All Chapters of The Merciless Billionaire's Contract Marriage : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

AURORA'S POV She reached for the shoulder bag hanging over her chair, pulled out her checkbook, and slapped it on the table. Clicking her pen, she started writing me a check. “For my part, I’ll ask Father to recommend a good divorce lawyer,” Ariella said cheerfully. “This is totally fixable. It’s not too late to back out. We can make sure you still get” “You want the truth?” I snapped, jumping to my feet, shaking with frustration. “Fine. Here it is, I’m not like you all. Annabelle is bold, fearless, and determined to take over the world. Ariella, you were born into privilege. You have more money than some countries, two brothers who would do anything for you, and a bright future as a doctor. Sandy, you found your perfect match, and your family would always have your back no matter what. Me…” I let out a bitter laugh. “I’m different. I wanted to marry for love. And I did. Saying it didn’t work out would be putting it lightly. Now, I’m choosing security. It’s not the honorable thi

AIDEN'S POV “Where’d you hurt her, Kenneth?” I asked the man hanging in front of me, my eyes level with his stomach. He flinched, realizing how close I was. Neither of them would snitch on me. Crossing Daniel Sterling wasn’t something people in Boston did. And those dumb enough to try didn’t live to tell the story. Even if Vory and his muscle decided to talk to the feds, I had half the city’s judges in my pocket. “I…I…” "Her eye?" I asked calmly. "Yes, I remember my fiancée had a bad black eye." I swung the poker at his face, hitting him above the nose. The hot metal sizzled against the burlap, burning into his skin. He let out a wild scream, twisting like a trapped animal. "I also remember you hit her cheek." I slammed the poker against his cheek. "And her brow, ribs and knees." I beat Kenneth while Daniel held Vory’s head underwater in his own bathtub. Ten minutes later, when both wannabe gangsters were barely conscious, Daniel threw a towel onto the floor. I wiped th

AIDEN'S POV “I wasn’t. It’s your job to stay updated. I’m not your assistant.” “Could’ve fooled me. You’d look stunning in a pencil skirt.” Henry snapped his teeth together like he was going to bite, adding nothing useful to the conversation, as usual. “Herold spent the morning jumping from one talk show to another,” Devon said. “He’s planning something.” “No doubt,” I agreed. “Is Daniel handling it?” Henry asked. My younger brother didn’t know who Landon was or the history we shared. But like all Kings he could smell trouble from miles away and had the natural born killer instinct to destroy it. “Not yet.” I glanced at my watch. “I want him to make the first move. See what he’s got before I destroy him.” My assistant knocked on the door. She stepped in carefully, wearing a bright pink blazer over what looked like a bra and her long, platinum hair reached her waist. “Mr. King?” “Ms. Brandt. Is it Halloween?” She tilted her head in confusion. “No.” “Then

AURORA’S POV “I can’t believe I’m getting married again,” I whispered to her more than to anyone else. “It’s not too late to change your mind,” Sandy reminded me. “Really. Ask any Julia Roberts movie out there.” “Enough,” Annabelle warned, giving our red-haired friend a look. “Let’s at least give the guy a chance today.” “You’re right.” Sandy sighed, rubbing her nose. “Sorry, Aurora.” The event coordinator poked her head through the open window. “We’re all set. My goodness, you look like a movie star, Aurora. Oh and before I forget, Henry is waiting for you by the church doors. “He’s the one walking you down the aisle, right?” “Well Actually,” Annabelle said, linking her arm with mine, “we’re all walking her down together.” “Oh, I'm pretty sure we have a choice,” Sandy joked. With that, I walked down the aisle surrounded by my friends and family, feeling loved, cared for, and safe. Just not by the man I was about to marry. After weeks of not seeing him, Ai

AURORA'S POV Over the past few weeks, I’d been spoiled beyond reason. A stylist had come to my apartment with three full wardrobes. I’d been given an absurd number of engagement rings, was moving into a brand-new apartment, and had my Thomas and debt problems handled. But none of that except for getting Peter and Kenneth off my back was worth losing my freedom to someone who didn’t truly want me. He only wanted my ability to have and raise his children. After dinner, once we said our goodbyes, Aiden placed his hand on the small of my back, leading me to his sleek Aston Martin. He opened the door for me like the perfect gentleman while our families stood at the entrance, waving us off. During the drive, I stayed quiet. I wasn’t sure what annoyed me more, the fact that he pretended to care in front of everyone, or that I was foolish enough to believe it. Probably the latter. “The wedding went well,” Aiden said, keeping his eyes on the road as the car moved through the quiet neig