All Chapters of Contract Marriage: I've always loved you: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Without a second thought, I stride towards her, taking off my sunglasses. I reach her just as the photographer is about to take another shot, and I don’t wait a single second to grab her waist and yank her to me, leaving everyone in shock. The look of surprise on Grace’s face is quickly replaced by one of pure desire as our lips meet in a searing kiss. “I just wanted to show them whom you belong to, Wifey,” I whisper huskily against her lips, my hands clutching her waist possessively. Grace’s response is a soft, breathy murmur that sends shivers down my spine. “That’s hot. I like it when you act all possessive, husband.” She smirks, her eyes smouldering with desire as she leans in to capture my lips in another heated kiss. A low moan escapes her lips as I bite her lower lip, and her fingers tangle in my hair as the passion between us ignites. This is where she belongs, in my arms, and I’ll do whatever it takes to remind everyone of that fact. As I return to my spot against the t

We reach home. I slept during the entire car ride, burying my face in Steve’s chest and wrapped in his warm arms. As we enter our room, a smile spreads across our faces at the sight of our twins. Giana sits comfortably in Zara’s lap, her chubby cheeks glistening in the soft light, while Evan enjoys his tummy time, his tiny legs kicking in excitement as Olivia shakes the rattles in front of him. As their eyes fall on us, Giana outstretches her tiny arms towards us, weeping, making adorable faces. Evan, on the other hand, lets out a scream, as if scolding us for leaving him alone for so long. Oh… my little munchkins! They missed us as much as we missed them. My heart warms up with love, and I rush to Giana before scooping her up into my arms. “Oh, my little angel, we missed you so much,” I whisper, showering her with kisses. She snuggles into my embrace, sucking on my chin, her tiny fingers grasping my dress. Steve picks up Evan, who continues to scream, his face scrunched up in a

We lie silently, wrapped in each other’s embrace after the kiss. Like every night, even though I don’t want to, I overthink about that bastard who tried to rape me during my childhood. I’m worried. It’s been ten months since he escaped from prison, and we still have no clue where he is. I don’t know what he’s planning to do. Perhaps something sinister. “Love,” Steve’s voice brings me back to reality. “Hmm...” I murmur, playing with the button on his shirt. “Are you thinking about the same thing?” he asks in a soft tone, his hand stroking my hair. I lift my head from his chest to meet his gaze. “I just can’t stop myself, Steve. It’s been ten months, and he’s still out there. I don’t want to waste a single second thinking about him, but it’s hard.” He places his hand on my face and caresses my cheek. “I know, my love. It’s natural to feel anxious, but we’ll get through this together. For now, let’s try to focus on the present.” I plead, “Help me forget about everything, Stev

The detective comes to us and says, “You should go home now and rest. We’re searching for her.” Grace shakes her head. “No. I’m not leaving until I find my daughter.” "Mam, please try to understand. There is no use of you both staying here," the detective insists, his voice laced with empathy. "We have teams combing through every inch of this park, and we'll continue to do so until we find her. But right now, you both need rest. You need to stay strong for Giana." Grace's hands tremble as she clutches onto the hairpin, her knuckles turning white with the intensity of her grip. “But I can't just sit at home while my daughter is out there somewhere, alone and scared. What if she is hurt, or…" her voice chokes up with pain, shattering my heart. I compose myself and place my hand on her shoulder. “He's right, Love. We need to trust the authorities to do their job. We can't help Giana if we're exhausted and running on empty. Let's go home, get some rest, and be ready to continue the

Steve’s P.O.V. One Week Later It’s been two weeks, and we still have no clue about Giana. Every day, it feels like a burden. I can’t stop myself from wondering about the worst possibilities. If someone had kidnapped her for money, he would have called her till now. But nobody called us. We’re clueless about where our daughter is. I miss everything about Giana: her innocent smile, her gorgeous blue eyes, and her sweet laugh. God! With each passing second, the pain is intensifying. Will we ever be able to see her again? Is she fine? How will she be living without us? These thoughts drive me and Grace insane. Sometimes it feels like good days will never come back. Grace stays strong for me, but I can see that she is living with guilt every day that she failed to protect our daughter. I seriously don’t know what would I have done if Grace wasn’t with me these days. Her words give me hope that we’ll surely get back our daughter to us. The loud ringing of Grace’s phone bring