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9: The Threat Inside the Penthouse
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2025-12-01 23:47:16
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The Billionaire's Contract Wife 17: THE WOMAN WHO KNEW TOO MUCH
For a heartbeat, no one moved.The gala hall—seconds ago a swirl of music and laughter—fell into a suffocating silence. Damian’s grip on Amina tightened, instinctively protective, even as confusion and dread carved through his expression.“Who are you?” he asked again, his voice low, dangerous.The woman swallowed hard. “My name is Celeste. I was working across the street the night of the accident. And I—I saw what really happened.”Damian’s jaw clenched so sharply Amina heard the faint grind of his teeth.Security guards began to edge closer, but Damian raised a hand—an order to stand down. His eyes never left the trembling woman.“Speak,” he commanded.Celeste’s hands shook so violently she had to grip her clutch to steady them. “It wasn’t an accident the way they reported. Genevieve didn’t fall because of you. She didn’t slip. Someone pushed her.”A collective gasp rippled through the onlookers.Amina felt her breath steal away. Pushed?Damian’s face went white—then ashen with disb
The Billionaire's Contract Wife 16: THE GALA THAT CHANGED EVERYTHING
If the gala hall had felt overwhelming before, stepping back into it while holding Damian’s hand was an entirely different storm. Eyes turned. Conversations paused. Cameras clicked with renewed hunger.But Damian’s grip stayed firm—steady, grounding—sending a silent message to everyone:She’s with me.Amina tried to keep her head high, even though her heart raced. Damian did not release her hand, not even when several board members approached.“Damian, we need your input on—”“Later,” he cut off smoothly, his voice calm but cold. “I’m attending to my wife.”The word wife hung in the air like a challenge. A few people blinked, startled; others swallowed whatever comment they had planned. And just like that, the space around Amina shifted. It wasn’t respect, not yet—but it was no longer open contempt.Damian guided her to a quieter corner of the hall. “Stay with me,” he said under his breath. “I won’t leave you alone again.”“You don’t have to babysit me, Damian.”His eyes sharpened. “T
The Billionaire's Contract Wife 15: WHISPERS IN THE DARK
The gala hall glittered like a kingdom built entirely from light. Crystal chandeliers cascaded from the ceiling, casting soft gold across velvet drapes and polished marble floors. Amina felt the attention shift the moment she and Damian stepped inside, their hands loosely linked, their footsteps perfectly in sync.Damian leaned closer, his breath brushing her ear. “Ignore them. They stare at everything that moves.”Easy for him to say. He was born for this world—polished, powerful, knowing exactly how to command a room. Amina swallowed, forcing her spine straight as they moved past the first wave of guests.“You’re doing great,” Damian whispered again, his fingers tightening around hers in silent reassurance.She had no idea whether he meant it for the cameras or… for himself.A few reporters tried to approach, but Damian’s security flanked them with clean efficiency. Amina noticed the way his jaw flexed each time someone got too close. He was calm, but underlying that calm was a tens
The Billionaire's Contract Wife 14: A PRICE TOO HIGH
Amina woke up long before dawn—not because she wanted to, but because sleep simply refused to stay. Her mind kept replaying the events of the night before: Damian’s confession, his barely-contained jealousy, the way his voice trembled with something dangerously close to vulnerability.She pulled the blanket tighter around herself and sat up. The room was quiet, the city outside still wrapped in early-morning darkness. For a long moment she simply breathed, trying to settle the storm inside her chest.Why does he affect me this much?The question floated through her mind, uninvited and unwelcome.She stood, wrapped a cardigan around her shoulders, and stepped onto the balcony. The air was cold, but it helped steady her. Below, the mansion’s gardens lay still, touched with the faintest silver of dawn.A soft knock sounded behind her.“Amina?” Damian’s voice was calmer than last night—too calm. The kind of calm he used when he was trying to hide something.She turned slowly. He was dress
The Billionaire's Contract Wife 13: The First Threat
The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, but Elara didn’t move. Her heart pounded violently against her ribs, her fingers clutched around her phone as if it were the only thing anchoring her to reality.“She’s not the victim.But you’ll be.”The words burned behind her eyes.A hand slid between the closing doors, forcing them apart.“Elara.”Kaelan’s voice.Her head jerked up.He stood there in the hallway—broad-shouldered, tense, frustration and worry hidden beneath a cool mask. But when he saw her pale face and trembling hands, something in him shifted sharply.“What happened?” he asked, stepping into the elevator.Elara opened her mouth, but nothing came out.Kaelan’s jaw tightened. “Elara. Talk to me.”She swallowed hard. “I—I needed air. I went outside for a minute, and then…” She held up her phone.His eyes dropped to the screen. For a second, his entire body went still.“Elara,” he said slowly, measured, “where did you get this message?”“I don’t know. The number’s not s
The Billionaire's Contract Wife 12: Lines That Shouldn’t Be Crossed
Elara didn’t sleep.She paced her room for hours, replaying Genevieve’s secret conversation until every word was carved into her skull. Her instincts screamed at her to tell Kaelan immediately, but dread coiled around her throat.Would he even believe her?After everything—after the kiss, the night they shared, then the way he’d dismissed her—would he listen? Or would he assume she was jealous, threatened, irrational?The risk felt enormous.Yet staying silent felt like walking into a fire with gasoline on her skin.When dawn finally crept across the sky, she made her decision.Elara straightened her shoulders and left her room.As she reached the living area, she found Kaelan already awake, dressed in black slacks and a crisp shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows. He stood by the massive window overlooking the city, phone pressed to his ear, voice low and lethal.“I don’t care what it costs. I want every CCTV feed within five blocks analyzed. And I want a background run on every person
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