All Chapters of Unexpected Romance, Contract marriage : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

LEO'S POVI vaguely recalled the police officers trying to show me a video that night during their interrogation. Honestly, I hadn’t been paying much attention. I figured it was just routine, something they had to do. But now, with everything happening, I couldn't help but replay that moment in my mind.What was in that video? When did this even happen?A knot tightened in my stomach as so many thoughts raced through my head, questions I hadn’t bothered asking before suddenly weighing heavily on me.Why hadn't I paid closer attention? And why were they so insistent?But what really shook me was Rachel’s expression when she showed me the footage earlier. Her eyes, filled with disbelief and hurt, told me everything I needed to know. She believed every single part of that video—whatever it showed, it was enough to make her shut me out completely.I had no idea what I was dealing with, but I knew I had to find out. And soon."Rachel, how—where did you even—" I stammered, trying to make sen

RACHEL'S POVThe anger bubbled up inside me, mixing with sorrow and confusion.I felt like I was losing control. Every time I thought about my father, every memory flooded back with a new sense of betrayal. I couldn’t let this go. If the police wouldn’t do their job, then I would have to take matters into my own hands. I made the decision then—I would find a way to send Leo to jail myself.I was determined to trick Leo, to play the long game and pretend I had forgiven him. My plan was simple: once we got to the seminar, I would lure him into revealing all kinds of evidence about what had happened. I needed to expose him, and I thought I could do it without raising any suspicion. But everything took a turn I didn’t expect. The day after I showed him the video, he ignored me completely.I watched in disbelief as he approached our instructor, a deep frown etched on his face.“The project you want us to work on, I’m backing out. I have so many things lined up on my schedule” he said, frust

RACHEL'S POV"‘Someone wrote it for me, thinking it was the best way to sabotage your company,’ Leo said, his voice steady, yet tinged with a hint of regret. ‘But I’m taking responsibility for it since it came from my company.’I stood there, speechless, my heart sinking as his words echoed in my mind. It was exactly what had happened in my case. A wave of guilt washed over me, heavy and unexpected.My assistant had released those damaging articles, trying to take down Leo's company in retaliation. My mind suddenly went back to memories again.Although I had suspected for a few years now that Leo might not have been involved in my father’s death—the timing and location of the incident didn’t line up with when he left my house—there was still a nagging doubt. The way he swept the case under the rug left me questioning everything, fueling my suspicion. It made him seem guilty, and his shift in attitude after I confronted him with the CCTV footage only ignited my anger further. Maybe, jus

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MICHEAL'S POVAfter dropping Cecilia off, I made my way to the company, my mind still replaying the almost-kiss in the elevator. The warm glow from our time together lingered, making me feel lighter, and more hopeful. Just as I turned onto the main road, my phone buzzed in the cup holder. I glanced down to see a text from an unknown number: “Meet me at The Olive Tree restaurant. I have important information.”Curiosity piqued, I decided to go. The Olive Tree was a quaint little place with a cozy ambiance, and I hoped whatever this was about wouldn’t take long. As I stepped inside, the familiar scents of herbs and garlic enveloped me, instantly making me feel at ease.I scanned the room, searching for the person who sent the message. My heart raced as I spotted a woman sitting at a table in the corner. Her back was to me, but there was something about her posture that felt unsettlingly familiar. I approached cautiously, unsure of what to expect.As I got closer, she turned to face me, a