All Chapters of The Billionaire's Sweet Contract Wife: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Sophie’s pov ;"There’s no one I know with that name," I said, almost to myself, as Jenna had mentioned the name “Brandon Carpenter.” Why did it sound so...strange?My chest felt tight, like there was a weight pressing down on it. It hurt in a way I couldn’t explain."Sophie, what’s wrong with you?" Jenna’s voice pulled me back to the conversation.I pressed a hand over my chest, willing the sensation to go away."Nothing," I said, trying to sound casual. "I just think…that name feels very…special."There was a slight pause on her end before Jenna continued. "The Carpenter family still holds a high status here in London, but their reputation faded after something happened over ten years ago. It led to the family’s decline. Now, they’re considered second-rate."I felt an odd pang of sadness. "What happened?" The question tumbled out before I even thought about it."Sophie, you never cared about wealthy family drama before. Why are you curious about the Carpenters now?""I…I don’t know.

Dominic’s pov ;As soon as I saw her step into the car, I caught the distinct scent of the tea clinging to her clothes.The eldest son of the Flensky family, Christopher, was known for his refined tastes and mysterious demeanor, an elegant face masking shrewd intentions. People like him—people who played at subtle games—were hardly the sort I wanted Sophie entangled with.She’s innocent, trusting, like a little white rabbit. She’s too pure for the intricate schemes of this world. And I can’t always be around to protect her. My best option was to keep her far from such influences.“Stay away from him,” I said quietly.She nodded, her voice soft. “I see.”For the rest of the ride, I noticed her head dipping slightly, fighting the drowsiness. But every time I glanced at her, she was curled tightly in the corner of the car, as if deliberately keeping a distance, clearly cautious.“If you’re tired, come over and sleep,” I finally said.She jolted awake, her cheeks coloring as she shook her

Dominic’s pov ;The smell of wine on her lips lingered, bright and tempting as she took a small sip.My eyes couldn’t help but fixate on the stain it left, a hint of red, like the most tantalizing color.As she set the glass down, my gaze stayed, feeling a dryness at the back of my throat that had nothing to do with the wine I’d just swallowed. An old, familiar urge stirred in me, one I worked hard to suppress.With a steadying breath, I finished my drink, trying to tamp down the thought.But it didn’t end there.Sophie’s cheeks were flushed, and I could tell the wine was hitting her harder than expected.She swayed as she stood, her legs unsteady. She laughed softly, looking down. “Why is the floor so soft? It’s like…cotton…” She took a wobbly step, and then she was falling—directly into my arms.Her body was warm against me, her scent intoxicating. The more she squirmed, trying to regain her balance, the worse it got.I tightened my arms around her, my voice coming out rougher than

Dominic’s pov ;I reached up to pinch one of her hard nipples gently, making her cry out again. She bucked her hips, trying to get closer to the sensation between my lips, but I held her down with one hand while continuing my assault on her sensitive flesh with the other.“S-Sir, will I get pregnant today?” She asked shyly.My free hand slid inside her folds, finding her slick entrance hot and wet.“Yes,” I murmured against her skin as I fingered her slowly.She groaned loudly, arching into my touch. I could feel the way she was trembling beneath me; it only made me want more. With a gentle nip to her inner thigh, I pulled back from between her legs reluctantly, trailing kisses upwards as I moved higher on the bed.“Spread your legs wider," I commanded gently as I positioned myself behind her.She hesitated for a moment before doing as told, presenting her pussy and ass cheeks to me invitingly. A shiver ran down my spine at the sight—I couldn't wait to sink myself inside that tight he

Sophie’s pov ;Jenna had learned Sanda.It was something I hadn’t expected to see, and watching her stand there, fearless was both awe-inspiring and terrifying. My mother, for all her strength and venom, was no match for her. She clutched her arm, her face twisted in pain and fury.“I am her mother!” she screamed, voice shrill and feral. “If I can’t hit her, who can? This little bitch didn’t listen to her family’s arrangement and dared to run away from marriage. I will take her back, and no one can say a word against it!”I could feel my stomach churn as the words hit me, but I was too frozen to move. My father stood a few feet away. For once, his usual bluster was gone. He had been ready to step in and help my mother, but seeing Jenna’s power, he hesitated.Cowardice overtook him as it always did when faced with real resistance.Then the lame old man—the one they wanted me to marry—hobbled forward. His yellowed teeth flashed as he spat, “Bah! Protecting her, girl? Do you want to marr