All Chapters of A YEAR'S CONTRACT : Mr billionaire's wedding: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Anne's pov The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room as I slowly opened my eyes. My head throbbed with a dull, persistent ache, and I groaned as I tried to sit up, the events of the previous night a hazy blur. What… what had happened? I looked around the room, taking in the familiar surroundings. This was Luke’s mansion, my bedroom, the place I had slept every night since we returned from the funeral. But something felt off, like a piece of the puzzle was missing, just beyond my grasp. And then it hit me—the wine. The dinner. The waiting. “Oh no,” I muttered, squeezing my eyes shut as bits and pieces of the night before started to trickle back. I remembered cooking, setting the table, and then… drinking. A lot of drinking. But after that, everything was fuzzy. I rubbed my temples, trying to piece together the fragments of memory. I vaguely remembered Luke coming home, the look of concern on his face, and then… what? Did I kiss hi

Anne I stirred from sleep, a soft smile tugging at my lips as the memories of last night drifted through my mind. The passion, the connection, the way Luke had held me close, the kisses on my body and the way he made love to me—it was everything I hadn’t realized I wanted, yet everything I had come to need. I stretched lazily in bed, but when I reached for Luke, my hand met cool sheets. Confusion flickered through me for a moment before I heard the soft clink of dishes coming from the doorway. I sat up just as Luke appeared, carrying a tray laden with breakfast. “Good morning, sleepyhead,” he teased, his eyes twinkling as he placed the tray on my lap. I smiled up at him, feeling a warmth spread through me at the sight of his tousled hair and relaxed expression. “What’s all this?” “Breakfast in bed for my beautiful wife,” he said with a grin, leaning down to press a kiss to my forehead. “I figured after last night, you deserved a little pampering.” My heart fluttered at his word

JASON'S POV I sat there for hours, holding Megan’s hand as she slept, my heart heavy with guilt and regret. Her breathing was steady now, the rise and fall of her chest calming me in a way I didn’t expect. But underneath that calm was a storm—a torrent of emotions I hadn’t let myself fully feel until this moment. She was carrying my child, and I hadn’t even known. How had I missed it? How had I been so consumed by my own pride and anger that I didn’t see the signs? All the while, she had been trying—working tirelessly to make things right between us. And what had I done? Nothing but stand by, waiting for her to prove herself, while she bore the weight of everything on her own. Despite the regret I felt I felt, a small part of me wondered why she had not told me about the pregnancy. I couldn't stop thinking, what if it was Luke's? Megan stirred beside me, her fingers twitching in my hand. I straightened up, wiping the tears from my face as she slowly opened her eyes. For a moment,

The days passed in a blur, everyday thinking and visualizing meeting my mother. Before knowing she was alive, I never thought of her this much because we never bonded. I was deprived of the love of a mother and now knowing she was alive was too painful. She was a goddess to everyone one who watched her movies.A celebrity idol, known by millions. And she had stayed hidden from me my entire life. I had loved her as anyone else did, she was my idol, but now I didn't know what to feel. I needed closure, and that's why I had planned to meet her today. I arrived at her sprawling mansion under a cloud of nerves, the kind that twisted my stomach into knots and made my palms sweat. Luke had offered to come with me inside, but I refused. This was something I had to do alone. I needed answers. Needed to know why she had left me, why she had let me believe she was dead. The door opened, and there she stood, more beautiful in person than any picture or magazine cover could ever capture. Her

Anne's pov The locket felt cool against my skin as I fastened it around my neck. It was a weight I didn’t know I needed—a piece of the past I was now willing to carry. It didn’t absolve my mother of all the years of silence, but it was a start. A fragile bridge between us. As I stood in front of the mirror, staring at the small silver pendant resting above my heart, I wondered what came next. My life had been a series of unpredictable events ever since I signed that contract with Luke. What had started as a desperate deal to save my father had led me to uncovering the hidden legacy I never asked for. And now, it seemed I wasn’t just navigating the complexity of love—I was also running from shadows. A knock on the bedroom door pulled me from my thoughts. Luke stepped inside, his eyes catching on the locket immediately. He walked over and gently lifted it between his fingers, examining the delicate piece. “It looks good on you,” he said quietly. I smiled, though it didn’t quite re