All Chapters of The Arrogant Billionaire’s Contract Wife: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

CHRISTIAN’S POV The grandeur of the masquerade gala unfolded around me as Khalid and I engaged in a conversation, with a glass of champagne in our hands. I wonder who always hosted these masquerade auctions. Rumors say that it's some godfather in the mafia that we don’t know about, I couldn’t care less about rumors. I only saw it an as opportunity for rich people to buy stuff they don’t need and flaunt their money in their rival’s faces. “I told Donatello, the bar is off-limits for deals like that.” Khalid’s tongue came out to wet his lips, savoring the taste of the liquor. “Is he trying to get you into the drug business, or he wants to use your bar like some underground drug hideout.” “Either one of the two, I told him I don’t want to get involved with his shady ass and so is my bar. I don’t want the police busting into my bar, looking for shit that isn’t there. That could ruin my reputation.” His tone sounded like he was annoyed, “And I’ve known him since high school. I thought

RIELE’S POV I would never get used to the antiseptic smell of the hospital or the smell of haloperidol. My heart was beating fast in my chest, I was trying my best not to tense up. This was the first time I would meet my mom, but she wouldn’t even recognize me.My eyes drifted to a petite nurse, walking by with a small tray in her hand. The tray contained, antidepressants, antipsychotics, lithium, and minor tranquilizers. I swallowed down hard when I caught a patient just staring at me. “Hey! Stop him!” I heard a loud shout from behind me, and my eyes widened. A male patient was rushing frantically towards me. I froze, and then two securities brushed past me as they charged at him from the front and two others at the back. They pinned him down and managed to put a stray jacket on him, I still stood frozen, this was one of the reasons I never wanted to work in a psychiatric home. I just wanted to see my mom and get the hell out of there as soon as possible. I walked towards the nurs

CHRISTIAN’S POV The sound of the gunshot echoed continuously in my head, for the past four days after the incident. Everything almost screamed trauma, from when her blood splattered on my face, to the look of death in her eyes and how she fell at my fell at my feet into her pool of blood.Just like that, she was dead. Caroline was dead, the woman I had ever really given a chance at love after my mom left me. was I supposed to be upset that she was dead? Or even mad? All the love Caroline reciprocated to me was fake, she never for once loved me. Even if she genuinely did, now I would never know, and even if she said it herself I still wouldn’t have believed her. The anger in me increased even more as I woke up daily, it felt like I was losing. The thought of Alexander trying to take everything from me triggers my resentment even more. I knew he was terrible, but I never knew he was worse. He had ruining my life slowly, since when he started sleeping with Caroline. Now that he was mo

CHRISTIAN’S POV Before I landed in Venice, Khalid had given me what seemed to be a proper orientation on what to do, and what not to say to Hayley. He already said that if I couldn’t get Hayley back, even after all these then I should let her go and stop being a pain in the neck. She froze when she saw me yesterday; my eyes didn’t linger on her for too long because of Liam’s uncomfortable state. He didn’t utter a word to me, while Hayley still approached me, even if it wasn’t to exchange proper pleasantries, Liam just went to his room. I crossed my legs with my cup of coffee in hand, as I was seated by the open windows of the private Cafeteria I had told them to set up just for me. Earlier this morning, I had seen some students from New York University having breakfast. I was able to pick up quickly that Hayley was affiliated with them, and that indeed she got into university, which I was proud of. I had called her on the phone to have breakfast with me, I doubted if she would res

HAYLEY’S POV As we came back after riding the gondola, I couldn’t help but think of how much I loved seeing this side of Christian. This loving, vulnerable, and romantic side of him, they were everything I didn’t get to experience in our fake marriage. I was dripping wet, and so was Christian. Someone accidentally broke the fire hydrant by the street side and water started spraying everywhere. It was fun because we had to start running while laughing like little kidsAfter our last fight, I thought he never liked me. By then, I had loved him even more but tried my best to hide it. Now he was here in Venice with me, trying to put in efforts to win me back. Each time I find myself slipping away into Liam’s innocence and gentleness, But then the thought of Christian, reminding me that he could never be enough for me crosses my mind each time. I didn’t want to hurt Liam, he was like a sweet bunny. I placed the key card on the door and it slid open, I tiredly dragged myself into my room