All Chapters of The Billionaire's Contract Wife: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The New York City skyline shimmered with a golden hue as the setting sun painted the horizon. Nestled within the heart of the city, Alexander and I had made our home—a luxurious penthouse that offered respite from the chaos of the outside world. Little did I know that within the confines of these walls, a hidden room held the key to unlocking the secrets of Alexander's past.It was a peaceful evening when I stumbled upon the hidden room. As I explored the vast expanse of our penthouse, my curiosity led me to a seemingly inconspicuous wall adorned with an antique painting. Something about it drew me in, compelling me to investigate further.My fingers traced the edges of the frame, searching for any indication of a hidden passage. With a gentle push, the painting swung open, revealing a secret chamber beyond. My heart quickened with a mix of trepidation and excitement as I stepped into the dimly lit room, its air thick with mystery.The walls were lined with bookshelves, their shelves

I sat alone in my modest apartment, the dim light casting long shadows on the worn-out furniture. It had been years since my mother's mysterious disappearance, and the wounds of that fateful day still haunted me. The pain of not knowing what had happened to her, of living with unanswered questions, had left an indelible mark on my soul.As I stared out the window, lost in memories and longing, a soft knock on the door jolted me from my reverie. I hurried to open it, my heart pounding with anticipation. To my surprise, I found an envelope lying on the doorstep, unassuming and anonymous. With trembling hands, I picked it up and carefully tore it open.Inside was a single sheet of paper, its contents written in a bold, sweeping hand. My eyes scanned the words, and with each passing line, a mix of shock, anger, and determination welled up inside me. The letter contained evidence, undeniable proof that Victoria, Alexander's jealous ex-fiancée, had orchestrated the accident that had led to

The sound of my racing heartbeat filled the confined space as I struggled against the restraints that bound me. My wrists were bound tightly with coarse ropes, chafing my skin, while a blindfold obscured my vision, plunging me into a world of darkness. Fear gripped my chest, threatening to suffocate me, as I realized the gravity of the situation I found myself in.The room was dimly lit, the air heavy with the scent of dampness and neglect. My mind raced, desperately searching for a way out, but I knew that escape seemed impossible in my current predicament. I had fallen into the clutches of Alexander's business rival, Vincent Blackwell—a man whose ruthlessness matched Alexander's, but with a malevolence that seemed darker, more sinister.I could sense Vincent's presence in the room, his cold gaze bearing down on me like a predator stalking its prey. The silence was broken by his voice, a low, menacing growl that sent shivers down my spine."Emma Turner," he hissed, the venom dripping

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden glow over the city as Alexander and I stood on the terrace of our penthouse, the familiar skyline stretching out before us. It was a serene moment, a rare respite from the chaos that often consumed our lives. But little did I know, this tranquil scene would soon be shattered by a shocking revelation.As we turned to reenter the penthouse, Marcus, Alexander's closest confidante and longtime friend, approached us with a grave expression on his face. His usually jovial demeanor was replaced by a sense of urgency and tension."Alexander, we need to talk," Marcus said, his voice laced with concern. "There's something I need to tell you, something that could change everything."Alexander's brows furrowed, his eyes searching Marcus's face for clues. I could sense the gravity of the situation, a heaviness settling over us like a fog. Instinctively, I moved closer to Alexander, our fingers intertwining, seeking solace in the strength of our bo

I woke up to a barrage of notifications on my phone—messages, emails, and missed calls. Confused, I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and reached for my phone, only to freeze in shock as I scanned the messages flooding my screen. They were filled with accusations, rumors, and screenshots of scandalous conversations I had allegedly engaged in.My heart raced, and a knot formed in the pit of my stomach. How could this be happening? The messages were explicit, containing conversations I had never had, with people I had never met. It was as if a dark cloud had descended upon me, tarnishing my reputation in an instant.Frantically, I tried to make sense of the chaos unfolding before me. It didn't take long for me to realize that my digital presence had been manipulated, twisted to create a false narrative that painted me as someone I wasn't. And then it hit me—Victoria, consumed by jealousy and desperation, must be behind this orchestrated attack.With trembling hands, I called Alexander, my v