All Chapters of Dear Mr. Billionaire, Our Marriage Is Just A Contract: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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Seductive lips

Dear Mr. Billionaire, Our Marriage Is Just A Contract/Faleti's Pen

CHAPTER 31: SEDUCTIVE LIPS. RACHEL'S POVThe morning air feels heavier than usual, thick with the weight of anticipation. As I stand before my closet, my fingers hover over the dresses hanging inside, yet my mind is still processing what happened last night.I had been ready to sleep, my thoughts already tangled with the coming trip after Beatrice had announced to me that I had been successfully chosen to go along with some people to the event when an unexpected knock at the door pulled me out of my daze. At first, I considered ignoring it. It was late, and no one ever really came to my room. But something about the rhythmic tapping made me move.Well, who else could it be?When I opened the door, Noah stood there, his hands clasped behind his back. His gaze was steady but unreadable, a stark contrast to the slight stiffness in his posture. "Hi," I greeted, eyeing from the top of his head to the toes that were currently out of his footwear, wondering why he was standing there. We

Last Updated : 2025-02-13

Why are you with the boss

Dear Mr. Billionaire, Our Marriage Is Just A Contract/Faleti's Pen

CHAPTER 32: WHY ARE YOU WITH THE BOSS?RACHEL'S POVThe moment I step out of the car, I feel the weight of their eyes on me. A few of my colleagues are gathered near the entrance. I believe they just arrived a few minutes before us as they are yet to even settle down or compose themselves.Their conversations come to a sudden halt as they notice me coming out of Noah’s sleek black car, which is behind me, heading towards the general parking lot. The unspoken question is written all over their faces, and before I can make a discreet escape, one of them, Claire by name, steps forward. "Rachel?" she says, her tone laced with curiosity. "That's suspicious. Did you just get out of that car? Our Boss's car?"I school my expression into something neutral, feigning nonchalance. "Oh, yeah," I answer, shifting my purse on my shoulder. "Mr Noah happened to see me looking for a cab and offered a ride since we were heading in the same direction."There's a moment of silence as they process my w

Last Updated : 2025-02-13

A scavenger hunt

Dear Mr. Billionaire, Our Marriage Is Just A Contract/Faleti's Pen

CHAPTER 33: A SCAVENGER HUNT (1)RACHEL'S POVWhen I wake up the next morning, the room feels eerily quiet. For a moment, I forget where I am, but then the events of last night come rushing back. The awkward agreement, the unexpected roommate situation, and the fact that Noah had insisted on taking the couch even after I offered that I could take the couch instead, or we could share the bed. But he had brutally refused. I sit up, my fingers brushing against the empty space beside me. The bed is massive—easily big enough for two—but that would have been way too weird. We’ve never shared a bed before, and honestly, I can’t even imagine what that would have been like.I would probably spend the whole night not sleeping.With a small shake of my head, I push off the covers and stretch. Noah is nowhere to be seen, and there’s no sign that he was ever here, apart from the slightly rumpled couch. Figures. He probably woke up at the crack of dawn and went off to do whatever rich, brooding bo

Last Updated : 2025-02-14

A scavenger hunt (2)

Dear Mr. Billionaire, Our Marriage Is Just A Contract/Faleti's Pen

CHAPTER 34: A SCAVENGER HUNT (2)RACHEL'S POVThe first clue hits my phone, and I glance down at it with a sigh. It reads: Find the oldest thing on the property and look within its roots.I glance up at Noah, who’s standing a few feet away, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. His usual cold expression is back, and I can’t decide if it’s frustration or boredom. Either way, it makes me a little nervous. I can’t afford to screw this up. "Well," I begin, trying to keep my tone light, "looks like we’re looking for something old and rooted. Any guesses?"Noah doesn’t answer right away, his gaze focused on the sprawling garden that stretches ahead of us. Then he shifts his attention to the large oak tree in the center of the lawn, its twisted branches reaching high into the sky. "That," he says simply, pointing to the tree.I stare at the tree for a moment, unsure. “The tree?”He nods once, his tone indifferent. “Oldest thing I see.”I frown, but I don’t argue. I might as well giv

Last Updated : 2025-02-15

Orgasm

Dear Mr. Billionaire, Our Marriage Is Just A Contract/Faleti's Pen

CHAPTER 35: ORGASM RACHEL'S POVThe event is finally over for the day. I should feel relieved, but my chest feels heavy instead, I assume it must be because I am exhausted already. As I prepare to return to my room, my eyes catch sight of Noah standing with Marianne. They’re close—too close. I don’t know what they’re talking about, but the way she leans in, the way he doesn’t pull away, makes something bitter rise in my throat. "He wants me to wear the wedding ring, but he seems not to understand the importance of social distancing," I scold him in my heart, and then I look away. It’s none of my business. It shouldn’t be, after all. It is just a simple agreement in which I don't have to control him. Still, my feet move faster, carrying me back to the room before I do something stupid.Once inside, I head straight for the bathroom. A warm bath should help clear my mind, relax my body, wash away this unnecessary jealousy, and keep me sane. I stay under the water longer than usual,

