All Chapters of Contract Marriage With My Billionaire Ex: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

ONIKA'S POVIt was midnight.I stared at my phone as it vibrated in my lap. Again. Could the damn thing never shut up for just a minute so I could concentrate on the things that mattered right now? I checked the phone again and sighed, seeing that it was exactly whom I expected once more.Laura.I had been ignoring her calls for the past hour, just like I had ignored Nathan’s voice outside the door. But I didn’t turn my phone off. I needed it. I was going to need to make calls.Nathan had gone silent now, but I knew he was still outside, waiting, hoping that I would eventually open the door. He was hovering outside the door and till now, I had no intention of opening it for him.The phone buzzed again.I sighed, finally swiping to answer."What?" I muttered, fiddling with my second hand."Onika? Finally! I’ve been calling you over and over. What the hell is going on?" Laura sounded both relieved and worried.I leaned back against the headboard, pressing my free hand to my temple. "I d

ONIKA'S POVI woke up feeling like absolute shit.The dull, throbbing headache was relentless, and for a few seconds, I just lay there, trying to will it away but just as I expected, it was there to stay. The bed felt unfamiliar…softer, smaller. It took a moment for me to remember where I was.Laura’s place.Not Nathan’s.The thought should have felt like freedom, but instead, I felt a dull ache in my chest.My phone buzzed again from the nightstand, vibrating in an annoyingly persistent rhythm. I didn’t need to check the screen to know who it was.Nathan.I let it ring. Again. And again.Eventually, it stopped.Finally.I sighed and rolled onto my back, staring at the ceiling, my body still refusing to move. My limbs felt heavy, and my head ached in a way that made me want to crawl back under the blankets and disappear into the depths of hell.But I couldn’t.Dragging myself out of bed, I shuffled to the bathroom, wincing as the bright lights stung my eyes, threatening to make me go

ONIKA'S POV I sighed, looking at the mess of clothes scattered across my bed. Packing was the last thing I wanted to do right now, but Sam Damon’s estate wasn’t going to visit itself.I had never left a room this messy but there's always a first time for everything and this was mine. I had become lousy and even the simple act of getting up from bed took more than it should from me.Laura stood by my closet, arms crossed, tapping her foot. “You dress like you’re heading to a corporate board meeting every damn day. Can we try something else for once?”I rolled my eyes, folding another blouse. “I dress like someone with a job, Laura. Unlike you, who could probably wear pajamas to a client meeting and get away with it. Your job allows you more freedom and you know it”She gasped, clutching her chest dramatically. “Excuse you, I have impeccable fashion sense.” She turned, rummaging through my wardrobe, before pulling out a short, slinky black dress. “This. Pack this.”I snorted. “For what

ONIKA'S POVI woke up feeling worse than last night. My stomach churned violently the second I sat up, and I barely made it to the bathroom in time. I could feel my forehead beading with sweat as I gripped the sink, retching into the toilet bowl.Fuck, my chest hurt.My chest was heaving visibly as I slid down to the cold floor, clutching my chest as I tipped my head back.It wasn’t just exhaustion. It wasn’t paranoia.The pregnancy test on my nightstand had confirmed everything.I was pregnant.And Nathan had no idea. I didn't even want him to have any idea ever. I could deal with this on my own. I didn't need him. He could take his lying, cheating ass elsewhere.A knock sounded at the door, making me jolt. “Onika?”Laura.I had almost forgotten that I was living with her. That was easy to forget when I was more focused on the fact that I was going to be a fucking mother. Fuck, this was still hard to think about.I swallowed heavily, mentally preparing myself for going out of the ba

ONIKA’S POV"It's time for breakfast" The maid on the other side of the door announced but I didn't want to get out because I knew Nathan was somewhere in this estate.I felt my stomach twist violently and I barely made it to the bathroom before I threw up, my chest heaving as I slid to the floor.The maid’s voice faded as I slumped against the bathroom wall, my breathing ragged. My stomach still twisted violently, my body weak from throwing up everything I had left inside me.I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, squeezing my eyes shut. This was only the beginning of it, it seemed. My body wasn’t mine anymore. It was something else now—something fragile, something I had to protect.Forcing myself up, I reached for my bag, rummaging through the small pouch of supplies I had tucked away before I left. Vitamins. Ginger candies. The nausea relief pills I had researched for hours before buying.I swallowed one of the pills dry, wincing as it went down. Then I braced myself, splashing