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37: The Space Between Their Hearts
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The Billionaire's Contract Wife 124: Lines Are Drawn
By the third day after the broadcast, silence became more dangerous than noise.Grace noticed it first in the way calls stopped coming. Not the frantic ones from journalists or distant relatives pretending concern—but the quiet disappearance of people who had once been eager to help. Assistants who suddenly fell “ill.” Lawyers who needed “time to reassess.” Board members who sent carefully worded messages that said nothing at all.Lines were being drawn.And not everyone was standing on the right side of them.Jordan turned the penthouse into a command center. Screens lined the walls of his study, displaying timelines, financial maps, and names linked by thin red threads. The calm precision with which he worked told Grace one thing clearly—this was not new to him.This was survival.“They’re consolidating,” he said, eyes on the screen. “Calder’s allies are pulling resources inward. They’re choosing who to protect.”“And who to sacrifice,” Grace added quietly.Jordan glanced at her. “
The Billionaire's Contract Wife 123: Fallout
The fallout didn’t come like a wave.It came like shrapnel.By morning, Grace’s name was everywhere—spoken with awe, anger, admiration, and disbelief. News anchors dissected her past. Analysts debated her motives. Comment sections split violently between calling her a hero and branding her a traitor.Grace didn’t read any of it.She stood in the shower, water running hot over her skin, trying to wash away the lingering tremor that still lived in her bones. The moment of exposure had passed—but the weight of it remained, heavy and undeniable.When she stepped out, wrapped in a towel, Jordan was already there, seated on the edge of the bed, his phone face-down in his hands.“They’ve frozen three offshore accounts,” he said quietly without looking up. “Two more arrests overnight. And my father’s lawyers are scrambling.”Grace nodded, drying her hair slowly. “That won’t stop them.”“No,” Jordan agreed. “But it slows them.”He finally looked at her, eyes dark with something close to fear.
The Billionaire's Contract Wife 122: The Evidence Drop
Grace didn’t sleep.She sat at the dining table long after midnight, the city lights blinking beyond the glass like watchful eyes. The laptop in front of her glowed softly, illuminating the sharp calm that had settled over her. Fear still existed—but it no longer ruled her. It had crystallized into something far more dangerous.Resolve.Jordan stood by the window, phone pressed to his ear, voice low as he spoke to three different people across two continents. Every call tightened the net around Calder Hayes a little more.When he finally turned back to her, his expression was grave. “Once this goes live, there’s no pulling it back.”Grace nodded. “I know.”“This won’t just destroy him,” Jordan continued. “It will expose judges, senators, donors. People who will fight to survive.”Grace’s fingers hovered over the trackpad. “Then let them fight. I’ve been surviving my whole life.”Jordan crossed the room and rested his hands on the table, leaning close. “Say the word, and I’ll shut eve
The Billionaire's Contract Wife 121: Calder’s Last Move
Calder Hayes had never believed in losing.Not in business. Not in family. Not in war.So when the courtroom emptied and the murmurs of reporters faded into the marble halls, he did not retreat. He recalculated.From the back seat of his car, Calder stared through the tinted glass as Grace and Jordan disappeared into the swarm of cameras. His fingers rested calmly on the head of his cane, but his jaw was locked so tightly it ached. The girl—no, the woman—had stood in open court and dismantled him piece by piece.And worse… she hadn’t flinched.“Sir,” his attorney murmured carefully, “we need to prepare for the injunction hearing tomorrow.”Calder didn’t look at him. “No,” he said quietly. “We need to remind the world who pays the price for disobedience.”The attorney stiffened. “With respect, this is no longer a matter of influence. The evidence—”“—can be buried,” Calder snapped, finally turning his cold gaze on the man. “Evidence is only powerful when people are alive to present it
The Billionaire's Contract Wife 120: Testimony
The courtroom smelled of polished wood and sterile air. Every chair, every bench, every cold tile was a reminder that this was no longer just a fight between Grace and Calder—it was a war with rules, witnesses, and consequences.Grace’s heels clicked against the floor as she walked toward the stand. Her pulse raced, not from fear, but from the weight of knowing that every word she spoke could dismantle an empire built on lies. Jordan followed closely behind, a quiet sentinel, his presence grounding her with a steadying hand on the small of her back.The room fell silent as the judge gestured for her to take the oath. She raised her right hand, repeating the words: “I swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.”The first question came from the prosecutor, calm but firm. “Ms. Hayes, can you describe the circumstances surrounding your mother’s disappearance?”Grace inhaled, steadying herself. “My mother uncovered financial misconduct at the Hayes Group. When int
The Billionaire's Contract Wife 119: The Price of Truth
Victory didn’t arrive with applause.It came quietly, in fragments—sealed envelopes, silent phone calls, doors that once opened without question now closing with deliberate care.Grace felt it first in the stillness.The city outside her apartment moved as always—traffic humming, lights blinking—but inside, the air felt heavier, as if the truth she had released was now pressing back against her chest.Jordan stood by the window, phone pressed to his ear, listening without interrupting. When he finally ended the call, he didn’t turn around immediately.“They’re preparing a formal request,” he said at last. “Federal prosecutors. Calder’s name is officially on it.”Grace nodded, as if she’d expected nothing else. “So it begins.”Jordan faced her. “It already has.”She sat at the kitchen table, fingers wrapped around a mug that had gone cold. For months—years—she had imagined this moment. The exposure. The reckoning. The end.She had not imagined the cost.Her phone buzzed again.A messag
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