All Chapters of Billionaire Contract Wife: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Alex’s secretary swiftly arranged an emergency flight to get them back home. The flight was silent, with Alex sitting still, his jaw clenched and countless thoughts racing through his mind. Frustration and exhaustion warred within him, and for the first time in years, the idea of walking away from it all tempted him. Maybe he should let them win, he thought bitterly. But that would mean conceding to the very people who had turned his life into a nightmare since his mother’s death. No. He couldn’t give them that satisfaction. Not now. Not ever. When the plane landed, Alex didn’t waste a moment. He went straight from the airport to the office, leaving Claire to return home on her own. The tension between them wasn’t personal; it was the weight of everything pressing down on Alex, threatening to break him. Claire understood that, but it didn’t make her heart ache any less. At the house, Mrs. Hampton was already waiting for Claire. She greeted her with a warm smile and immediately be

Claire tossed and turned all night, unable to find peace. It wasn’t until early morning that she finally drifted into a light sleep. However, it didn’t last long. The shrill ringing of her phone jolted her awake. Groaning, she reached for it, still groggy as she answered. “Hey, Claire,” a familiar voice greeted. She frowned, her mind sluggish. “Who is this?” she asked, her voice tinged with irritation. “I’m hurt you don’t recognize my voice,” the caller teased, a mocking edge in his tone. Her eyes snapped open as realization hit her like a bolt of lightning. She sat up abruptly, her heart pounding. “Roy?” she said, her voice trembling with disbelief. “Ah, there it is,” he chuckled smugly. “Seems you’ve finally got a hang of my voice. I’ve missed you so much, Claire.” Her anger flared instantly, burning away any remnants of sleep. “Get the fuck off my phone and never, ever think about calling me again!” she spat, her voice cold with fury. Without waiting for a response, sh

Claire couldn’t believe her ears as Roy casually demanded such an absurd amount of money. She scoffed, incredulous at his audacity, but Roy didn’t seem to care in the slightest. He took a slow sip of his coffee, completely unfazed by her reaction. “You must be out of your fucking mind to even ask me for such a ridiculous amount of money,” Claire snapped, her patience wearing thin. Roy smirked, unfazed. “Ridiculous amount of money? You’re married to Alexander Steele for crying out loud. That’s more like shopping money for you.” Claire’s eyes narrowed in disgust. “Now I see exactly why you’re here. You want to milk me dry because you believe I now have all the money in the world. But sorry to disappoint you, rich people are even more stingy than poor ones. That’s how they keep their wealth.” “I’m not interested in any argument you have to make,” Roy said, standing up and taking one last sip of his coffee. “You have two weeks to get the money ready, or those pictures will be flyi

Claire arrived at the location with her heart racing, already furious before she even saw him. When she spotted Roy standing in front of a hotel, her temper flared. She stormed up to him, fists clenched, her voice low but intense. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Roy gave her a crooked grin, his tone casual as though he hadn’t just dragged her into this mess. “I was hoping we could spend some time together, like the good old days, you know?” Claire’s eyes narrowed, disbelief flashing across her face. “You must be out of your fucking mind to think I’ll follow you into a hotel.” Roy’s smirk didn’t fade. “Then you leave me no choice but to post the pictures.” Claire’s face hardened. “Go ahead. You can forget your fucking money then.” She said coldly making Roy turn around to face her sharply. “What?” “Yes post it you good for nothing bastard” Roy scoffed stepping closer he then leaned in a little, his grin widening. “You’re still as sharp as ever. That turns me th

Claire woke up the next morning to find Alex already gone for work. The house was quiet, and she decided to take the day to relax, hoping to ease the tension that had been building up inside her. She had barely settled on the couch with a cup of tea when her phone buzzed. Seeing Roy’s name on the screen made her stomach churn. Reluctantly, she picked up, bracing herself for another round of his demands. “Meet me at the park near 8th Street,” he barked, his tone as condescending as ever. Claire clenched her jaw, her patience wearing thin. “Listen, Roy,” she snapped, her voice cold and steady. “If you want your money, you’d better reconsider how you talk to me.” There was silence on the line for a moment before Roy chuckled darkly. “It seems you’ve forgotten, Claire,” he said, his voice dripping with malice. “I could destroy your life in a heartbeat.” Claire’s grip on the phone tightened. Her fear simmered beneath the surface, but she refused to let it show. “And maybe yo