All Chapters of Contract Marriage With My Billionaire Ex: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

ONIKA'S POVThe next day, I woke upㅡi barely even sleptㅡ then I grudgingly sat up on my bed wishing that I could just stay in for the day but even I knew that I had to go to work.The work had already begun on the art gallery so I had to be there to go through some things, I couldn't afford to skip work today, that would make it look like I wasn't interested in the project anymore and I had worked my entire life for it.There was a sharp knock on the door and I suddenly turned to look at it, panic filling my eyes like someone was here to smuggle me away.“Onika?” I heard a very familiar voice call out.“Yeah?” I sighed, going to the door and when I opened it, I saw that it was just Nathan who was standing there, staring at me with concern in his eyes again.“What do you want?” I ignored his scrutinizing look and i leaned on the doorway. “Breakfast is ready” he announced, looking at me worried. He obviously expected me to be a bit more concerned about this and yes, I still felt the sa

NATHAN'S POV"Sir, the media is—""For fuck's sake, I know!" I snapped, slamming my phone onto the desk. My assistant flinched but didn't move. "What now? I already know the things happening, you don't have to give me feedbacks that'll do nothing but annoy me right now!"She hesitated, clutching a folder against her chest. "I wish I could heed your request, sir. I do have a job and it's to keep you informed about everything happening. More sponsors are pulling out. And—" she took a deep breath, "—the board is demanding a statement from you. They’re worried about the company’s image."I sighed, tilting my head back while resisting the urge to run a hand through my hair. "Of course, they are. And what exactly do they want me to say? That I’m marrying someone who's supposedly the daughter of a goddamn serial killer?"She paled, clearly not used to seeing me like this and honestly I wasn't sure if I had seen myself snap like this also. "I… I don’t know, sir. They just—"My phone vibrated

NATHAN’S POV"Mr Nathan, this is madness."I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. Across the desk, Richard Foster, one of the event planners I had hired, was staring at me like I had just suggested we hold the wedding in a burning building. Why was everyone so worked up about my wedding?"It’s a wedding, not a business merger," he continued, tapping a pen against his notepad that was resting on the table. "You’re giving me less than two days to finalize everything. The media frenzy alone is making it impossible to secure vendors without doubling the cost, and half of them are hesitant because of the recent scandal and the fact that they won't want to be caught up—""Then offer them triple," I cut in flatly, arching a brow so I could look at him.Richard’s eyes widened. "Triple? Nathan, that’s not how negotiations work—""That’s exactly how negotiations work," I shot back. "You find their price, then you make it impossible for them to say no. That’s Business logics, Richard. I sugge

NATHAN'S POV“What do you mean she's not home?!” I yelled into the phone, my other hand running through my hair.Damien who was beside me looked just as panic stricken but he didn't show it, he was still as cool as ever but how I could be calm when Onika had suddenly disappeared. I didn't even know if she was safe and that was what truly bothered me.Was this what she was planning? That night…. Is this what she was thinking about? She was fucking smart and I would give her that. She had all of us fooled but I knew I couldn't blame her if she had actually chosen to run away. The pressure right now was too much on her but for her to not tell Laura? Damn, she was serious about this one.Laura could be in on it but as I saw her back into the store, tears pricking at her eyes as she looked at me with hope which quickly deflated when I shook my head, I knew she wasn't in on it. She looked just as struck on me.With a strangled sob, she leaned back against the wall, sliding down to the floor

NATHAN’S POVI gripped my phone so tightly it nearly cracked. My knuckles were white, my patience nonexistent as I walked back into my office."Barcelona," I muttered, rubbing my temples. Onika was in fucking Barcelona.Seriously? Once more, I found myself complimenting her despite my shitty situation because damn, she was smart.Who would ever think to go look in Barcelona? It was such an unlikely choice for her so I could understand why she chose it but the problem was I didn't know where in Barcelona and I had been sitting here for a few minutes, contemplating if I should go straight into action or just make sure I was right first of all. Make sure she was actually in Barcelona.I thought about the flight line that Mr Sam Damon had supplied to me when I had asked what flight she had flown so that I could keep a track on her so I'd know what time the plane took off to time when she would be back. Big fat lie.I forced myself to take a deep breath before dialing the airport. It rang