All Chapters of Contract Marriage With My Billionaire Ex: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

ONIKA'S POV“Miss Orion, are the rumors true that you're getting married to Mr McAlison?” A reporter shouted over the din and chaos as soon as I stepped out to go back to my car.“Mr McAlison, There has been speculations that the sales of your company has skyrocketed since your announcement of your relationship with Miss Orion, what do you have to say about that?”Mic after microphones were shoved forward as the reporters were all eager to get their questions answered however Nathan just led me towards the car,his hand resting on the small of my back.He opened the car door for me and then circled around to get into the driver's seat himself.Before the press could circle the car again, Natan switched on the ignition and drove off after putting on his seat belt. “You should really get your seat belt on” He muttered, sparing me a glance through the mirror.I scowled at him and focused on the passing nightlife outside. “Where's your driver?”“I drove myself, it's quite late and it was a

ONIKA'S POV“Here you go,” Nathan said the next morning, his voice husky as he set a bowl of cereal in front of me.I stared at the cereal and then back up at him. “Why cereal this morning? I can do my stuff myself, you know?”He raised a finger, an amused look on his face as he stared down at me. “It was in the rules of the contract, wasn't it? This is totally allowed; small gestures like this are allowed,” He reminded.“Are we seriously following the rules strictly?” I asked, grabbing my phone from the counter where I was sitting to look at the message that had just come in.My eyes widened slightly at it, and I looked up at Nathan, who was now at the cabinet, looking through it for something.“What's the money for? You sent more than what was expected in the contract” I said, my voice filled with shock.“I just wanted to. I heard you're trying to open a private museum in New York, right?” He asked looking over his shoulder at me.I knew that I had been looking to build a museum ther

NATHAN'S POVSomething that seemed like surprise flashed in her eyes before being replaced by indifference but that small change in her expression had warmed up my heart.This was definitely worth every second.I quickly unbuckled my seatbelt and nodded to her to do the same. With a disgruntled sigh which contratsed sharply with the excitement in her eyes, she quickly unbuckled her seatbelt, her hands trembling as she got out of the car before me.“Wait up…” I chuckled to myself as I got out of the car too before going around the car to stand by her, looking at the eager look in her eyes.“When last did you stargaze?” I found myself asking out of curiosity.When we had dated, we had gone stargazing a couple of times but she looked like she hadn't done this in a while which had gotten me curious.She wasn't paying me any attention and her reply was just a monotone. “ I haven't come for stargazing in years. I never had the time and I guess I just didn't want to” She said truthfully as s

ONIKA'S POV Nathan and I didn't say anything for a split second, I wasn't even breathing because, technically, the contract would allow him to kiss me because it was mandatory.The photographer seemed to notice our hesitation, and he looked at us in confusion l. “What's wrong? Do you need a rest?” He asked, his tone worried. “This is the last picture, I promise,” he quickly added.That's when I felt Nathan's hand around my waist, gently pulling me to face him, and in my head, the only thing I could think was that he would kiss me without a second thought.I was tempted to knee him in the groin and claim it was a mistake just so that I could disrupt the shoot but I reined in the anger just as Nathan leaned in closer, his mouth by my ear, his hand tightening around my waist.“I want to know, are you comfortable with it?” He asked, his voice soft.Was I comfortable with it? Was that even a question? Of course, I wasn't comfortable with it.“No, I am not” I whispered, my voice an indigna

ONIKA'S POV Kent excused himself a while later and said he would check up on me again in the night so I concentrated on my work. Just when it was getting to 8pm, my secretary came in, her auburn hair pulled into a tight bun. “Miss Orion” She said, smiling brightly as was her usual work ethic. I was checking through the financial reports of the company after that last exhibition but I looked up at her, my eyes heavy with exhaustion. “Yes, Amara?” I inquired, wondering what she wanted. She dropped the files she was holding on the table and I eyed it suspiciously before I pulled it closer to myself, opening it up to see a few documents for the ownership of my paintings that were auctioned off. “Have the new owners been given?” I asked, confused as to why I still had the ownership documents of this particular painting. “Yes, the other owners have been given theirs and their newly acquired paintings have been sent to them which they have received” She explained professionally. I r