All Chapters of Billionaire Contract Wife: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The room went silent as the weight of Alex words sank in. Loud gasps soon filled everywhere at the realization of what was happening. It was as if everyone processed their thoughts at the same time. The manager paled, taking a step back. "Sir, I—I didn’t know—" “You didn’t know?” Alex interrupted, his voice cold now. “So you thought it was okay to assault a colleague? Do you have any idea what you’ve just done?” “Sir, I—” “Save it. I don’t want to hear another word from you.” Alex turned to his secretary. “Call HR. I want this man out of this building immediately.” “Yes, sir,” the secretary replied, already pulling out her phone. Alex turned back to Claire, gently taking her hand away from her cheek to assess the damage. "Are you okay?" he asked softly. She nodded, though her eyes brimmed with tears. “I’m fine,” she whispered, her voice breaking slightly. “You won’t have to deal with him again. I’ll make sure of it,” Alex said firmly. He placed a comforting hand

The news spread quickly on social media: Charlotte Briggs was not Alexander Steele’s real wife. As expected, her father’s company, which was finally getting back on track, took a huge hit. Charlotte was furious as she scrolled through post after post mocking her. People accused her of trying to take what wasn’t hers, calling her a liar for pretending to be Alexander’s wife. Some even said she deserved everything that was happening for staying quiet when the rumors started. Her anger boiled over when she read one comment: “The great Charlotte Briggs lost to a nobody. How embarrassing!”“Ugh!” she screamed, grabbing her phone and throwing it against the wall. It shattered with a loud crash. At that moment, her father stormed into the room. Charlotte jumped to her feet, quickly fixing her short dress and trying to compose herself. “Dad… I…” she began, forcing a nervous laugh, but her father’s furious glare stopped her in her tracks. He cut her off with a sharp slap across her fa

Heavy breaths filled the room as she leaned back against the kitchen counter, her chest rising and falling as she came down from her high. “That was amazing,” she murmured, a satisfied smile tugging at her lips. “We should do it more often.” He chuckled, running a hand through his disheveled hair. Her eyes flicked down and caught sight of his very obvious erection straining against his pants. Without a word, she slid down from the counter, her bare feet landing softly on the tiled floor. His eyes followed her every movement, curiosity and desire mingling in his gaze. Before he could say anything, she sank gracefully to her knees in front of him, her hands already reaching for his waistband. “What are you doing?” he asked, his voice low but edged with both surprise and anticipation as he looked down at her. She glanced up at him through her lashes, her smile playful yet filled with intent. “Making sure you feel just as amazing as I do.”Taking off his pants and underwear, her eyes

Alex woke up, the events of the previous day replaying in his mind. He dreaded the idea of facing Claire this morning, but he knew he had no choice. With a heavy sigh, he got out of bed and prepared for work. When he came downstairs, he found Claire and Mrs. Hamptons chatting heartily at the dining table. The sight caught him off guard, and he couldn’t help but wonder if he was the only one feeling awkward about yesterday. Had she already moved past it? Then again, he reminded himself, nothing had actually happened between them, it was all in his head. Mrs. Hamptons' lively presence made breakfast feel more natural, the conversation flowing easily between them all. Alex was grateful for the distraction, though he still found himself stealing quick glances at Claire. He kept them as minimal as possible, not wanting to give himself away. He realized he hadn’t updated Claire about the investigation or its progress. Instead, he’d spent his time having wet dreams about her. What kind o

Alex parked his car and quickly went on the internet to check what his secretary had told him about. He searched his name, and of course, the news about his wife’s dad being an ex-convict popped up. He clicked on one of the articles and read through silently, clenching his fists more and more with every word he digested from the long article. "Evidence shows that he assaulted underage children from elite families out of sheer malice and jealousy, and it was reported that he didn’t feel remorseful even when he was convicted." He called his secretary and instructed her to look into the article and verify how true it was, then report back to him. He hit his steering wheel repeatedly. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" He checked his company’s stocks, and of course, they had taken a hit with a 1.78% decrease. It was only expected to continue plummeting the more the news spread. The immediate solution would be to publicly divorce Claire and state that he had no prior knowledge of the situation, a