All Chapters of Dear Mr. Billionaire, Our Marriage Is Just A Contract: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

CHAPTER 51: SHE'S NERVOUS.NOAH'S POVThe nightmare comes again, the same relentless images that chase me through the dark. I wake up with a start, breath heaving, sweat clinging to my skin. I guess my plans to move in might have brought it back again. My heart is heavy, the weight of something old and unshakable pressing against my ribs. I reach for the glass of water on the nightstand, drinking it down in quick gulps. The silence of the room is stifling, but I force myself to sit still, to let the remnants of the nightmare settle before checking my phone.A message from Reeves. "Hey, so you are leaving today. I just wanted to remind you. Don't waste your time at the family house dealing only with that issue. Don't forget about our plans. And make sure you take good care of Rachel. She's not strong enough to face them alone."I stare at the message for a few seconds longer than necessary before responding with a simple, "Thanks. I won’t forget the plan." I put the phone down.With

CHAPTER 53: MY HUSBAND IS GETTING MARRIED.RACHEL'S POVDinner is tense, but I don’t immediately understand why.I do understand that it might be because I am overthinking it but maybe this time around, I am not. The whole family is silent.My presence isn't even regarded.The large dining hall is filled with muted conversation, silverware clinking against porcelain, yet something feels... off. I study the family before me, observing the way they interact once in a while.Noah sits at the head of the table, quiet and unreadable as always, while an older woman—elegantly dressed, with a sharp gaze that misses nothing—watches me closely. I gulp...I guess I have been noticed. "And who might you be?" the woman finally asks, her voice smooth but edged with authority.I straighten slightly, setting down my fork. "I'm Mr Noah's assistant," I reply smoothly, casting a glance at Noah, who remains impassive. "What makes you think you have the right to sit at this table? You are just an ass

CHAPTER 55: TEMPTING HUG.RACHEL'S POVI shouldn’t be staring, but I can’t help it. My eyes are glued to Noah and the girl who clings to him like her life depends on it. The more I watch them, the more it seems like my eyes are going to pop out of their sockets.Her hands rest possessively on his arm, her body angled toward him as if trying to drown out the rest of the world.And he just stands there, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Like I don’t exist. Like he doesn't remember, he is legally owned by me... literally, but still! Respect! Where is it? The pit forming in my stomach twists tighter with every second I watch them together. I tell myself it doesn’t matter—this is all just a contract. Just a contract. But my heart? My heart refuses to listen to reason. That's what I hate the most. Before I can spiral too deep into my thoughts, Victoria’s overly sweet voice cuts through the tension like a sharp knife. "Oh, darling, it’s been far too long! How are you doi

Chapter 57: Final Betrayal "Take a seat, Rachel," he ordered in a firm yet hushed voice. He pointed to the chair across from him without waiting for her to answer. His posture was poised as though this were just another day in his empire, and his hands were steepled in front of his face.After hesitating, Rachel sat with her thoughts racing. What had called her here? She had no idea how this meeting would impact things, but she could feel it. Only the occasional click of Cassian's pen against his desk broke the dense silence between them.It still felt like a test, but Cassian's voice shifted into a more conversational tone when he remarked, "You've done well to maintain your position with Noah." However, you must comprehend something crucial. This family is... complex.Rachel scrunched her brows. What was meant by that? She started to question, but Cassian's subsequent remarks interrupted her."Rachel, there are alliances here. You might not have suspected some of them. As if he had

Chapter 59: The War Within Rachel stands next to Noah, her body stiff with expectation and her pulse a consistent thump on her skin. The room seems stifling, its heavy silence engulfing her. Though she cannot afford to say them, her mind runs with questions, not yet."Are you quite sure about this?" Rachel's voice comes out less than expected, betraying the hesitation she is trying to keep secret. Her gaze darts across to Noah, looking for any hint of uncertainty.Noah avoids looking back at her. His attention is on the door ahead; its low creak fills the tense air between them. His voice is quiet yet determined as he responds. "We are without choice."Nothing about the woman entering the room matches Rachel's expectations. Tall and with dark, sharp eyes that sweep the room with deliberate accuracy, Isabel fills the room right away, as though she is used to calling attention. She doesn't grin, but as she looks at Rachel, her lips start to quiver upward." Rachel," Noah murmurs, his v