All Chapters of Contract Marriage With My Billionaire Ex: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

ONIKA’S POVMy bag was neatly packed at the corner of the room and I stared at it for half the night before I dozed off into a restless slumber.I barely slept.Every time I closed my eyes, my mind replayed everything. The contract termination. Nathan’s face when I accused him. The way his voice had cracked just enough to make me doubt my own judgment.And then there was the guilt.Not for leaving, no. I knew I had to go. I couldn’t stay here, trapped in a world where Nathan controlled everything, whether he meant to or not. I couldn't afford to that to myself. Not this time.But the way I was leaving—without a word, without a fight—felt like a betrayal to myself. Like I was weak. Something that I had tried to drop since I came back to North America months back yet here I was running away again, proving myself right.No, I wasn't running. Merely moving away from the pain and horror of it all. It would only be a matter of time before that photo leaked. Something told me that whoever se

ONIKA’S POVThe receptionist barely looked up when I entered the small motel. She was an older woman, maybe in her sixties, with tired eyes and a cigarette dangling from her fingers. The faint scent of nicotine mixed with stale air and I gagged inwardly.“Name?” she asked, tapping at a dusty old keyboard.This place was a mess. It had what I needed but looked like something was about to crawl out the shadows and come at me.I adjusted my bag. “Ella Parker.”She nodded, typing it in. “Staying for two weeks, right?”“Yes.” I confirmed, my tone matter of factly.“Alright.” She slid the key across the counter. “Room 3B, second floor. Stairs are around the back. No smoking, no loud music, and if you break anything, you pay upfront.”I nodded, gripping the key. The place wasn’t glamorous, but it was quiet. That was all I needed.A man in a janitor’s uniform walked past, dragging a mop across the dull floor. He barely glanced at me before muttering, “Watch the pipes. Water pressure’s shit.”

ONIKA'S POV"Yes, I understand," I said into the phone, rubbing my temple. The woman on the other end had been rambling for the past five minutes, and I was rapidly losing my patience.I had called her for research on a local art scene feature, hoping for some useful insights as I had been Informed that she could help. Instead, I was stuck listening to her recount the time she met a ‘famous’ artist at a grocery store.I was already one step away from screaming down the phone that I didn't need to hear about that."That’s… very interesting," I forced out, my fingers tapping against the edge of my desk. Across from me, Matt smirked, clearly enjoying my suffering. We had gotten on quite fast and I found out that even though he was a total chatterbox, he was totally nice and very helpful.Chris had upped my pay yesterday by a bit, telling me he'd do more if he saw more progress in my work, which was the only reason I hadn’t hung up yet. Every extra dollar counted, and if I had to endure p

ONIKA'S POV"Did you tell him anything?" I asked, watching as Laura dropped her phone back onto the counter.She sighed and sat beside me, her hands resuming the gentle massage on my stomach. I was laying on the couch, my shirt ridden up so she could help ease the uncomfortable knots by messaging it or whatever."Nothing he needed to know about," she said simply.I huffed. "You suck at lying, you know."Laura arched a brow. "And you suck at taking care of yourself and here I am, doing it for you."I rolled my eyes but didn't argue because, well, she wasn’t wrong. She scowled at me and pressed a little harder, her thumb soothing out the pain by rubbing it slowly. "You haven't eaten dinner, I didn't forget. I should also order something for myself and since you're pregnant, I'll get you something too"I snorted, sitting up. "Gee, thanks. So generous.""Only because I pity you," she shot back, already scrolling through her phone. "What do you want?""Something greasy. Fries, a burger—"

Nathan's POV The burn of whiskey is familiar now, almost comforting as it slides down my throat, I had been drinking since she left. I sit in my dimly lit living room, a half-empty bottle on the table beside me. The room is silent, save for the faint hum of the city outside. The room reeked of alcohol and loneliness, all the beautiful things that were used to adorn the room became dull and useless, they all lost their beauty in mine eyes.Everything lost its spark after she left, then I realized that she is my world and without her I am nothing but a mould of clay and emptiness.I take another sip, my mind reeling with thoughts of regrets.But I lost her.Just when I managed to get her back, just when things were going smoothly, this happened.I push the thought away, but it found its way back. She didn't let me explain, but even if she did what would I have said to back up my claims.Fuck, I messed up.I flinched when I heard the sudden ringing of my phone, pulling me out of my tho