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82: THE SHAPE OF A TRAP

Author: Elvis
last update Last Updated: 2025-12-16 19:44:35

The first rule Jordan learned as a child was simple:

Fear makes noise. Control does not.

By dawn, the apartment was already awake with quiet motion. Malik coordinated security rotations from the dining table, voices murmuring through encrypted calls. Two new guards stood watch outside. The city moved on below them, unaware that a private war had begun to surface.

Grace watched Jordan from across the room as he studied a digital map on his tablet—routes, cameras, blind spots. He looked calm, but she knew better now. His stillness wasn’t peace. It was preparation.

“You haven’t slept,” she said.

Jordan didn’t look up. “Neither have you.”

She walked closer. “That’s different. You’re carrying everyone.”

He finally met her eyes. “I’m carrying us.”

The words settled between them—heavy, grounding.

Malik cleared his throat. “We confirmed something overnight. Victor reached out to an old shell company tied to your father. It’s dormant, but not dead.”

Jordan’s jaw tightened. “Which one?”

“Stoneb
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    The morning sun filtered weakly through the blinds, casting stripes of light across the penthouse floor. Grace sat at the kitchen table, her coffee untouched, eyes fixed on the city beyond the glass. Jordan stood near the window, arms crossed, jaw tense—a rare sign that something had unsettled him.“This doesn’t feel right,” he muttered, voice low, almost to himself.Grace looked up, concern flickering across her face. “What’s wrong?”Jordan turned, gaze sharp. “I just got a message. From someone who shouldn’t know we’re here. They’ve been tracking us.”Her heart skipped. “Tracking…? You mean like someone is watching us?”He nodded, pacing. “I thought we were safe. I thought—” He stopped, running a hand through his hair. “I underestimated how far the remnants of my father’s influence still reach.”Grace rose, moving to stand beside him. “Then we face it. Together, like we promised.”Jordan’s eyes softened, just slightly, but the tension didn’t leave his frame. “Promise me you’ll stay

  • The Billionaire's Contract Wife    139: Evening of Shared Secrets

    The golden light of the evening filtered through the penthouse windows, casting long shadows across the floor. Grace sat curled on the sofa, legs tucked beneath her, a notebook in her lap filled with sketches, plans, and scattered thoughts. Jordan perched on the armrest beside her, his presence a steady warmth, the kind that made every anxious thought seem distant.They had spent the day unpacking more than just furniture—they had unpacked fears, small confessions, and gestures of trust. The penthouse no longer felt like a cage built by circumstance; it felt like a canvas, ready for the life they would paint together.Grace looked up from her notebook. “I never realized how much I’d missed… just talking. Really talking. Without someone hovering, judging, or plotting.”Jordan smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “I know. We were both trapped in other people’s games for so long that we forgot how simple it could be.”“I like simple,” she admitted softly. “With you. Even when

  • The Billionaire's Contract Wife    138: First Day in the New Life

    The city buzzed softly below, but inside the penthouse, a serene energy lingered, as if the walls themselves had absorbed the peace Jordan and Grace carried from the night before. For the first time in months, neither of them felt pulled in a thousand directions—there were no shadows to hide from, no threats looming, just the quiet, steady presence of each other.Grace stepped into the kitchen, still in her robe, and began brewing coffee. The aroma filled the space, rich and comforting, a mundane pleasure she realized she had missed more than she knew. Jordan leaned against the counter, watching her move, his hands folded casually, though his eyes never left her.“You’re too quiet,” she teased, turning to flash him a playful smile.“Am I?” he replied, lips tugging into a faint grin. “Or am I just savoring the view?”Grace rolled her eyes, but her heart fluttered. “You’re impossible,” she said softly, though the warmth in her tone betrayed her affection.He chuckled, stepping closer. “

  • The Billionaire's Contract Wife    137: Morning After Promises

    The first light of dawn filtered gently through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold and amber hues. Grace stirred beneath the warm weight of Jordan’s arm draped protectively across her waist. For a moment, she let herself linger in the quiet intimacy of the morning, the lingering warmth of the night before still thrumming through her veins.Jordan’s breathing was steady, but the faint smile on his lips betrayed a tenderness she hadn’t seen before—a mix of contentment and awe, as if he, too, couldn’t believe the peacefulness they had finally found. Grace tilted her head, meeting his gaze, and felt an unfamiliar serenity settle in her chest.“Morning,” she whispered, her voice husky from sleep.“Morning,” he replied, eyes still half-lidded, soft with affection. His fingers traced idle patterns along her arm, careful, deliberate, as though afraid that any sudden movement might shatter the fragile moment.Grace shifted slightly, resting her head against his chest. “Last night… I

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  • The Billionaire's Contract Wife    135: Rebuilding Together

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