All Chapters of Evil Contract Wife : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

"My house?" Gemma asked suspiciously. How could she not have found out? Charles's nod confirmed it and she was confused. "I don't understand. I checked the surveillance and she had indeed snuck out. She didn't sneak back in." She expressed her doubt. "Of course. That's the point." Charles placed his hand on the table and looked at her meaningfully. "Can we talk about it right now?" She asked. They were in a private dining room and privacy was guaranteed so she didn't comprehend why he made it sound like he was asking for something else in return. Hadn't they already given him their side of the bargain? He looked at Livian whom he didn't entirely trust, then back at Gemma. "I need some proof that the two of you will keep your mouths shut." She was annoyed. "Do you want us to have a surgery to chop our tongues off for you to be certain that we will not be able to say a word?" "That might actually do." Charles

That evening, Gemma had to celebrate. Not only had she gotten rid of Declan, but she had also put another of her enemies behind bars while at it. Sofia wasn't any better off. When the police found out that she had been part of a conspiracy that resulted in her getting assaulted. Afraid that more of her secrets would be let out, Beth had ordered for Sofia's death as soon as she managed to contact her lawyer who was coincidentally her friend in crime. "I have to give a toast to the end of yet another member of the Black family." She raised her glass. She and Livian had decided to celebrate in his cellar and had downed a few glasses of wine already.He downed his wine at the same time as she did and snatched the glass from her.  "That's enough.""I want more." She purred. She was starting to slur. When he held the glass too high for her to reach it, she ended up sprawled across his chest as she tried to grab it back. She rubbed against his chest. "M

"What do you mean?" A chill went down Gemma's spine from what he had just said. Was he dreaming? At first she thought he was pranking her to gauge her reaction but when their gazes collided and she saw that he meant it, she was speechless. Her mouth opened and closed several times but she couldn't get a word out. She burst into laughter. He held her face in his hands and looked at her worriedly. "Are you alright?" "I am. I mean, why not?" She laughed hysterically for a while then closed her eyes when reality started to sink in. Was the hitman really Noah? They were required to not see the other party in case either of them was caught. Who would have thought that the hitman she would get on the dark web would turn out to be Noah? Was that what he did for a living? Or, was it because he already knew what she was planning that he made himself available? Now that he thought about it, the hitman she hired did seem a little

"I could help you out." She offered. He held both of her hands and brought them to his mouth, pressing gentle kisses on them. "You don't have to. I can handle it on my own." "Why would you handle it on your own when you have me? You have always done your best to help me when I need it." She ran a hand down his chest to convince  him. She meant well, but he frowned as though she had said the worst thing ever. She was confused. He flipped her under him and grabbed her boob, kneading it slightly. "I helped you out because I wanted to. You don't have to feel obliged to return the favor." "Don't put it that way." She bit her bottom lip when his hand trailed down her body. "I would have wanted to even if you hadn't ever done anything for me. You can take it as payment for helping me with the commercial." He had almost forgotten all about the commercial since the photoshoot had been postponed indefinitely. They both thought it wou

"Do you think you can do it?" She asked, hoping she had done the right thing. "If you don't want to, you can let father know when he contacts you or I can pass him the message." A hint of a smile formed on his face. "The Serene, huh." She looked at him in confusion. Was there something wrong with The Serene? "The former owner of The Serene once sought me to construct the musical-themed banquet hall." He responded, and she was even more confused. "Is there a reason why you didn't? Is there something wrong with the hotel? Oh my God, please don't tell me father wasted his time and money?" "Relax, he didn't." He chuckled at the misunderstanding he had just caused. "The former owner, Mr. Bueno, was unnecessarily hard to please. I told him that The Dumont Group could only complete the hall in three and a half months but he wanted it done within three months. According to him, two weeks would be too long for him to wait." Ge