Semua Bab Dear Mr. Billionaire, Our Marriage Is Just A Contract: Bab 21 - Bab 30

CHAPTER 21: BROKEN FINGERS.RACHEL'S POVI get off my bed a little bit late at night because before going to bed last night, Beatrice had sent a message to those of us who worked for the event to take two days off to rest and resume on Monday. That is quite a huge relief.This is why I appreciate and respect her because even though we might not be close, she knows how to take care of those assigned to her. I freshen up and head to the dining table while thinking about how I will spend my day productively. "Good morning, Marco." I greet him with a smile. "Good morning. Yesterday's event must have been tiring for you seeing how late you woke up!" He exclaims and I chuckle, "It is almost noon."I nod, " I am not even exaggerating when I say that it was kind of tough to pull but we did it. I deserve the rest." I respond. "Yeah." "What about Noah? Has he left yet?" "He hasn't stepped out of his room since he entered last night."Huh...that is strange. "Will you check in

CHAPTER 23: BURNING SCANDAL NOAH'S POVThe drive to the family estate is quiet, save for the low hum of the engine. Despite the warmth of the evening, my hands feel cold against the leather steering wheel. I know this visit might just not be about delivering a file—nothing with my family is ever that simple. After thinking about it, the Senator could have had anyone else deliver it but chose me purposely.I rub my chin. Maybe this is a conspiracy plan to have me come over.As I pull up to the grand entrance, the imposing gates open before me, a sight that has remained unchanged for years. The family house stands tall, its grandeur undeniable, yet to me, it has always felt suffocating. The weight of expectations, of past wounds, clings to its walls like an unshakable curse.I sigh as I get out of the car.I step inside. The servants, some familiar, some new, greet me with polite nods. Their eyes hold recognition, but also wariness. It has been a while since I last stepped foot here, a

CHAPTER 25: DEATH ANNIVERSARY.AMELIA'S POVThe evening air is thick with humidity as I step out of the cab, clutching a bouquet of white lilies against my chest. My fingers tighten around the delicate stems, my knuckles turning white as I look around. The cemetery is quiet, the only sounds are coming from the rustling leaves and distant chirps of crickets. The fading sunlight casts long shadows over the headstones, and my breath comes out shaky as I force myself to take a step forward.I shouldn’t be nervous. It’s just my mother’s grave. I’ve done this every year, haven’t I? But I know it’s not her that has my heart slamming against my ribs. It’s him.As I walk down the gravel path, my gaze flickers ahead, and I finally see them clearly. Emily stands a few feet away, her arms wrapped around herself, eyes filled with relief as they land on me. And beside her—him. My father. He stands tall, rigid, his hands shoved into the pockets of his suit. He doesn’t look at me. Not even once as I

CHAPTER 27: FIRST KISS. RACHEL'S POVThe sound of the front door clicking shut breaks the silence in the living room. I glance up from the book I’ve been pretending to read for a while since I heard his car drive in, my fingers frozen against the page. I am wondering if he is just going to ignore me and walk away or maybe something might come up.Noah walks in, his tie loosened, his gaze steady as he looks at me. There’s no immediate irritation in his expression, no sharp words waiting on his tongue. Just silence. "Welcome back," I say to him and he nods. Well, that's a first. "Are you busy?" His voice is even, unreadable.I blink, unsure if I imagined the question. I look down at the book I am holding - do I look in any way busy?! "No... why?"He exhales as if debating his next words. "Get dressed. We’re going out."I stare at him, waiting for a smirk, a sarcastic edge—some indication that this is another joke. But to my surprise, none comes. Instead, he shrugs off his sui

CHAPTER 29: A TASTE OF SOMETHING NEW.RACHEL'S POVI sit on the couch, waiting for Noah to return. The house is unusually quiet, and I find myself glancing at the clock every few minutes. My fingers trace the rim of my phone absentmindedly when it suddenly vibrates, making me jump from the sound.I exhale softly in relief when I notice that it is just a phone. An unknown number flashes on the screen. My instinct tells me to ignore it, but curiosity gets the best of me. I hesitate for a moment before swiping to answer. "Hello?" My voice comes out wary.A sluggish, slurry voice responds on the other end, almost incoherent. It takes me a second to recognize it, but when I do, my heart clenches. "Rachel… Rachel, I—" There’s a pause, followed by a heavy sigh. "I'm so sorry… I shouldn't have said those words to you… I still—still love you. I promise that (burps) I promise to do better. We can both do it. I promise to release you from the shackles of that manipulator."Liam.My