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Dear Mr. Billionaire, Our Marriage Is Just A Contract Death Anniversary
CHAPTER 25: DEATH ANNIVERSARY.AMELIA'S POVThe evening air is thick with humidity as I step out of the cab, clutching a bouquet of white lilies against my chest. My fingers tighten around the delicate stems, my knuckles turning white as I look around. The cemetery is quiet, the only sounds are coming from the rustling leaves and distant chirps of crickets. The fading sunlight casts long shadows over the headstones, and my breath comes out shaky as I force myself to take a step forward.I shouldn’t be nervous. It’s just my mother’s grave. I’ve done this every year, haven’t I? But I know it’s not her that has my heart slamming against my ribs. It’s him.As I walk down the gravel path, my gaze flickers ahead, and I finally see them clearly. Emily stands a few feet away, her arms wrapped around herself, eyes filled with relief as they land on me. And beside her—him. My father. He stands tall, rigid, his hands shoved into the pockets of his suit. He doesn’t look at me. Not even once as I
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-02-09Dear Mr. Billionaire, Our Marriage Is Just A Contract He Undressed Me
CHAPTER 26. HE UNDRESSED SSED ME?RACHEL'S POVThe morning light seeps through my curtains, casting a soft glow over my room, but it does nothing to chase away the lingering heaviness from last night. I turn onto my side, burying my face in the pillow, but the moment I close my eyes, my father's cold voice echoes in my mind. The ache in my chest tightens, and I inhale sharply, forcing myself to sit up. My body feels stiff, a dull reminder of the hours I spent crying in the rain.Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to remain there for that long and now I feel like I might not last long on Earth because of the issues I've been facing that seem to be affecting my mental health.With a sigh, I grab my phone from the nightstand. My heart sinks when I see several missed calls from Emily. I hesitate for a moment before setting the phone back down. I don’t know if I have the strength to talk to her yet.I know that her calls have to do with what happened last night but I am less interested. As
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-02-09Dear Mr. Billionaire, Our Marriage Is Just A Contract First kiss
CHAPTER 27: FIRST KISS. RACHEL'S POVThe sound of the front door clicking shut breaks the silence in the living room. I glance up from the book I’ve been pretending to read for a while since I heard his car drive in, my fingers frozen against the page. I am wondering if he is just going to ignore me and walk away or maybe something might come up.Noah walks in, his tie loosened, his gaze steady as he looks at me. There’s no immediate irritation in his expression, no sharp words waiting on his tongue. Just silence. "Welcome back," I say to him and he nods. Well, that's a first. "Are you busy?" His voice is even, unreadable.I blink, unsure if I imagined the question. I look down at the book I am holding - do I look in any way busy?! "No... why?"He exhales as if debating his next words. "Get dressed. We’re going out."I stare at him, waiting for a smirk, a sarcastic edge—some indication that this is another joke. But to my surprise, none comes. Instead, he shrugs off his sui
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-02-11Dear Mr. Billionaire, Our Marriage Is Just A Contract Burning fire
CHAPTER 28: BURNING FIRERACHEL'S POVThe moment I wake up, my mind betrays me. The kiss replays over and over, filling my chest with a warmth that I don’t know how to process. I roll on my mind, trying so hard not to scream. So last night was a bit hot...I found myself kissing my boss and we were not even able to resist each other. I groan and cover my face with my pillow due to embarrassment because of the kinds of thoughts that I have.Was it a mistake? Was it because it just seemed like we were both drowning in the moments of our desires instead of running away? A slip in judgment? Or was it something more? Something I’m not ready to admit?I shake my head, forcing myself out of bed. It was just a kiss. Noah hasn’t exactly given me any reason to believe it meant anything. He was cold before it happened, and he’ll be cold after. Nothing’s changed.Somehow, I pray that I would be proved wrong as hoping for the positive might actually change things.As I step into the kitchen, I see
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-02-11Dear Mr. Billionaire, Our Marriage Is Just A Contract A taste of something new
