All Chapters of The Billionaire's Sweet Contract Wife: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Sophie’s pov ;The day of the trial arrived, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I walked into the courtroom. Mrs. Carpenter, my mother now, had reassured me earlier."Bella, when you will be present as a witness later. Don’t be afraid. Just say whatever you remember. No one can do anything to you." Her words were comforting, but the weight of what I was about to do still pressed heavily on me.My parents and brother were there too, their presence giving me strength. "Yes, Bella, your parents will be with you. Don’t be afraid," my father said, his voice steady and reassuring.With their encouragement, I took a deep breath and stepped into the courtroom.The moment my old family—Mark and his wife—were brought in, the air seemed to thicken. As soon as they saw me, they started screaming, their voices desperate and pleading. "Girl! Save us! After all, we were the ones who raised you. Don’t you care about family affection at all?" Mark’s wife cried out, her voice shrill."Al

Brandon’s pov :"Bella, Happy New Year!" I greeted my sister with a warm smile as she approached. Sophie's eyes curled into a happy crescent as she replied, "Thank you, brother.""This is a New Year's gift prepared for you by your parents and me," I said, opening the trunk of the car. It was filled to the brim with gift boxes of all sizes. Sophie's eyes widened in surprise as she reached out to touch one of the boxes."Which one is my gift?" she asked, her voice filled with curiosity.“These are all,” I replied, gesturing to the entire trunk.Sophie looked stunned. "Why are there so many?"I couldn’t help but chuckle. She had just received a carload of gifts from the Williams family, and now here we were, unloading another carload from the Carpenter family. If her house were any smaller, it might not be able to hold everything. "Brother, these gifts are too many. You don't need to give me so many," she said, her tone a mix of gratitude and disbelief.I smiled warmly at her. "We are al

Sophie’s pov :As I stood in the middle of my childhood room, now transformed into a lavish space with a dressing room added just for me, I couldn’t help but feel a mix of emotions. The room was decorated exactly as my mother remembered my preferences from when I was a child—soft pastel colors, delicate lace curtains, and shelves filled with dolls and books. It was surreal, like stepping into a memory I had long forgotten.“Bella,” my mother said, her voice warm and filled with affection. “This is your home now. You should come back and live here. There’s plenty of space, and it would be wonderful if you could bring your husband too.”I smiled at her, touched by her eagerness to have me close. “Mom, when Sir is free, I’ll bring him over to meet you. He hasn’t had the chance to meet my family yet, and it’s only right that he does.”She nodded, her eyes glistening with unshed tear

Rey’s pov :My nails dug even deeper into my palms as I watched Sophie bask in the limelight. The delicate necklace on her neck, the admiration in everyone’s eyes, the way even the young master of the Williams family kept glancing at her—it was unbearable.Why?Why was she getting everything?Why was she the one dressed like a princess, standing in the spotlight, while I was left in the shadows?Had the past twenty years meant nothing? Did my so-called parents care so little for me that they secretly bought her a necklace worth nearly a billion while I had to fight for their attention?It was as if I didn’t exist.As if all those years of companionship, of calling them "Mom" and "Dad," were worthless the moment she reappeared.I wanted to scream. To tell everyone the truth.Sophie wasn’t some innocent fairy—they were all being deceived.She was already married.And not to

Dominic’s pov :I’ve been in charge of the Williams family for years, navigating the complexities of the business world. I’ve seen and experienced more than most, which is why I knew Sophie wasn’t overthinking things. This wasn’t paranoia—it was deliberate. Someone in the Carpenter family was targeting her, and I was sure of it.When Sophie told me her mother had wanted her to move back in with the Carpenters, I could see the fear in her eyes. After the recent incidents, she was repulsed by the idea of returning to that house.I pulled her close, feeling her tremble slightly. “Don’t be afraid,” I said, my voice steady. “I’m here.”She leaned into me, her warmth seeping into my chest. It was rare for her to let her guard down like this, and I cherished it. She confessed she hadn’t told her parents about her suspicions, afraid they’d think she was paranoid. I understood. She’d been away from them for so long; there was still a distance between them. She feared they’d judge her, maybe ev