All Chapters of A BILLIONAIRE'S CONTRACT OF BETRAYAL: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Mia's POVI woke up to the sound of the alarm clock blaring, its shrill tones piercing through the small room I shared with my mother. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I glanced at the clock. 5:30 AM. It was time to face another day, another battle against the merciless grip of poverty.As I slipped out of bed, the worn-out wooden floor creaked beneath my feet. I tiptoed across the room, careful not to wake my mother. Her fragile health meant I had to carry the weight of the world on my shoulders, finding a way to make ends meet and keep her medical bills paid.After a quick shower and a meager breakfast of toast and tea, I headed out into the bustling streets of New York City. The air was thick with the scent of coffee and exhaust fumes, a stark contrast to the quiet desperation that had become my daily companion.I worked as a waitress in a small café downtown, serving overpriced lattes to people who didn't know the meaning of financial struggle. But it was the only job I could find

Mia's POVEthan's unwavering resolve sent shivers down my spine. It was clear that he harbored deep-seated anger and a thirst for revenge that surpassed any rationality. As the gravity of the situation settled upon us, Nathaniel's protective instincts surged to the surface, his possessive nature over me becoming palpable.Nathaniel stepped forward, his voice firm and laced with determination. "Ethan, whatever grievances you have against me, don't involve Mia in this. She's innocent and doesn't deserve to be dragged into our past conflicts."Ethan's eyes gleamed with a mix of malice and satisfaction. "Oh, but Mia is an integral part of your life now, isn't she? Your precious contract wife. You thought you could control everything, didn't you, Nathaniel? But love doesn't work that way, does it? It's messy, unpredictable."I felt Nathaniel's grip on my hand tighten, his possessiveness fueling his determination to shield me from harm. His voice took on an edge, a reflection of his despera

Mia's POVThe room was cloaked in darkness as Nathaniel and I sat in silence, the weight of our individual struggles heavy upon us. The events of the past few weeks had taken a toll on both our hearts and minds. Our contract marriage, once a shield against the world, had become a mirror reflecting our deepest fears and desires."I never imagined that our journey would be so tumultuous," Nathaniel finally spoke, his voice tinged with a mix of weariness and longing.I turned to him, my heart aching at the vulnerability etched on his face. "Nor did I, Nathaniel. But in the midst of chaos, I have discovered a profound connection—a love that transcends our arrangement. It's a beacon of hope that guides us through the darkest of times."Nathaniel's gaze met mine, his eyes filled with a mix of uncertainty and longing. "Mia, I can't deny the depth of my feelings for you. This contract marriage was supposed to be a transaction, a means to an end. But it has become so much more."Tears welled i

Mia's POVAs the morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow in the room, I found myself lost in thoughts of the upcoming charity gala. It was meant to be a night of celebration, a chance for Nathaniel to showcase his philanthropic endeavors and for us to enjoy a rare moment of respite from the chaos that had engulfed our lives. Little did I know that the tranquility of that morning would soon be shattered by an unexpected revelation.As I sat at the breakfast table, sipping my coffee, Nathaniel entered the room with a furrowed brow and a newspaper clutched tightly in his hand. His face, usually composed and confident, was etched with concern."Mia, you need to see this," he said, his voice laced with urgency, as he handed me the newspaper.I glanced at the headline, and my heart sank. The words blared across the page in bold font: "Billionaire Tycoon's Shady Business Dealings Exposed."My hands trembled as I skimmed through the article, each word striking like a da

Mia's POVI couldn't believe my luck when I stumbled upon the journal tucked away in the attic. It was a dusty old leather-bound book, its pages yellowed with age. As I carefully opened it, a rush of anticipation coursed through me. What secrets did it hold? What mysteries would it unveil?I settled into a comfortable chair by the window, the warm sunlight casting a soft glow on the pages. The journal belonged to Nathaniel's late mother, and the thought of delving into her past felt both exciting and intimate. I knew I was about to embark on a journey that would change the course of our lives.The first entry began with a date, many years before Nathaniel and I had even met. The words were written in delicate, flowing script, and as I read, I couldn't help but feel a connection to the woman who had once held this book in her hands."June 12, 1978. Today, I discovered a secret that has haunted our family for generations. It is a burden we carry, a weight that grows heavier with each pa