All Chapters of The Billionaire's Sweet Contract Wife: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Mrs. Williams (Dominic’s grandma) POV ;The old Williams house was quiet that afternoon, except for the soft rustle of leaves outside the window and the faint clinking of tea cups in my parlor. I sat in my favorite chair, listening to the news that Mrs. Carpenter had been recovering well.At last. I had been waiting for this opportunity for quite some time.“Madam,” our butler informed me, “shall we invite Madam over for a visit?”I nodded with a smile. “Yes, send the invitation.” My thoughts churned as I sipped my tea. Her health improving meant I could finally confirm the suspicion that had lingered in my mind ever since Dominic brought Sophie home.---The next day, she arrived. When I saw her, I was startled anew by her resemblance to Sophie. It was uncanny. The same delicate features, the same soft gaze, though her face was lined with years of sorrow.“You’re looking much bett

Sophie’s pov ;The moment I stepped into Rey's room, I was hit by a powerful floral scent. It was cloying, the kind of heavy perfume that clung to your throat and refused to let go. The air felt thick, almost suffocating, and I wondered how anyone could find this pleasant."My room smells good, doesn't it?" Rey said, her voice light and teasing. "This is a high-end French brand, and the spices are flown in from abroad. Oh, I forgot—I shouldn’t have told you this. Since someone like you wouldn't understand all this.”She covered her lips with a laugh, but there was nothing friendly about her expression. Her gaze was sharp, calculating, as if she were measuring me against some invisible standard and finding me lacking.I glanced at the faint glow of colors and light in the room. Almost everything was pink—the walls, the furniture, the decor. It was overwhelming, a bubblegum world that felt strangely familiar. Does she like pink

Sophie’s pov ;Dominic kept his word and took me to one of the most professional recording studios in London the next day.I didn’t know much about recording studios, but even I could tell this one was extraordinary. It had a sleek and modern design, and I could feel the weight of history here. Dominic had mentioned that many famous singers had recorded their songs here.As we stepped inside, the air was crisp and filled with the faint smell of coffee and polished wood.“I’ve hired a teacher for you,” Dominic said in his usual calm, authoritative tone. “You can practice singing in peace.”“Yes, Sir,” I replied, nodding obediently.Just as I was about to head into the recording room, Dominic’s phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen and frowned slightly.“I need to take this call,” he said, his voice softer now. “Stay here and focus. I’ll be back soon.”“Goodbye, Sir,” I murmured as he walked away, his long strides exuding confidence.I stepped into the studio and closed the glass door

Dominic’s pov ;Coming out of the recording studio, I glanced at Sophie. Her little face was flushed, her excitement palpable as she walked beside me.“Sir, I learned a lot today,” she said, her voice light and cheerful. “The teacher even praised me for my good voice.”I reached out, rubbing her head gently. “Yeah, not bad.”Not bad at all. The little girl’s voice was ethereal, clean, and pleasant—a sound that lingered in the air, pure and untainted. It suited her.“Sir,” she continued, her eyes bright, “I’m more confident now about the campus beauty contest next week. I must strive to get the 20,000 pounds prize.”Twenty thousand pounds? She was so excited about such a meager sum. Just renting a recording studio for her today had cost more than that. Still, her enthusiasm was genuine, and if it made her happy, I wouldn’t say anything to dampen her spirits.“When is the competition?” I asked.“Next Tuesday! Sir, will you come over then?”I shook my head, rejecting her request without

Jason’s pov ;When I heard the news, my brow furrowed deeply. "Why are you bringing up Bella again? Haven't I told both Rey and Brandon not to mention her in front of you?"Brandon wouldn’t go against my wishes. He knows better than to stir up old wounds, especially when it comes to his mother. That left only one person—Rey.My jaw tightened. What is that girl up to now? She knows my wife’s health is fragile, yet she deliberately dredged up the most painful memories. Was it carelessness? Or something more calculated?"Don’t misunderstand Rey," my wife interjected, her tone defensive. "She misses Bella just as much as we do. A few days ago, she had a dream—a fairy told her she was a butterfly fairy. Then she woke up with a birthmark, the same one Bella had."I stared at her, my expression darkening."Do you hear yourself?" I snapped, harsher than I intended.But she didn’t seem to notice. Her f