All Chapters of A Million-Dollar Marriage: A Story Of Heart Over Contract: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Old days.Those days when she would watch him look at a certain woman like she hung the moon and stars. Whenever they went to functions together, and he spotted her, his eyes would follow her across the room. Gianna remembered thinking Mason would never get over Olivia. How could he? Olivia was the kind of woman who made heads turn and conversations die mid-sentence. She knew her power and wielded it like a weapon, especially when Gianna and Mason started living as a couple. It always made Guanna feel like an awkward understudy in someone else's love story.But things changed. Slowly and beautifully, Gianna and Mason fell in love and things were going great…Or at least, that's what Gianna thought until that moment when she was standing on her own doorstep, staring at Olivia's composed face where Mason's should be; the face of the one who used to be in similar shoes as hers. She donned a cream satin blouse and tailored pants, red lips curved in that signature smile that used to make

The creaking of the bed frame suddenly came to a halt and Mason's hands froze on her hips; they both listened.“What was that?” Gianna whispered first.Mason pushed off her. “Stay here,” he commanded lowly, already shifting to the edge of the mattress to pick up his robe.Gianna wanted to protest being left behind, but he was already sliding to his feet and cinching the knot at his waist.She watched Mason go towards the door with an almost preternatural silence, pulling it open just far enough to stick his head through and survey whatever lay beyond. No further sounds seemed to have followed the initial scream they’d heard. Gianna also put something on and followed cautiously behind him.Right at the foot of the staircase, they found Olivia lying limp in a scrap of black linen that barely qualified as clothing. There was also a flip-flop lying several steps up, its mate nowhere in sight.Mason and Gianna exchanged a quick glance before he descended first, kneeling beside Olivia.“O

“I did exactly as you wanted. Now you need to uphold your end and send over those documents like you promised,” said Dr. Reynolds in disgruntlement. Olivia rolled her eyes as she cradled the phone against her ear. “Don't yell in my ear. I'll send them over when I'm ready, but I'm not going to leak them.”A humorless scoff echoed down the line. “You're such a cunning woman.”“It’s good you know exactly who you're dealing with then,” Olivia said coyly before ending the call and tossing her phone down on the mattress beside her, and then she eyed the wheelchair positioned pointedly in the corner. Last night, when Mason and Gianna were trying to get a doctor to examine her, Olivia thought her lies were going to be exposed. But luckily for her, Mason instructed Gianna to call Reynolds instead. She was well aware of Reynolds’ shady history when he worked for her father.He dealt in black market pharmaceutical supplies and falsifying documents, so that information came in handy when it ca

A giddy thrill of excitement bubbled up in Gianna's chest whilst rifling through her closet for the perfect outfit for her night out with Mason. Tonight would be all about her and her lovely husband, as well as the banishing of any seeds of doubt sown by Olivia's poisonous words.She wore a bright yellow cocktail dress that hugged her curves enticingly and Gianna took her time with her makeup and hair. She wanted to look absolutely stunning. By the time she stepped out of their bedroom, she was practically glowing.Downstairs, he was already waiting by the front door and his smoldering gaze raked over her figure appreciatively as she approached him.“You look ravishing,” he murmured huskily, taking her hand and brushing a featherlight kiss across her knuckles. “Shall we, m’lady?”Gianna felt herself flush with pleased pride under his ardent regard. She allowed him to lead her outside and straight to the awaiting car. Mason opened the passenger door for her with a flourish before circ

Gianna's hands immediately began to shiver and the cardboard box trembled precariously in her grasp. She stared at those looping black words, unnerved.Ninny.There we go again. For the second time, someone else was mentioning her childhood pet name. First, it was Bernie —he was dead—, now who was it? Gianna, taking in a deep breath, proceeded to ransack the box to see if there was anything else—possibly a clue as to its sender to come tumbling out. But there was nothing besides that innocuous white lid and the stark black lettering burning itself into the forefront of her mind.She confirmed to stare hard at it, as though if she did it enough, the words would rearrange into something—anything—that didn't feel like such a punch to her gut out of the blue.Now she was aware that information about her birthday wasn’t a secret; it was all over social media; the press was constantly fixating on every single aspect of her life as the wife of business mogul Mason Caldwell.But that name, o