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Dear Mr. Billionaire, Our Marriage Is Just A Contract Fainted
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
Last Updated : 2025-02-04Dear Mr. Billionaire, Our Marriage Is Just A Contract Bad
CHAPTER 17: BADRACHEL'S POVThe clock on the wall shows it's barely past six, but I have a lot to do before Marco comes later in the afternoon. He’d called last night to let me know he'd be in meetings all day, so I decided to take it upon myself to prepare breakfast for Noah and me after asking Marco what he thought Noah would prefer for the morning.I move around the kitchen quietly, trying not to wake anyone else. I have a feeling that Noah is likely to be up soon as he is this early-morning person. "I am almost done. What is next?" I whisper joyfully to myself as I look around and then I snap my fingers. "Ah, the coffee." Standing on my tiptoes, I reach for the shelf, my fingers grazing the mug’s handle that is a bit out of reach.What a wonderful way for the universe to remind me that I am short.I struggle a little bit to get it but all my attempts to do so just keep on failing. Just as I am about to look for an alternative method, I feel the air shift behind me, and befo
Last Updated : 2025-02-06Dear Mr. Billionaire, Our Marriage Is Just A Contract Unspoken Tensions
CHAPTER 18: UNSPOKEN TENSIONS.RACHEL'S POVThe event preparation is in full swing, and the energy in the room is buzzing with anticipation. I’m double-checking the seating arrangements when I hear a voice behind me. “You’re really dedicated to your work, aren’t you?”I turn to see the same guy from before, the one I had briefly encountered earlier and helped with finding his room. He has a charming smile, the kind that looks almost rehearsed, but there’s an ease in his posture that makes it seem natural. “I try,” I reply, offering a small smile.He extends a hand. “Jason.” “Rachel.” “I know,” he chuckles. “I asked around.”I raise a brow at that but choose to ignore the subtle arrogance in his tone. "Nice to meet you and thank you for your help yesterday." "It is alright. I am glad that I was able to help you."We fall into a light conversation—nothing deep, just casual remarks about the event and minor complaints about how exhausting these preparati
Last Updated : 2025-02-06Dear Mr. Billionaire, Our Marriage Is Just A Contract My man is twice the man that he is.
CHAPTER 19: MY MAN IS TWICE THE MAN THAT HE IS.RACHEL'S POVThe event is finally in full swing, and I make my way through the venue, ensuring that everything runs smoothly. The girls are handling their assigned duties well, but I keep a close eye on them, making sure they don’t face any issues. Beatrice is on the other side also ensuring that things go accordingly as planned. The event is quite large, and hundreds of people are around. It has to be the biggest event I have ever participated in. I actually don't know what the purpose is but yeah, it is glamorous.Every now and then, I check on the guests, confirming that they have everything they need—whether it’s food, drinks, or any special accommodations. It’s exhausting, but I remind myself that I have to keep my focus. Tonight needs to be perfect, as Beatrice says. As I step aside to take a brief moment for myself, Jason suddenly appears beside me. His familiar grin stretches across his face as he greets me casually, but there’
Last Updated : 2025-02-06Dear Mr. Billionaire, Our Marriage Is Just A Contract I am not interested
CHAPTER 20: I AM NOT INTERESTED.NOAH'S POVThe low hum of conversation and the distant clinking of glasses from the party downstairs barely reach the private lounge where I sit across from Senator Lancaster. The dim reflects off the expensive whiskey in our glasses. The Senator leans back in his chair, clearly pleased as he lifts his glass in a small toast. "Noah," he says, his voice carrying the weight of experience, "this event is a masterpiece. You’ve outdone yourself and I am very impressed. You surprised me. I wasn't really expecting you to pull this off within just a few days though."I nod, taking a sip of my drink. "Thank you, Senator. I appreciate that. It was hard but my team and I had to do it. I am glad that you find it pleasing enough. That is a very good start actually."He chuckles, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. "You’ve got talent, not just in business, but in leadership. Ever considered politics?"I don’t even hesitate. "No."His brows rise slightly, int
Last Updated : 2025-02-06Dear Mr. Billionaire, Our Marriage Is Just A Contract Broken fingers
CHAPTER 21: BROKEN FINGERS.RACHEL'S POVI get off my bed a little bit late at night because before going to bed last night, Beatrice had sent a message to those of us who worked for the event to take two days off to rest and resume on Monday. That is quite a huge relief.This is why I appreciate and respect her because even though we might not be close, she knows how to take care of those assigned to her. I freshen up and head to the dining table while thinking about how I will spend my day productively. "Good morning, Marco." I greet him with a smile. "Good morning. Yesterday's event must have been tiring for you seeing how late you woke up!" He exclaims and I chuckle, "It is almost noon."I nod, " I am not even exaggerating when I say that it was kind of tough to pull but we did it. I deserve the rest." I respond. "Yeah." "What about Noah? Has he left yet?" "He hasn't stepped out of his room since he entered last night."Huh...that is strange. "Will you check in
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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.
