All Chapters of Billionaire Contract Wife: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Alex wasted no time storming across the room and yanking them apart, his fury boiling over. Without hesitation, he landed a hard punch across Charles’s face, sending him sprawling onto the floor. “What the hell do you think you’re doing in my house?” Alex growled, his voice thunderous. Charles barely had time to react before Alex climbed on top of him, raining blows down with unrelenting force. Claire stood frozen, her mind unable to process the chaos unfolding before her. “Stop!” she screamed, her voice cracking as tears streamed down her face. “Stop, please!” But Alex was deaf to her cries, his anger driving him forward until his punches slowed, his knuckles raw and his breathing ragged. Finally, Alex stopped and grabbed Charles by the collar, yanking him upright. His eyes were cold, his grip unyielding. Charles chuckled darkly, spitting blood onto the floor. “You’re such a fool,” he muttered, his voice low and taunting. “I wonder how I didn’t see that earlier.” “Get t

Alex's phone rang after a while, snapping him out of his thoughts. His secretary’s voice was calm but laced with urgency. "I've located Roy. He’s at a hotel downtown, The Brookview Hotel. Room 312." Alex’s heart raced as he heard the name. The same hotel. The same place where the pictures had been sent to him days earlier. His grip on the phone tightened, and his voice came out colder than he intended. “Are you sure?” he demanded, not even bothering to mask the intensity in his tone. “Yes, sir. I’ve confirmed it. He’s checked in under a false name, but I have all the details. Would you like me to send security?” “No, I’ll handle it.” Alex’s jaw clenched. “I’m heading out.” He hung up the phone without another word, storming to the door, his mind already racing through the possibilities. He couldn't let Roy get away with this. Not after everything Claire had already been through. And if Roy thought he could hide behind walls, Alex would make sure those walls came crumbling

Charlotte was brought in for questioning after Alex mentioned her name during the investigation, linking her to the exposure of personal information that made him and Claire vulnerable to Roy’s threats and attacks. Alex had painted her as the one responsible for communicating with Roy, suggesting that she had played a role in facilitating the entire ordeal. However, when the police conducted their investigation, they quickly ran into complications. The number Charlotte used to communicate with Roy was registered under someone else’s name, casting doubt on her involvement. Furthermore, there was no concrete evidence to confirm that Charlotte had ever actually met Roy in person, and the communication between them remained anonymous. Despite the implications raised by Alex’s statements, the lack of direct evidence linking Charlotte to the crimes meant that there was not enough to continue pressing charges against her. After careful consideration, the authorities had no choice but to

Alex got home to meet Claire sprawled out on the sofa watching a movie. She quickly got up when she heard the door open and ran up to him. “So tell me what happened? How did it go?” She asked. He told her all about what happened and how he no longer had to be bothered about his mental health hindering him from leading the company. Claire pulled him into a gentle hug, and he hugged her back tightly, like he had needed that all day. “You did well” she said as she patted him on the back gently and he melted more in her arms. She pulled back abruptly surprising Alex before she followed with a causal “You should get some rest,” she said as she let him go and returned her focus to the movie. He stood there, unsure of what to do. He wanted to say something, anything, to keep her attention, but she was already laughing at the scene on the TV, completely immersed. Alex lingered for a moment, then gave up, taking deliberately noisy steps up the stairs in one last attempt to draw he

Claire wasted no time grabbing something from her closet and throwing it on before dashing out of the house at great speed. She almost forgot to lock the door but doubled back quickly, her hands shaking as she turned the key. Jumping into a cab, she urged the driver to hurry, though to her, every second felt like an eternity. She tapped her feet impatiently, the city lights blurring as the car seemed to crawl through the traffic. Finally, she arrived at the hospital and rushed to the counter, her heart pounding. “I got a call that my husband is here,” she blurted out breathlessly. “What’s his name, ma’am?” the nurse asked, her expression calm. “Alexander Steele,” Claire said, her voice trembling. The nurse’s eyes widened for a moment, her tone slipping into surprise. “Alexander Steele?” she repeated, but quickly caught herself. “I’m sorry, ma’am,” she added, her fingers flying over the keyboard. After a moment of searching, she looked back up. “He’s VIP room 7. Take the el