CHAPTER 29: A TASTE OF SOMETHING NEW.RACHEL'S POVI sit on the couch, waiting for Noah to return. The house is unusually quiet, and I find myself glancing at the clock every few minutes. My fingers trace the rim of my phone absentmindedly when it suddenly vibrates, making me jump from the sound.I exhale softly in relief when I notice that it is just a phone. An unknown number flashes on the screen. My instinct tells me to ignore it, but curiosity gets the best of me. I hesitate for a moment before swiping to answer. "Hello?" My voice comes out wary.A sluggish, slurry voice responds on the other end, almost incoherent. It takes me a second to recognize it, but when I do, my heart clenches. "Rachel… Rachel, I—" There’s a pause, followed by a heavy sigh. "I'm so sorry… I shouldn't have said those words to you… I still—still love you. I promise that (burps) I promise to do better. We can both do it. I promise to release you from the shackles of that manipulator."Liam.My
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-02-12Dear Mr. Billionaire, Our Marriage Is Just A Contract For that long
CHAPTER 30: FOR THAT LONG?RACHEL'S POVI stroll into the office, already bracing myself for the usual chaos of the morning shift. But today feels different. There’s a buzz in the air and somehow, I can guess correctly what the noise is for. I notice the younger girls from the kitchen department gathered by the coffee station, their excitement practically radiating off them. A few of them are whispering, but the minute they spot me, their conversation rises in volume. "Here she comes. She knows much better than we do," one of the girls pulls me closer to them, and I smile. "Isn't it too early to be involved in gisting or gossiping?" I playfully ask them. "It is for a good cause, okay?" “Rachel, you’ve gotta tell us!” one of them says, eyes wide with anticipation. “Have you ever gone to the Hotel's Annual Summer Fest & Charity Gala?”I freeze. That event. It’s one of those high-profile occasions that the hotel puts on every year, and everyone talks about it like it’s the eve
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-02-12Dear Mr. Billionaire, Our Marriage Is Just A Contract Seductive lips
CHAPTER 31: SEDUCTIVE LIPS. RACHEL'S POVThe morning air feels heavier than usual, thick with the weight of anticipation. As I stand before my closet, my fingers hover over the dresses hanging inside, yet my mind is still processing what happened last night.I had been ready to sleep, my thoughts already tangled with the coming trip after Beatrice had announced to me that I had been successfully chosen to go along with some people to the event when an unexpected knock at the door pulled me out of my daze. At first, I considered ignoring it. It was late, and no one ever really came to my room. But something about the rhythmic tapping made me move.Well, who else could it be?When I opened the door, Noah stood there, his hands clasped behind his back. His gaze was steady but unreadable, a stark contrast to the slight stiffness in his posture. "Hi," I greeted, eyeing from the top of his head to the toes that were currently out of his footwear, wondering why he was standing there. We
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-02-13Dear Mr. Billionaire, Our Marriage Is Just A Contract Why are you with the boss
CHAPTER 32: WHY ARE YOU WITH THE BOSS?RACHEL'S POVThe moment I step out of the car, I feel the weight of their eyes on me. A few of my colleagues are gathered near the entrance. I believe they just arrived a few minutes before us as they are yet to even settle down or compose themselves.Their conversations come to a sudden halt as they notice me coming out of Noah’s sleek black car, which is behind me, heading towards the general parking lot. The unspoken question is written all over their faces, and before I can make a discreet escape, one of them, Claire by name, steps forward. "Rachel?" she says, her tone laced with curiosity. "That's suspicious. Did you just get out of that car? Our Boss's car?"I school my expression into something neutral, feigning nonchalance. "Oh, yeah," I answer, shifting my purse on my shoulder. "Mr Noah happened to see me looking for a cab and offered a ride since we were heading in the same direction."There's a moment of silence as they process my w
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-02-13
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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.
