.Just as I am about to reach the main doors, a convoy of luxury cars pulls up in front of the entrance. The black sedans and stretch limousines glisten as uniformed chauffeurs rush to open the doors. It isn't new to me, and I see these every single day, but I can not help but pause to take a look. A group of elegantly dressed men and women step out, their laughter and conversation flowing smoothly like a well-rehearsed symphony. These people don’t just have money; they have power. Politicians, maybe? Business moguls? Whoever they
Last Updated : 2025-02-02Dear Mr. Billionaire, Our Marriage Is Just A Contract HEAT
CHAPTER 10: HEAT.I wipe a bead of sweat from my forehead as I place the last dish on the rack. My arms ache from the endless hours of scrubbing, dusting, and polishing. I glance at the time on the wall clock—8:30 p.m. I exhale deeply, feeling both exhaustion and relief.Finally, I am done.Curiosity tugs at me when I realize I haven't seen Noah since that morning. I hesitate for a moment before summoning the courage to ask one of the maids."Do you know where Mr Noah is?" I inquire, keeping my voice neutral."I saw him. He left about an hour ago," the maid answers, barely sparing me a glance as she folds freshly laundered linens.My stomach tightens at the realization. He left without saying a word? Not that I expected him to, but still, something about it unsettles me. Shaking off the thought, I grab my purse and step out into the night. "Goodnight." "Same here."I hail a cab and give the driver the address of the hospital my dad is in. The ride is quiet, save for the occasion
Last Updated : 2025-02-03Dear Mr. Billionaire, Our Marriage Is Just A Contract She should Train herself
CHAPTER 11: SHE SHOULD TRAIN HERSELF.NOAH'S POV The sound of Marianne’s heels clicking against the polished marble floor grates against my ears, a sharp reminder of her presence. I don’t need to turn around to know she’s behind me as her smell of perfume never seems to change. It is her signature mode of appearance. She didn't leave with the dignitaries who came that morning so I guessed correctly that she would come find me instead. Her gaze pierces into my back like a predator assessing its prey. I sigh, placing my whiskey glass on the counter, and bracing myself for the inevitable confrontation.“Noah,” she calls, her voice laced with its usual saccharine sweetness, but I know better than to be deceived. I turn to face her, my expression is as impassive as ever.“What do you want, Marianne?” My tone is calm but laced with warning.She had displayed one of the skills that she is good at that morning. I expected it to happen and when it did, it was simply none of my business to i
Last Updated : 2025-02-03Dear Mr. Billionaire, Our Marriage Is Just A Contract No Visits are Allowed
CHAPTER 12: NO VISITS ARE ALLOWEDRACHEL'S POVThe morning sun goes through my bedroom curtains, casting a glow across the room. It is a reminder for me that I am supposed to begin my day already even though I am not interested in stepping a foot out.Just when I am still moving my body across my bed lazily, my phone buzzes beside me, and I pick it up to see a message from my sister, Emily. "Hey, Rach. Can we meet up? It’s been too long. I want to speak with you about Dad. I am sorry that he reacted that way to you. I need to speak with you, please. Can I come over?"A small smile tugs at my lips. I’ve missed her. She is my closest friend, and we are each other comfort, but ever since our dad fell sick, the distance has widened, and we rarely communicate anymore. I quickly type back. "I’m free on Sunday. You can come over to visit."A sense of excitement stirs within me. For the first time in a long while, something feels normal. But then, reality sets in—I need to ask Noah for p
Last Updated : 2025-02-03Dear Mr. Billionaire, Our Marriage Is Just A Contract Heartbreak
CHAPTER 13: HEARTBREAK RACHEL'S POV "Hey, Rachel, over here." I hear my sister's voice as soon as I make my appearance at the cafe that I had chosen for a few days for both of us to meet. I fixed our meeting to be in the evening after my work hours as that would be easier for us. She is all smiley when she sees me and she does not hesitate to hug me immediately after I get closer. "I miss you so much," she whispers and I chuckle.I rub her back gently, inhaling her fresh lavender perfume. She reminds me so much of our mum in every manner - her way of talking, her behavior, her reactions to situations, and even her voice.Maybe that is why I respect her so much and seek her comfort in any situation - I see her as my mother even though she is younger than me. "I miss you too, Emily."I sit across from her after she has released me from the hug. It feels like ages since we last had a moment to ourselves, and despite the exhaustion weighing on me, I feel lighter just being h
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CHAPTER 14: FAINTED RACHEL'S POVThe moment I wake up, I know something is wrong.My whole body feels unbearably heavy, my head throbs like a hammer pounding against my skull - probably because I could not get a good sleep for some time, and my skin burns with heat. I struggle to sit up, only to realize that even breathing feels like a chore. A groan slips past my lips as I force myself out of bed, my legs wobbling beneath me like jelly. "I need to get to work. I have no place to place an excuse." I whisper.I drag myself to the bathroom, gripping the sink for support. My reflection in the mirror is ghastly—pale face, tired eyes, sweat lining my forehead. I shouldn’t be moving, but I have no choice. I have work to do.By the time I get downstairs, I am lightheaded, my vision blurring at the edges. The chef pauses what he’s doing and looks at me with concern. “Madam, are you alright?”I force a small smile. “I’m fine. Good morning.”“Good morning to you too. But you don’t look fine.
Last Updated : 2025-02-03Dear Mr. Billionaire, Our Marriage Is Just A Contract A Fragile Return
CHAPTER 15: A FRAGILE RETURNRACHEL'S POVThe moment I hear the doctor say I’m officially discharged, a part of me feels relieved, but the other part? It scoffs. Rest? As if. The doctor emphasizes that I need to avoid any form of stress and stay away from work for at least a week. That won't happen in any way.I force a polite smile and thank him, but deep down, I know there’s no escaping the chaos that’s already brewing around me. No one would even believe I need rest. Not Noah. Not anyone in that house or at work if I want to get paid by the end of the month.After finishing the formalities at the hospital — the bills had already been taken care of as I was told — I step outside, the crisp air brushing against my skin as I make my way to the car waiting to take me home. Home. The word feels foreign. It doesn’t hold warmth or comfort—only uncertainty.When I arrive, the scent of freshly baked bread and spices fills the air. The Chef is busy exploring his options again. As I step ins
Last Updated : 2025-02-04Dear Mr. Billionaire, Our Marriage Is Just A Contract A Cold Brat
CHAPTER 16: A COLD BRAT. RACHEL'S POVThe evening air is thick with the scent of alcohol and cigarettes as I step into the dimly lit bar. The place is alive with chatter, clinking glasses, and the occasional burst of laughter. I keep my head down, my heart pounding in my chest as I scan the room.Marco had told me that I would find Liam here. I had done my research before coming, memorizing his face from the picture now set as my phone’s wallpaper. Even in the low lighting, I should be able to recognize him.Taking a deep breath, I make my way through, weaving through groups of people. Maybe I shouldn't have come at this time but I might not have any other chances again to see him. Even tonight isn't guaranteed but I still want to try.The scent of whiskey lingers in the air, and a few curious eyes glance my way. I look like the odd one out. I ignore them, keeping my focus sharp.Just as I’m about to move further inside, a man steps into my path. He’s tall and broad-shouldered, and h
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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.
