All Chapters of Contract Marriage With My Billionaire Ex: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

ONIKA'S POVI drew my hoodie harder over my head, staring at the phone in my hands.The shop keeper kept telling me the details about the phone but that wasn't what I needed to hear, I just wanted him to tell me the fucking price so I could leave this place and go find a place to stay.Apparently getting houses at such short notice in this place was near impossible and I would have to go to the elite part of town because they would have more reservations. I had the money, I just needed to get this phone so I could head next to the hotel.Maybe I could ask this man for help on which hotel I could pick but the way he kept blabbing, urging me to buy the phone and bringing new suggestion had begun to piss me off not to mention that he was constantly cutting me off before he would pull out a better phone, eager that I buy a more expensive one.I couldn't blame him, I probably gave off the air of someone who could afford all these.With a sigh, I tugged my hoodie lower, gripping the phone i

NATHAN'S POVI felt like a shell of myself the next day as I sat in my office.Believe me when I said I had tried to get some sleep but that was a luxury that I apparently couldn't afford because I had spent the night tossing and turning, my mind going haywire with thoughts. How was it possible that she hadn't checked into the hotel? I had gotten them to go to the nearby hotels but there was no trace of her. There was no way that she could have slept on the streets.Dread filled my veins and I felt true fear the previous night. I didn't believe that I could be this worried over someone but this was fucking Onika! Of course I would be worried about her! I fucking cared about her and now it felt like a part of me has been violently ripped out, leaving me without a vital piece of my life.I had spent the entire night waiting for a call—any damn call—from the people I had stationed in Barcelona, but my phone had remained frustratingly silent. Not a single update. Not from the men I sent t

NATHAN’S POVThe next day was hectic as I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection like it belonged to someone else.The tailored tuxedo fit my frame perfectly, the material something that looked straight out of a movie. I should’ve felt proud—or at least present and more focused—but my mind was far from it because I realized that I had caught myself up in the biggest shit I could ever have done.I adjusted the cufflinks, the small silver pieces glinting in the dim light of my room where I stood. If I thought my wedding day would ever come to shit like this, I would just remain single because I knew for sure that this was not how a wedding was supposed to be. The groom was meant to be happy. No calls unanswered. And definitely no bride missing in action.My phone sat on the dresser, silent, the blank screen seeming to mock me by not even lighting up. I’d checked it at least a hundred times already, hoping for some miracle, an update from Barcelona, a message from her, an

ONIKA'S POV"Stop this madness..." I croaked out, my voice barely audible over the noise in the hall as everyone saw me. My legs trembled beneath me, every step feeling heavier than the last. I took one shaky step forward before my knees gave out finally after buckling.Damn it.Strong hands caught me just in time—Damien. His grip was firm, pulling me back to my feet effortlessly.“You’re almost there, Onika. Just a little more,” he whispered, his voice steady, grounding me.I had met him outside the venue and he looked more than relieved to see me, he took one look at me, didn't question me but brought me straight here, telling me on the way that I had a few minutes before the vows would be said and they would officially be married.My eyes locked on Nathan. He was frozen, standing at the altar with Regina, but his gaze wasn’t on her—it was on me. His face twisted with disbelief, then something else—panic. His eyes widened, and without a second thought, he bolted toward me.“Onika!”

ONIKA'S POVPain.It was utterly painful, the dull ache in my bones as I struggled to sit up, my muscles cramping.The room was bright. Almost too bright that it threatened to blind me and for a moment, I saw myself back in that storage room with those two men hovering above me. Fear instantly gripped me and I wanted to bolt away but upon closer inspection, I realized that I wasn't there.This was my room.The room in Nathan's house. How did I get here?There was the faint sound of a monitor beeping and that was when I caught sight of the heart vital machine beside me and slowly raising my hand, I noticed that there was a drip there.Shit.Using my free hand that wobbled slightly, I yanked the needle of my arm, ignoring the pain and the trickle of blood. I needed to get out of here.Memories from the wedding came rushing back and I cursed, gripping my head as I tried to ground myself. Had I succeeded in stopping her? Had I?I didn't know for sure if I had. I had passed out and everyth