All Chapters of The Trillionaire's Contractual Bride: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

CLAIRE I knew how scared I was. I tried to tell myself that there was no need to panic but for some reason. I was afraid. It was already two hours before Asher told me when he was going to return, and when he finally returned, he looked worn out and tired. I could tell that he wasn't in the mood to make conversation. I wondered if something went wrong during the meeting. His face was dark and gloomy, and I could tell that he was trying very hard to look normal. He was smiling in a way that didn't quite reach his eyes. I wanted to ask him what was wrong. I wanted to tell him that he could talk to me, but he looked dead on his feet, so I couldn't really say anything more. As he was about to enter the next room, I caught a glimpse of the red lipstick stain at the left corner of his shirt. My brows furrowed deeply because I didn't know what to do. We had just had a lengthy conversation about trust and honesty. I had told him that I had loved him. I had been beyond elated that he didn'

CLAIREI felt Asher’s arm tighten around me as he drifted back into a steady rhythm of breaths. My eyes stayed on his face, how they we're softer when he was asleep, free of the tension that seemed to cling to him like armor when he was awake. Seeing him this way—this close—brought a kind of warmth to my chest that left me craving every bit of him.Not that I hadn't had that already.My thoughts wandered back to last night, the tender and yet wild and uncontrolled way he touched me, as though I were something he couldn’t bear to go without. And yet, beneath all that passion, I sensed desperation. It was as if the intensity between us wasn’t only from our desire but also from his fear. Now, I understood why.The news of his father had thrown him, and even though he tried to brush it off, I could see that it settled like a shadow over his face. I turned in his arms, brushing my lips lightly against his shoulder. “Asher,” I murmured softly. His eyelids fluttered open, and a sleepy smil

CLAIRE I closed my eyes and sighed. I couldn't exactly remember when I got home so fast. Only that I was trying to get home to my husband as soon as possible. I had missed it. I thought about how the day had turned out to be a good one. From the offer that I had received this afternoon to the look that I got to experience on Liah's face. Everything seemed to be going fine. I hurried to the room.My heels clicked relentlessly against the floor. I finally opened the door, and I blinked in surprise when I spotted Asher lying on the bed with his torso bare. My gaze lingered on his torso for a little bit, and my mouth watered. It was a happy surprise to see him home before me. He looked unaware of my presence as his arm was placed over his eyes. His chest rose and fell slowly.He seemed to be exhausted and asleep. I wondered if I should leave him to rest and find something else to occupy myself with. But every part of me ached to touch him for some reason. I slid out of my shoes and blaze

CLAIRE “Cheetos or marshmallows?” He grinned at me. I blinked. My brain was a bit slow considering the fact I just woke up from sleep.I closed my eyes and sighed. A smile is slowly beginning to form on my face. He was the first thing that I saw in the morning. My brows furrowed.“It's morning. Why are we having Cheetos and marshmallows as options for breakfast?” He grinned.“It was something that I used to do as a kid. I wasn't really a fan of having breakfast with my parents, so I would have these as options instead. Ice cream too. I wondered how my teeth endured all that terror.” We both laughed, and he settled on the bed beside me.He placed my leg on his thigh. My nightdress rode up an inch higher, exposing my bare thigh. I noticed the way his gaze lingered on the sight for a little longer than necessary. I closed my eyes and sighed. I was exhausted and thrilled at the same time. “We could have ice cream for breakfast too,” he grinned at me. The mischief was evident in his eye

REGAL The party was already in full swing by the time I left my bedroom, and the night was yet to even begin. I smiled to myself, descending from the stairs into my living area, which had temporarily been converted into a party hall. Guests lined the entire perimeter of the space, with soft music blasting from the overhead sound systems, and my invited guests chatted animatedly among themselves, networking and generally having fun. From where I stood, I could confirm that at least a dozen faces were people I was sure to have invited, who did well to turn up. Turning my head to the left, I caught a glimpse of Jonathan, Conrad, and Elvislounging on one of the plush sofas strategically arranged in a corner of the room, beautiful young girls slung around them. On a stool in front of them were placed different bottles of wine with different glasses. I began walking towards them when they spotted me.“The man himself!” Conrad chanted as I approached their gathering, alerting the others of