All Chapters of Accidentally Contracted To The Billionaire CEO: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Brielle's POV French Polynesia was a slice of paradise straight out of a travel brochure, with the kind of crystal-clear waters that'll make you want to chuck your phone into the ocean and never look back. Like all good things, our little island escape had to come to an end, leaving me with a serious case of wanderlust. I'm still wrapped in the warmth of tropical sunsets, the sweetness of frangipani, and the gentle lap of crystal-clear waters. We're back to our typical lives as the Monroes “Brielle, darling, breakfast's on! And by 'on,' I mean it's a masterpiece that'll make your taste buds sing!” I swear, Mom's like a big kid sometimes. I love her for it, though. Post-vacation life is all about prioritizing. And, right now, my priorities are twofold: Taming this mane, which has morphed into a wild, wavy beast during our travels, and Satisfying my rumbling tummy with a hearty breakfast. The suitcase, filled with the remnants of our adventure, will just have to wait patie

Brielle's POV “We could have a lovely tea party, Ms. Monroe… that is, if you're still reigning supreme as the monarch of Scotland, of course.” I dead pan, “I'm… I'm not Scotland royalty, Andrei. I'm just a normal person. Whatever gave you that idea?” “Are you sure? You sounded pretty convincing back there. I believed you were.” “I was being facetious. It didn't mean anything.” “Oh, I was convinced it was genuine. I thought you were finally confessing your royal roots.” My lips compress into a thin line. “Now, now, Your Majesty, that scowl is not very regal. I’m just an innocent bystander, trying to bask in the radiance of your presence.” I manage a small, ironic laugh. It's a momentary distraction from the uncomfortable truth that still hung in the air. My face falls. I fumble for words like a blind person searching for a light switch. “I… I was hurt. Really hurt, you're seeing someone else. Seeing you with her… it feels like you've moved on without even looking bac

Brielle's POV Andrei and I dance the night away, laughing and spinning to the music. Next thing I know, we're sitting down, and I'm nursing a glass of champagne. I take a swig, just enough to keep my tongue loose. He catches my eye, and every time he does. That grin of his lights up, just a bit." That's a mighty fine smile you got going on." “Just thinking about how beautiful you look tonight.” I don't feel particularly special, but the way Andrei admires me makes me wonder if I'm missing something. I smile, feeling a flutter in my chest. “Thanks.” My phone pings up on the table and my attention is suddenly drawn to it. There's a lot of notifications, and I'm over here wondering if Ivy and Dr. Lane have formed a tag-team to track me down. Two messages, two distinct emotions. Ivy's text sings a lively, upbeat tune — "How's it going? Did everything go as planned?” — while Dr. Lane's message hums a gentle, reassuring harmony — "Hi, I'm just checking in to see if everything

Brielle's POV The door's soft click is followed by my own softer “oh”, a tiny expulsion of air as I realize, belatedly, that Andrei's jacket is still slung over my arm. I'm pondering this lapse when Mom materializes on the stairs, a vision in red satin. Guess my internal clock was off – I could've sworn she'd be dreaming of entrepreneurial summits by now. “Bri, there you are.” Her hands glide along the railing, guiding her steps. “A phone call would have sufficed, but I didn't want to interrupt... whatever was going on with you and Andrei.” She seems curious, making me a bit uneasy, and I wonder what she might have guessed – or misguessed. “Dad?” I ask hastily, eager to steer the conversation toward a safer subject, one that doesn’t threaten to puncture the delicate bubble of emotions I’m trying to hold together. “Your dad's conked out. You know how he transforms into a grizzly bear in hibernation mode when exhaustion strikes – nothing can rouse him, not even a hurricane wa

Andrei's POV “I'm dead serious, Paul. I'm asking you because I need a second pair of eyes on this. Maybe you'll catch something I'm missing. Help me out. Give me your gut instinct.” Paul’s eyes shift to the left, then to the right, “Well. I’ll put it this way—if Odessa told me she was baking a cake, and it tasted good, I’d still check for poison. If she said it was sunny outside, I’d still look for storm clouds and if she told me she was going to buy me a beer, I’d still count my fingers after shaking her hand. That’s all I’m saying.” I cock my head to the side, "Just doing your usual verbal gymnastics to avoid giving me a straight answer, Paul." He smiles, "She's a unique snowflake, boss. I'll give her that, and technically, You've spent more time with her than I have" Paul's not wrong. I've been riding this wild Odessa train way longer than he has. If there's a forked tongue behind her Bambi eyes… I'm better off knowing than he is. “Monitor my sanity.” I tell him. “If I start