로그인Dear Reader,Thank you for making it to the end of The Billionaire's Contract Bride.No matter when you discovered this novel or how long it took you to finish it, I sincerely appreciate that you chose to spend your time with Adrian and Sarah's story. Every book is a journey, and it means a great deal to know that you stayed until the very last page. Your time, attention, and emotional investment are never something I take lightly, and I am truly grateful that you allowed this story to accompany you.From the beginning, this story was meant to be more than a romance. It was written to explore trust, family, sacrifice, forgiveness, second chances, and the strength it takes to hold on to love when life becomes complicated. Adrian and Sarah's journey was filled with difficult moments, painful misunderstandings, unexpected discoveries, and emotional choices, but at its heart, it has always been a story about finding the courage to face the truth and choosing love despite the obstacles. I
Sarah's POVONE YEAR LATER People often say that time heals everything, but I don't think that's true.Time doesn't erase painful memories. It doesn't make betrayal disappear, and it doesn't pretend heartbreak never happened.What time does is quieter than that.It teaches you how to breathe again. It teaches you how to smile without forcing it. It teaches you that even after the darkest storms, the sun still finds a way to rise.As I stood on the balcony of our bedroom, watching the morning sunlight spill across the gardens of the Moretti mansion, I realized just how much our lives had changed.The mansion no longer felt heavy with silence. Laughter had returned, and the staff smiled more often.Fresh flowers decorated every room because Adrian had discovered how much I loved them. Every Monday morning, a new bouquet appeared somewhere in the house. He never admitted he was the one arranging them, but I always knew.Little by little… This house had become a home again. I smiled as I
Sarah's POVI had never seen Adrian drive like that before.The silence inside the car was suffocating, broken only by the steady hum of the engine and the rain tapping against the windshield. His jaw was clenched so tightly that I wondered if it hurt. His hands gripped the steering wheel with enough force to turn his knuckles white.The sealed folder containing the records lay on the back seat. Neither of us had touched it since leaving the Moretti Group.The truth Daniel Hayes had uncovered was already heavy enough.By the time the car pulled through the gates of the Moretti mansion, I knew nothing would ever be the same again.The moment Adrian stopped the car, he stepped out without waiting for me."Adrian..."He didn't answer.He walked straight through the front door. The staff immediately noticed the expression on his face.No one dared to speak.The butler opened his mouth to greet him before quickly falling silent."Where is she?" Adrian asked.The butler hesitated. "Mrs. Mor
Sarah's POVThe call came just after eight o'clock the next morning.Adrian had barely finished his coffee when his phone rang. The moment he saw the caller ID, his expression changed. He answered immediately."Daniel."I watched him silently from across the breakfast table. With every passing second, his face grew more serious.Finally, he nodded once. "I understand. We'll be there within the hour."He ended the call and slowly placed his phone on the table. For a long moment, neither of us spoke."What happened?" I asked quietly.Adrian looked at me. "They found the missing records."My heart skipped. "They're complete?""They appear to be. And Daniel wants us at Moretti Group immediately."I searched his face.."Do you think this is it?"He exhaled slowly. "I think..." He paused. "I think today, we're finally going to get some answers."The drive to Moretti Group felt longer than usual. Adrian kept one hand on the steering wheel while the other rested on the center console. Without
Sarah's POVThe sound of tires crunching over the gravel driveway echoed through the evening silence.I stood beside Adrian in his study, both of us looking toward the tall windows as a black sedan came to a stop in front of the mansion. Neither of us spoke. Ever since Daniel Hayes had called to say he was coming over, an uneasy silence had settled between us.Adrian was the first to move. "He must be here."He walked out of the study, and I followed close behind. A butler had already opened the front door by the time we reached the foyer. Daniel stepped inside, carrying a slim leather briefcase. His expression was calm as always, but there was a seriousness in his eyes that immediately told me this wasn't an ordinary visit."Good evening, Mr. Moretti. Mrs. Moretti.""Thank you for coming," Adrian replied, shaking his hand."I'm sorry to intrude at this hour.""Not at all."Daniel glanced briefly around the entrance hall before speaking again. "I thought it would be better to discuss
Sarah's POVThe next morning began with rain.I stood by the bedroom window, watching droplets race down the glass while dark clouds stretched across the sky. The weather seemed to mirror everything Adrian had been carrying over the past few weeks. The company was still recovering from the leak, the investigation showed no sign of ending, and every new discovery seemed to uncover another mystery instead of bringing answers.Behind me, Adrian adjusted the cuffs of his shirt. "I'll try not to be too late," he said.I turned to face him and smiled faintly. "You've said that every day this week."A guilty expression crossed his face. "I know.""It's not your fault."He walked over and rested his hands gently on my shoulders. "I hate leaving you like this."I smiled lightly. "I'm not made of glass, Adrian.""I know… but that doesn't stop me from worrying."I reached up and straightened his tie. "Then stop worrying for one day.""I can't promise that."I laughed softly. "I didn't think you
Sarah’s POVThe atmosphere in the room shifted the moment I walked in.It was the company’s design studio, large glass panels, white boards filled with sketches, samples of fabric and material neatly arranged on long tables.People stood around in small groups, talking quietly. Conversations slowed
Sarah's POV The crystal chandeliers in the Grand Ballroom of the Moretti Plaza Hotel dripped light like frozen diamonds, casting everything in a golden haze that felt both magical and oppressive.The gala was in full swing, the annual Moretti Foundation Charity Auction, where old money mingled wit
Sarah's POV The night before my forced wedding, sleep was impossible. I lay on my bed staring at the ceiling, my heart hammering so loudly. The clock on the wall ticked mercilessly toward midnight.I swallowed hard.No… I can't do this.With trembling hands, I sat up and quietly pulled out the sm
Sarah's POV“In three days' time, you'll be getting married to Adrian Moretti.”My father's words kept ringing in my head.The first punishment life gave me was making me born into the Sinclair's family by my father's mistress. She kept my pregnancy even after constant warnings from my father to ab







