All Chapters of Marriage Contract: the Billionaire and I: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

“Am I imagining or are you and Nathan getting close to each other?” I was sure Thalia wouldn't let such an opportunity go. “We became friends. Nothing more.” I try to act casual. My cousin may be my best friend, but I don't want to declare my feelings for Nathan to anyone because I'm not sure about them. I'm confused too. “Friends? Didn't you see what he did at the dinner table? He stood up for you against your mum. He embarrassed her that she ended up apologizing to you,” she exclaims, trying to keep her voice down. “He's just being a good friend,” I insist, bringing the birthday cake out of the box. “Believe what you want, but I'll give it less than two months. You and Nathan are going to be head over heels for one another. It's crystal clear that he likes you,” Zoey tells me and I laugh a little. Nathan would never like me. He told me before that there was nothing about me that he could ever like, so why would he suddenly like me? After get

This day has been going well. Why should something or someone come out of the blue the way Chelsea has just done? I’m trying to build a good relationship with Linnea, hoping that I can later ask her out. Knowing Chelsea, she may mess up everything I have been trying to do in a matter of seconds. It took me months to get rid of her annoying ass. She may say anything in front of the girl I’m dying to win and destroy the blooming relationship I’m attempting to have with Linnea. “It’s been a while, Nathan. Where have you been?” She technically tackles me into a huge and my nostrils flare. I awkwardly wrap my arms around her for a couple of seconds, then I drop them. I internally cringe the moment she kisses my cheek and I dare to glance at Linnea, who happens to be watching in complete silence. In a moment like this, I wish I could read her thoughts. Part of me wishes that she’d be jealous, because if she’s jealous, this means she cares. “We should totally get ba

“Where’s Linnea?” Henry wonders. Our parents left us at the table a while ago. “I don’t know,” I say, looking for her in the crowd. I’m now more attracted to this genius lady more than I ever was. She has built herself a great reputation over the years, but seeing how she gets praised whenever we meet somebody she has once worked with says more about her success. She’s way out of my league. Why would she even give me her attention? “Isn’t that Julian Whitlock she’s standing with?” Henry almost spits his drink upon hearing me. What’s wrong? “Fuck! That’s her ex,” he says and quickly turns to march towards them, but I stop him. “I’ve got this,” I say, taking one last sip of my champagne before marching towards them. She has never said anything about her ex and frankly, I don’t even remember his name, but I do remember something. One time my parents and I had a day out at the golf club with her family. As usual, I planned on annoying her, but Henry told me that

I hold her protectively in my arms even after she stops talking. Externally, I’m calm, but internally, I’m raging with fire. How did he dare to hurt her like that? How did he manage to hurt a beautiful person like her? If he wasn’t happy with her, he could have easily broken up with her, but he chose to torture her. That sick bastard! The way she literally threw herself in my arms when I offered says a lot about how hurt she is. She looks vulnerable in my arms and I feel special for how she is allowing me to see this side of her. That means she trusts me and I value this trust more than she can imagine. “Len,” I say and she hums, looking up at me. I love looking at her eyes. They’re a piece of art I have never seen before. So unique and mesmerizing. “When you took me to my room when I was drunk after our fight, was I mean to you in any way?” Upon remembering that night, fear throttled me. I didn’t want to be another addition to her trauma. She doesn’t deserve that. I

“Sir, I can assure you our system is impeccable. There’s no need to run that security check,” the IT department manager, Mr. Caldwell, tries to convince Nathan. “But if this is your wish, I’d be happy to assist your wife.” I hate how he keeps referring to me as ‘wife’. I have a name. I have my own identity. “You can call me Linnea or Mrs. Rodriguez, Mr. Caldwell,” I correct him, offering a very tight smile. I don’t want to lash at the old man. “Apologies.” He presses his lips together. “You’re so young to run a security test over such a big enterprise, Mrs. Rodriguez. I can’t wait until you impress me.” He is politely undermining me. “You can ask Nathan for my resume. I’m sure it will impress you,” I confidently say, walking towards one of the devices to start my work. Today is a challenge. Mr. Caldwell wants to prove to Nathan that their system cannot be breached, but his defensiveness is what I’m not fond of. If he’s that confident about his job, he shouldn