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Chapter Fifty Three
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2026-07-02 16:12:03
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My Ex Fiancé wants be back, but my contract husband owns me Author’s Note
To my lovely readers, I don't even know where to begin. How do I put into words what you mean to me? How do I thank you for something as priceless as your time, your attention, your heart? You picked up this book. You gave Amelia and Asher a chance. You stayed with them through every twist, every turn, every heartbreaking moment and every breathless kiss — all the way to the very last page. That means more to me than you will ever know. Every late night I spent writing, every scene I rewrote, every moment I doubted myself — you made it all worth it. There were days I wondered if my words mattered, if anyone would care about these characters the way I did. And then you showed up. You laughed with them. You cried with them. You got frustrated with them. You rooted for them. You loved them. And in doing so, you became a part of their story. You became a part of mine. Writing is a lonely journey sometimes. It's just you, a blank screen, and the voices in your head. But you? You made
My Ex Fiancé wants be back, but my contract husband owns me Chapter Hundred and Forty Two(Final Chapter)
Amelia's POVTwo Years Later.....The back porch smelled like cut grass and jasmine. It was the same porch. The same wooden swing with the chipped white paint. The same string lights Asher’s dad had put up years ago and never took down. The same night air that used to feel like it was holding its breath. Only this time there was no audience. No cameras. No whispering relatives. No performance. Just us. Eleanor was asleep inside in her bassinet. She’d been fussy all afternoon because she was teething, and now she’d finally crashed in my arms and let Asher carry her in like she weighed nothing. He came back out with two mugs of tea. Chamomile. He remembered I couldn’t have coffee anymore when I was nursing. “Here,” he said, handing me one. I took it. Our fingers brushed. He sat next to me on the swing and pulled me in. His arm went around my shoulders, and his other hand settled on my stomach. Not a crash. Not an accident. We’d talked about it for months. In the kitchen at 2
My Ex Fiancé wants be back, but my contract husband owns me Chapter Hundred and Forty One
Amelia's POV The house was quiet when we got back. Not the bad kind of quiet. The kind that comes after a storm. Sam was on the couch with a blanket around her shoulders. There was a bandage on her wrist. Ivy was in the kitchen chair, holding an ice pack to the back of her head. Mom was hovering with tea that no one was drinking. The second Ivy saw me she stood up. Too fast. Wobbled. “Amelia,” she said. I ran to her. We hugged. Hard. She was shaking. “You came,” she whispered into my hair. “You actually came.”“I told you I would,” I said. Sam pulled me into the hug too. She smelled like hospital soap and baby. “You’re okay?” she asked. “I’m okay,” I said. “Are you?”She nodded. Then she looked at my stomach. My hand went there automatically. “I’m pregnant,” I said. The words felt new in my mouth. “Like, two weeks.”Sam gasped. Ivy’s eyes went wide. Then they both started crying and laughing at the same time. “Oh my God,” Sam said. “A baby cousin for our boy.”Ivy wiped h
My Ex Fiancé wants be back, but my contract husband owns me Chapter Hundred and Fourty
Amelia's POV 11:58 a.m. The Sinclair warehouse on 8th and Merrow looked exactly like what it was: abandoned. Broken windows. Rusted doors. Weeds growing through the cracks in the concrete. My hands were on the wheel but I couldn’t feel them. The wire under my shirt itched. The bag on the passenger seat was heavy. Cash. Passport. New identity. And me. I was terrified. Not for me. For the baby. For Ivy. For Sam. I took a breath. Then another. “Bluebird,” I whispered into the mic. “I’m here.”Asher’s voice came back immediately in my earpiece. “I see you. We’re in position. Two blocks out. You’re not alone.”I got out of the car. The bag felt like it weighed a hundred pounds. The door to the warehouse was half open. It groaned when I pushed it. Inside was dark. Dust in the air. The smell of old oil and metal. “Damien?” I called out. My voice echoed. “Damien, it’s me.”No answer. I waited. One minute. Two. Five. My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat.
My Ex Fiancé wants be back, but my contract husband owns me Chapter Hundred and Thirty Nine
Amelia's POV “I’ll do it,” I said into the phone. My voice didn’t shake. I was proud of that. There was a pause on the other end. I could hear Damien breathing. “Good girl,” he said. “Noon. Don’t be late.”And then he hung up. The silence after was worse than his voice. Asher was already shaking his head. “No. Absolutely not.”“We have to,” I said. “It’s too dangerous,” Ethan said. He was pacing again. “He’s unstable. He could kill you the second you walk in.”Priya looked at me, then at Asher. “It’s also the only way we catch him,” she said carefully. “If you go, we follow. We get Ivy and Sam out. We end this.”The front door opened. Jordan and Darcy. They came in fast, out of breath. Darcy’s eyes went straight to me. “What happened?” Jordan asked. Asher filled them in. Everything. The call. The demands. Sam. Ivy. Noon. When he finished, no one spoke for a minute. “I’m going,” I said again. “I have to.”“Amelia—” Asher started. “I’m pregnant,” I said. The room went stil
My Ex Fiancé wants be back, but my contract husband owns me Chapter Hundred and Thirty Eight
Amelia's POV The phone rang at 1:17 a.m. I was half-asleep. Asher was asleep next to me, his arm draped over my waist, his hand resting right over where the baby was. *Scarlett.* My stomach dropped before I even answered. “Hello?” My voice came out hoarse. “Amelia.” Mom’s voice was shaking. Not crying yet. That worse kind. The kind right before. “It’s Damien.”The room went cold. “What?”“He was here,” she said. The words were tumbling out now. “He broke in. He took Ivy. I tried to stop him. The security— they were too late. He has her. He hit her head, Amelia. She’s knocked out. He drove off with her.”I sat straight up. The blanket fell off me. “Where are you? Are you okay? Is anyone hurt?”“I’m okay,” she said, but she wasn’t. I could hear it. “The police are here. Dashaun. Priya. Ethan just got here too.”I was already out of bed. “I’m coming. I’m coming right now.”“Amelia—”I hung up. Asher was already sitting up. “What happened?”“Damien,” I said, pulling on clothes wi
My Ex Fiancé wants be back, but my contract husband owns me Chapter Two
Amelia's POVHe removed my bra, and swallowed hard as it came off. His erection pressed against my stomach.He put his hands under my butt, lifting me up. My legs wrapped around his torso, and I continued digging my nails into his skin."Fuck me." He groaned.He turned off the shower, and carried m
My Ex Fiancé wants be back, but my contract husband owns me Chapter One
Amelia's POVI pulled off the promise ring from my finger and placed it on the table in front of me. It was the epitome of a promise that was never fulfilled.I told myself I wouldn't cry, but tears ran freely down my face. I dabbed my cheeks with my handkerchief and ordered a glass of whiskey.Ear
My Ex Fiancé wants be back, but my contract husband owns me Chapter Four
Amelia's POVI pulled away from him, "We will continue that if you listen to what I have to say right now. I need to explain how this company would use your resources, and what the dividends you would get on a quarterly basis.""I'll always listen to you, my love." He slid his hand on my thigh, and
My Ex Fiancé wants be back, but my contract husband owns me Chapter Three
Amelia's POVHe turned to Darcy, "Get the fuck out of here, we need privacy."Darcy looked at me, with a raised eyebrow. I gestured for her to leave. Darcy and Samantha never really liked Damian, and they didn't try to hide it. They were nice to him just because I begged them to. She closed the do
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