All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE’S CONTRACT MISTRESS : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

When I and Eric got to my apartment, my mom had locked herself in the bathroom, she was shivering and looked so scared when I found her.“Mom, did you see who it was?” I asked, holding her tightly.“No.. just a black clothing.” She muttered and I caught the curious look she was giving to Eric.I’d have to tell her who he was sooner or later.“Liv, Frederick is almost here, just pack up a few of her stuff.” Eric said and I nodded, moving away to pack up her stuff....I had expected Eric to book a suite or something for my mom so I was really surprised when he brought us to a beautiful farm house around his estate.“Eric?”I called, confused as we entered into the house. It was well furnished and with a peaceful serenity. “Your mom will live here from now on, I’ve already employed four securities, two maids and whatever else will make your mom feel secured—I suddenly interrupted him with a big hug, I had to, this man made me cry for many reasons but now, I was so gratef

Eric booked a girls’ trip to Las Vegas for my mom, Isabel and I. He has done so many nice things for me since I met him but this was the sweetest thing ever because although he wasn’t happy about letting me travel without him or Isabel traveling far for the first time , he agreed and paid for everything.After settling in the beach house Eric booked for us, I went out with Isabel for bikini shopping, we were going to the beach for some fun and I wanted her to choose her first bikini.As we shopped for some nice things, I felt the sudden presence of someone behind me and was greatly shocked to see Gina.“Liv!”She called, appearing as surprised as I was.“Gina! What are you doing here?”I asked, looking around.“Kate didn’t tell you? I moved here.”She replied and I thought of how big of a coincidence that was.“Isabel has grown into a lovely girl.”She said, looking past me. I quickly turned to check on Isabel smiling at a pretty pink bikini.“Yes she has.”I told Gina. I

When I got to Eric’s house, I met him in the gardens staring at the roses with so much attentiveness that he didn’t know when I was directly beside him.“Eric.”I called and he jumped a little before turning to me. What was he thinking about?“Just three days and it felt like three years.”He muttered, his eyes taking in all of me.I noticed his eyes were sad and had dark circles around them like he hadn’t slept since I left. In fact he looked thinner and a bit pale.“You didn’t call or texted so I assumed you didn’t want to see me.”I shrugged.“Why didn’t you call me to pay for your bakery reconstruction ? You spent so much of your money doing that.”He asked.“I wanted to do it myself. I had the money thanks to you.”I told him.He looked at me for a moment and then exhaled.“Let’s go inside.”He said and held my hand. I hesitated for a moment before following him.We sat in the lounge in different chairs and I kept looking out for Isabel’s appearance but it didn’t c

When I was little, I would draw imaginary pictures of my Dad, wondering what he looked like, if he had blue or green eyes, if his hair was black or brown or blonde. My mother never spoke about him even when I asked, all I ever wanted was to meet him and now, he was right in front of me.“Olivia, you’ve grown so much—“Stop!”I snapped, halting his movements towards me.He could be lying, I’ve never met my Dad, I didn’t know what he looked like and neither should he know what I looked like because he left before I was even born. He shouldn’t even know my name but then, there was this unexplainable familiarity I felt between us.“How do you know my name?”I asked, scowling deeper.“Because I’ve been trying to contact you for months now, I only just met an old friend of your mom’s and I—He stopped, his bright hopeful eyes turned dull with sadness.“She’s dead.”I told him, almost choking on my words.“I know.”He nodded, looking to the ground, his expression regretful.“Wel

I couldn’t reject the sixth date request from Sean plus I was already feeling guilty about how I spoke to him the last time he was here and I couldn’t even pick up his incessant calls or reply his texts. Accepting this date was the best way to apologize to him. “I cannot wait for you to move to California with me, there’s this really nice sea food restaurant around my office, you’ll love it.” Sean told me as we ate lunch together in a nice peaceful restaurant. “When are you moving back there?” I asked him, sipping from my drink. “Uh, couple weeks.” He shrugged. “That’s enough time for you to pack up right?” He asked and I paused for a moment. “I think.” I replied, unsure. “You do want to move to California, right? It’s a really good place for you to start again and I’ll be there to— “Sean, I’m still thinking about it, alright?” I said, quickly as I dropped my cutleries. There was a small scowl on his face before he forced a smile back. “You