All Chapters of Contract Marriage: I've always loved you: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Grace’s P.O.V. The next day, as I feed Evan, Steve sits on the bed, staring straight, tensed. In just an hour, I have to leave to confront the person who attempts to rape me in the past, and who now holds our daughter captive. It’s no surprise that he’s the one behind Giana’s disappearance. He’s not human; he’s a monster. Once I have my daughter back, I’ll burn him alive. I’m not afraid to face him, not anymore, because I’m no longer the frightened child he once preyed upon. I have become strong now. Today, I feel even stronger because I have to protect my daughter from that beast. Two weeks without Giana feels like an eternity. There hasn’t been a single moment when I haven’t missed my little princess. I long to see her again, to hold her in my arms and see her bright blue eyes sparkle with joy at her favourite toys and chocolates. “Sissy Sissy…” Evan says in his babyish tone as he stops drinking the milk. My eyes well up every time he calls for his sister. He misses Giana

Steve’s P.O.V. Grace and I are returning home after our unsuccessful mission. She’s fallen asleep, her head resting on my chest, silent tears slipping from her closed eyes. I hold her closer, my gaze fixed on the passing scenery outside the car window. Today, she fought like a warrior to get back our daughter, but fate had other plans for us. I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that the monster was playing mind games with us. He hadn’t actually kidnapped our daughter; he was merely toying with our emotions to get to Grace. A part of me wanted Grace to kill him on the spot, but it wasn’t enough. I want that bastard to suffer every day until his last breath for the pain he inflicted on my wife over the years. His actions have left scars on her soul that may never fully heal. And today, he committed one more sin by lying to us and making us feel vulnerable. When he demanded Grace to strip before him, I nearly lost control, ready to storm in and beat the life out of him. But

“She’s alright, Steve,” Grace murmurs, resting her head on my shoulder. “The doctor has confirmed it.” “I know, but I still can’t stop myself from worrying about her. She was away from us for a month, Grace,” I respond, constantly checking Giana’s forehead, hand, and every inch of her body to make sure that she isn’t hurt. Grace and I sit on the bed, Giana nestled in my lap, while Evan sleeps nearby. It’s been hours since we reunited with our daughter. It feels surreal, almost too good to be true. How did Giana end up here, alone and unharmed? And why did the kidnapper choose to return her now, after all this time? Grace brushes a stray lock of hair away from Giana’s forehead. “I understand, Steve. It’s been a harrowing ordeal for all of us, but the important thing is that she’s back now, safe and sound.” “I just can’t help but think something isn’t right,” I respond, my gaze fixed on Giana’s peaceful face as she sleeps soundly in my lap. “Why would the kidnapper leave her at o

Grace’s P.O.V. Twins are sleeping in their nursery, and I stand in front of the mirror, wiping off my makeup after a photoshoot. Closing my eyes as I spray the toner, I feel warm arms wrapping around me. I don’t need to open my eyes to know who is it because I have already recognised the touch. It’s my man. My husband. Steve. He buries his face in my neck, tightening his grip around my waist. My brows furrow in worry because he seems tense. I can feel it. I immediately open my eyes and meet his gaze through the mirror. “Are you alright, baby?” He looks back at me in the mirror, moving away from me. “I’m fine. Just work stress. Need a warm bath.” He hurries to the bathroom and shuts the door. I’ve never seen him so stressed about work before. I’m certain there’s something else bothering him. And I know very well how to get him to open up and relax. A mischievous glint appears in my eyes as I ponder my plan. I pull off my dress in a jiffy before entering the bathroom. S

Steve’s P.O.V. Two Years Later “Look here, my little angels.” Grace’s voice catches Evan, Giana, and my attention, and we look at her. I brush Giana’s long brown hair as she sits on my lap, absorbed in playing with her doll. Evan stands behind me, wrapping his arms around my neck, while Grace diligently works on her daily blog with the same enthusiasm as every day. “Mama…” Evan walks over to Grace and jumps into her arms. She giggles, kissing his cheek before turning the camera towards them. “Say hi to my followers, Evan.” “Hi, Mama’s followers.” Evan waves at the camera, beaming. “Keep showering love on her because she is pretty and the best mama.” “Aww… my baby. You are Mama’s best son.” Grace chuckles at Evan’s sweet words, her eyes shimmering with love as she holds him close. “Mama, I’m also your best son.” Giana pouts at them, causing us to laugh. “Princess, Evan is our best son, and you are our best daughter,” I explain, tucking her hair with the unicorn hairpin. She l