All Chapters of Contract Marriage With My Billionaire Ex: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

ONIKA'S POV My heels clicked against the marble floor as I walked into the gallery the next day, my chin raised as I sauntered straight to the room where my paintings were being kept. Amara was already there, her hands crossed around her body and her face set in deep thoughts before she heard the door open at my arrival and she looked up at me, a smile spreading her lips as she looked relieved. “Good morning ma'am” I paused in my tracks, my lips slightly parting as I looked at the paintings back in their places. “How the hell did these get back?” I asked, taking off my sunglasses. She looked at it again, the edges of the painting frame glinting in the dim light of the room. “I have no idea. Dean called me this morning and told me he had found the paintings in front of the gallery this morning during his routine morning check. It wasn't there when he had passed it earlier but then it was there when he came around for the second time”I bit my lip in confusion, resisting the urge to

ONIKA'S POV I rolled in bed, careful not to put pressure on my belly as I tried to drown out the persistent sound of my alarm going off.“Does this thing never shut up?” I groaned, my voice muffled by my pillow as I fought the urge to grab the alarm clock and smash it to bits.This was supposed to be my day off. Why couldn't it start with something good?I groaned and sat up, trying to let my eyes adjust to the light streaming in from the curtains.“Fuck” I muttered, swinging my legs off the bed so I could wear my slippers that were just a few feet away from the bed.After what felt like a minute of shuffling, I finally got my legs in and I stood up on wobbly legs, the memories from last night rushing into my brain with a maelstrom of emotions coursing through my veins with the thoughts of what Nathan had said.He had been extremely polite and not even trying to push his boundaries yesterday and that was something that threw me off balance because I was waiting for him to do somethin

Nathan's POV The amber liquid burned down my throat, a sharp contrast to the numbing void in my chest. II welcomed the pain, savoring the way it bit into me, a cruel reminder that I was still alive. Barely. My fingers tightened around the glass, it pooling beneath it on my desk. I had lost count of how many drinks I had downed, but it wasn’t enough. Nothing ever was.Onika was gone. Again.I should have taken my chance, I shouldn't have waited this long, I should have reached for her. I should have...I exhaled sharply, raking a hand through my already disheveled hair. I should have expected this. From the moment I saw her face plastered on the news, I could picture her expression, fear, uncertainty, I knew she would run. Just like before. Just like always.I had been a fool to think I could get close to her again. A fucking idiot to believe that maybe, just maybe, she would let me in. Let me prove to her that I wasn’t the monster she thought I was.But Onika never stayed.And now,

Nathan's POV I sat in my office, staring at the glass of whiskey in my hand. The ice had melted, watering down the alcohol, but I hadn’t taken a sip in a while. I didn’t even know why I poured myself a drink. Maybe out of habit. Maybe because it was the only thing that dulled the chaos in my mind.Onika was gone.Again.It shouldn’t have surprised me. She never stayed. Every time I got close, something would push her away, and I was left chasing after a shadow. This time, though, it felt different. Maybe because I had hoped stupidly that she wouldn’t run. That she would finally let me in.I leaned back in my chair and exhaled. Work was piling up, and I had meetings to attend, but none of it mattered. I had spent the past few days locked in my office, avoiding calls, drowning in thoughts I had no control over. I needed to clear my head before I lost it completely.A business meeting had already been scheduled at a hotel near one of the biggest malls in the city. I decided I would go,

Nathan's POV I sat in my office, staring at the DNA report on my desk. It was real. There was no denying it now. The child Onika was carrying was mine.I should have been angry. I should have been furious that she kept something this big from me. But all I felt was a strange sense of relief mixed with a new kind of determination.She couldn’t run anymore, not from me, not from this.This child would connect us and bring us together and give me a chance to prove my innocence.It hurt me that she didn't believe me when I said I didn't do it, she should have trusted me, but I didn't blame her with a picture that convincing anyone would believe it.I leaned back in my chair, running a hand through my hair. My mind was spinning with possibilities. How the hell was I going to fix this? How was I going to bring her back into my life?She wouldn’t make it easy.She never did.Onika was stubborn, and after everything that happened, she had every reason to want to stay far away from me. But I