All Chapters of Contract Marriage With My Billionaire Ex: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Onika's POV I sat in the back of the cab, my phone clutched in my hands, staring at the message Nathan had sent earlier."Meet me at the lounge at 8. I have something to show you."I had read it over and over, trying to decide if I should go. I had told myself I was done with him, that I didn’t need any more of his explanations or excuses. But when Laura saw me hesitating, she told me to go."Just hear him out, Onika," she had said. "If nothing else, at least you’ll get answers."And I wanted answers.So here I was, outside the lounge, hesitating with my hand on the car door handle.I let out a slow breath. My heart felt heavy in my chest, my stomach twisted in knots. This wasn’t just any meeting. This was the moment that could change everything.Did I even want that?I shook off the thought, pushed open the door, and stepped out onto the sidewalk.The lounge was quieter than I expected. Dimly lit, filled with soft music and hushed conversations. It was private, the kind of place Nat

Onika's POV "Onika, Onika," Laura muttered as she tapped me continuously."What, what, what," I mumbled out of my sleep.How I managed to sleep despite this storm inside of me, I didn't know. I guess it was for the better."I think I have an idea who's behind all of this," she muttered."What?" I exclaimed my eyes widened in surprise."Okay hear me out out okay," she started. I arranged myself on my bed to listen to her attentively. "I think Gina is the one behind all of these.""What kind of assumptions is that? Gina's in prison, there's no way that could happen," I said."Then who else would have the motive to do such things? Think about only Gina can do these things," Laura said."According to Nathan, his mom is behind all of these," I muttered."Yeah, I forgot to ask what did Nathan say to you," Laura asked."He brought evidence Laura, evidence," I muttered."What evidence?" She asked her eyes widened with curiosity."Evidence that the pictures are fake, his picture wa fabricated

Onika's POV Gina's out, there's a sucide incident entangling Nathan in it, just when I wanted to decide to forgive him, this comes up and changes my mind.I didn't know what to think or believe anymore.I laid on the bed, my eyes heavy. I needed to sleep, my body demanded for it.I've been thinking too much, I needed to rest and I allowed myself to.My body and mind went to a rest as I shut my eyes, the sleep closing in.A sharp buzz from my phone startled me awake.I groggily reached for it, my heart pounding slightly from the abrupt awakening. I blinked a few times, adjusting to the dim glow of my screen.Nathan’s name was on the notification.I hesitated before unlocking my phone. The last time we spoke, I had told him I needed time. I wasn’t sure if I was ready to hear from him again so soon.Still, my curiosity got the better of me, and I tapped on the message.Nathan: Onika, I need to tell you something. Kent was the one who stole the artwork from your gallery.My body went com

Onika's POV I paced about, gripping my phone so tightly my knuckles turned white. Nathan’s name stared back at me from the screen, the call button just a tap away.But I couldn’t bring myself to press it.My thumb hovered, frozen in place.I didn’t want to call him.I had promised myself I would stay away, I wanted to stay away till I made a decision, till I found out the truth.But now…I sighed, rubbing my forehead.I couldn’t deny it he was the only one who could help me.Nathan had resources, people, ways to dig into things I could never access on my own. If I wanted answers, if I really wanted to uncover the truth, I needed him.But calling him meant opening a door I wasn’t sure I could close again.I bit my lip, staring at the screen like it would make the decision for me.What if he didn’t pick up?Worse what if he did?I could already hear his voice in my head, calm and steady. I could already see the way he’d look at me, the way his eyes always searched mine like he could re

Onika's POV A sharp, searing pain tore through my skull. It was the first thing I felt before the world around me even came into focus.I groaned, my entire body aching as I struggled to open my eyes. The throbbing in my head was relentless, each pulse sending waves of nausea through me. It felt like someone had taken a hammer to my skull. My mouth was dry, my throat raw, and a bitter taste lingered on my tongue.Slowly, the darkness gave way to hazy vision. The room around me was dim, illuminated by a single, flickering bulb hanging from the ceiling. The walls were made of cold, cracked concrete, stained with something dark and unidentifiable. A damp, musky scent filled the air, mixed with something metallic blood.I tried to move, but my arms were numb, my wrists bound tightly behind me. A dull ache throbbed where the ropes bit into my skin. I shifted my legs, only to realize my ankles were tied as well.Panic spiked through my chest.Where the hell was I?I forced myself to take d