All Chapters of The Arrogant Billionaire’s Contract Wife: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

LIAM’S POV I had been busy since the day we landed in Venice, I hadn’t had space on my schedule to fully spend time with Hayley. Not that she was complaining or begging for my attention, but a part of me also felt threatened when I saw Christian standing by the receptionist that day. I was well aware that Hayley still hadn’t gotten over Christian, which meant that he could still get under her skin. What always pisses me off the most is why he doesn’t want to let her go? He doesn’t love her, and then he should give the chance to someone who can do what he can’t. Christian is just manipulating her, he isn’t capable of loving anyone else apart from himself.I found myself standing in front of Hayley’s door, there was this mixture of excitement and curiosity that rushed through me. since Christian had been in Venice, there was no way he and Hayley wouldn’t have even talked or spent time together. What if I was too late? Soon, the door opened partially, and it revealed Hayley wrapped in

“This attachment that you have to him, it’s not real. He is manipulating you.” She shook her head, “Then why don’t I feel that way? I know he’s not perfect, but you don’t see what I see in him. He’s just this way on the outside an…” “You’re making excuses for him, Hayley. He’s not worth your excuses until he starts treating you right. And I know he would never be capable of doing that.” Her gaze darted towards me, they held my words in denial. She wasn’t going to listen to my words or change her mind. It was like I already knew that, but I didn’t want to give up. “He would! Anyone is capable of doing anything, as long as they put their mind to it. He would treat me right and I know, I can’t say I’m sure 100 percent but everyone deserves a chance.” She pulled the band from her hair, they fell graciously on her shoulders and she ran her fingers in them. “Don’t I deserve a chance too? I….i don’t just desire to have you. I’m not moved by lust, even though I respectfully want to bury

CHRISTIAN’S POV Hayley’s three-word confession which she spilled drunkenly kept playing back over and over in my head like a broken record player. The words “I love you”, were the first time I had heard it in a long time. I wasn’t sure what to feel when she said them, was I supposed to believe her? but she was drunk. But when is drunk is when they become more vulnerable, and the well they fell from her lips. For the first time, I could tell that those words were genuine. The first woman who ever said them to me was Caroline, and even then she didn’t mean it. My mother never said it, and to be honest, it was better she didn’t. if she had said it, and still left me the way she did then I probably would never want to hear that word again. This was what I wanted anyway, for her to love me. Now that she does, was I supposed to say it back? I stood outside and watched the chauffeur pack our belongings for our flight back to New York. The trip to Venice was over, my mission was accomplis

CHRISTIAN’S POV I guess a man can’t get a little vacation, because I was literally only out of New York for a few days and I’m back to doing some damage control bullshit. As I sat at my desk, furiously jotting down notes, Monica was across from me, typing away on her laptop and making phone calls. We had just one week away from launching my new automobile, and I get back to hear that the designs had been leaked to a rival company. Not only did they steal the designs, but they also made a general post about it coming out soon. If I launch my automobile immediately after theirs, I will be canceled by the public. It would look like I stole it and those bastards could even sue me after stealing my designs. “Monica, make sure the legal team is ready to move on this immediately. I’m not letting those thieves get away with this.” I instructed, my voice was laced with frustration and determination. Her phone rang and she picked up the call, I wasn’t expecting things to start going smooth

I didn’t picture myself picking up a wedding dress for Liam’s stepmom when I offered to help with wedding preparations. Even though he seemed fine with Trish and me hanging out together, I still couldn’t handle the thought of him alone with his dad.The entire drive was awkward; we didn’t say much. In fact, we hardly said anything to each other; I only watched as she nodded satisfyingly to Whitney Houston’s music playing from the radio in her car.I didn’t quite know her, but I did agree with her taste in music; the cool breeze just seemed to rush in my face as all the windows were down. But I didn’t mind; at least the view was interesting. It felt like, for the first time, I didn’t have much to worry about, or I didn’t even need to worry at all.“We’re here, Hayley,” Trish said that minute later. As she pulled her car over in front of a small shop, I could see some mannequins on display with wedding dresses. We were definitely in the right place.We got out of the car and approached