Last Updated : 2025-02-15

Push a little

Dear Mr. Billionaire, Our Marriage Is Just A Contract/Faleti's Pen

CHAPTER 36: PUSH A LITTLERACHEL'S POVI haven't seen Noah since that humiliating night, and honestly, I don’t know if I’m relieved or frustrated. Either way, the event must go on, and I have no choice but to push through. Maybe not seeing him is better because, at least, I have control over my thoughts. The best part of it all is the camaraderie I’ve found with some of the other hotel staff. It makes everything a little more bearable.After finishing my round of serving, exhaustion seeps into my bones, and I decide to retreat to the staff lounge for a short break while almost finishing the snacks in my hand. The room is lit, with a few tired workers lounging on the couches or chatting in small clusters. My attention is drawn to a young woman in the center of a circle. She wears a crisp uniform with her hotel's logo embroidered on the pocket, and all eyes are fixed on her. I don't think that I have ever seen her before in any meeting but regardless, I move closer, curiosity filling me

Last Updated : 2025-02-15

I can’t bear it anymore

Dear Mr. Billionaire, Our Marriage Is Just A Contract/Faleti's Pen

CHAPTER 37: I CAN'T BEAR IT ANYMORE.RACHEL'S POVThe vibration of my phone startles me as I sit on a bench in the evening after the event for the day has finished, trying to gather my thoughts after the long day. When I glance at the screen and see Emily’s name flashing, a sinking feeling grips my stomach. I already know what this is about before I even swipe to answer. "Emily, how are...?" “Rachel,” Emily’s voice is thick with frustration and exhaustion, “I can’t do this anymore.”My grip tightens on the phone. “Emily, are you alright? what happened?” “Dad - He’s gotten worse,” she says, her voice trembling. “A few nights ago, I got a call to come and pick him up. He was passed out drunk in a bar. He lost all his money gambling again, Rachel. I had to beg them not to throw him out. Do you have any idea how humiliating that was?”I close my eyes, inhaling sharply. The pain in my sister’s voice cuts through me like a blade. I can picture it vividly—our father slumped over at so

Last Updated : 2025-02-15

Arousal

Dear Mr. Billionaire, Our Marriage Is Just A Contract/Faleti's Pen

CHAPTER 38: AROUSAL RACHEL'S POVI rush back to the hotel room, my mind still tangled with Sandra’s words. Would she tell people about my living situation with Noah? How would I even explain it? At first, I was going to pretend like I didn't care but now, I am thinking that I really do.I exhale heavily and sit on the bed, rubbing my forehead. A headache starts to creep in, but before I can process any more thoughts, the door swings open suddenly.Noah steps in, his gaze meeting mine for a brief, awkward moment before he looks away. There’s still this tension between us— something that’s been hanging in the air for a while now after the incident. To say we haven't been avoiding each other is an understatement. "Hi." I manage to greet him.“Hi. I need to get out of here for a while,” he finally says, his voice even, controlled. “So, I was wondering if you have any interest in coming. Do you want to?”I blink at him. “What?”He shoves a hand into his pocket and leans against the doo

Last Updated : 2025-02-16

Wave of pleasure

Dear Mr. Billionaire, Our Marriage Is Just A Contract/Faleti's Pen

CHAPTER 39: WAVE OF PLEASURE.RACHEL'S POV{WARNING: THERE IS AN INTENSE SCENE BELOW}Noah carries me to the bed and places me gently on it. His hand reaches the bed lights and he slowly turns the brightness low. The air between us is thick with tension, every inch of space charged with anticipation. My heart races as Noah steps closer, climbing on the bed. His huge body overshadowed me, the warmth of his body drawing me in. His eyes lock with mine, a silent promise flickering within them. I feel my breath hitch as his fingers graze my cheek, his touch featherlight but electrifying. There's a pull between us, a magnetism that leaves me powerless to resist.Is it because it's been long since I last felt a touch that has made me go this crazy? I am not too sure. But whatever the reason, I desperately want to get loosed up tonight.His hand moves to the back of my neck as I push my body up a little, his thumb brushing along my skin in slow, deliberate strokes. A shiver runs down my spin

Last Updated : 2025-02-16

A winner

Dear Mr. Billionaire, Our Marriage Is Just A Contract/Faleti's Pen

CHAPTER 40: A WINNERNOAH'S POVThe morning light casts a warm glow across the room. I stretch slightly, feeling the unfamiliar lightness in my chest. My hand instinctively reaches out to the side, only to meet empty sheets. My brows furrow as I shift onto my elbow, scanning the room. She's not here.A small exhale leaves my lip as I sit up. Rachel must be up already and with her mates in the kitchen. I sit up, running a hand through my hair, and that's when it hits me—the memory of last night. A small, unconscious smile tugs at the corner of my lips before I quickly suppress it. I wonder, did she enjoy it? Or was it just the heat of the moment? My fingers brush over the space where she slept before I shake my head and get up. There's no time to dwell on this. There's only one day left before everything wraps up, and today’s event is important.After freshening up, I head to the venue, where the competition among the hotel staff is already underway. The energy in the air is palpabl

Last Updated : 2025-02-17

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