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The Billionaire's Contract Wife 180: Roots and Wings
The morning was crisp, carrying the subtle promise of new beginnings. Grace stood by the balcony, hands wrapped around a mug of tea, feeling the gentle warmth seep into her fingers and chest. Jordan joined her, carrying a small notebook filled with plans, sketches, and ideas.“I’ve been thinking,” he said, settling beside her, “about how we can expand—not just our home, but everything we’ve built. Roots to ground us, wings to explore.”Grace looked at him, curiosity lighting her eyes. “Roots and wings?”“Exactly,” he said, turning the notebook toward her. “Our roots are what anchor us—our routines, our home, the little rituals that make life ours. The wings… are the dreams we haven’t chased yet. The trips, projects, even the businesses or hobbies we’ve always wanted to explore. We can grow safely and still soar.”Grace traced her finger along the lines of the notebook. There were ideas for community projects, plans for trips they could take together, even proposals for joint ventures
The Billionaire's Contract Wife 179: Building Forever
The morning sunlight streamed through the curtains, painting the apartment in golden hues. Grace stretched, savoring the comfort of the bed and the soft warmth of Jordan beside her. For the first time in months, there was no urgent phone call, no shadow of a threat, no chaos pressing in. Just the quiet intimacy they had slowly built, a testament to patience, trust, and love.Jordan stirred, murmuring her name before opening his eyes and meeting hers with a smile that made her chest flutter. “Morning,” he said, brushing a strand of hair from her face.“Morning,” she replied, leaning into his touch. Their fingers intertwined, a silent confirmation of the life they were now shaping together.Over breakfast, they discussed plans for their new home, from the little touches that would make each room feel alive with their personalities to the routines that would anchor their days. Every idea, every suggestion, was a reflection of the partnership they had cultivated: balanced, respectful, and
The Billionaire's Contract Wife 178: Anchored in Us
The morning light spilled through the wide windows of their new apartment, soft and warm, wrapping the space in a calm glow. Grace moved slowly, savoring the quiet, the gentle hum of the city below, and the rare luxury of time uninterrupted. Jordan sat at the kitchen counter, mug in hand, eyes on her with a tenderness that spoke louder than words ever could.“Coffee’s perfect,” she said, taking a sip. “Just like this morning—steady, warm, exactly what I needed.”Jordan’s lips curved into a smile. “Then it’s doing its job.” He set his mug down, stretching, then walked over to her. “You know, this—us—this life we’re building… it’s more than I ever thought I could have.”Grace tilted her head, studying him. “I feel the same. All those months of chaos, danger, and uncertainty… I never imagined we’d reach a point like this. Quiet, simple, anchored.”“Anchored,” he echoed, letting the word settle. “Yes. That’s exactly it. We’ve built something that isn’t fragile. Something real. And every d
The Billionaire's Contract Wife 177: Stepping Into Tomorrow
The morning air carried a gentle promise, crisp and tinged with the scent of blooming flowers. Grace stood at the window, her hands wrapped around a steaming cup of coffee, watching the city slowly come to life. Beside her, Jordan moved with quiet purpose, gathering plans and notes they had made over the past weeks, his focus calm yet intense.“This is it,” he said softly, glancing at her with a hint of excitement that didn’t need words. “The first day of the rest of our life, properly ours.”Grace smiled, feeling the thrill of anticipation mix with the steady comfort she always found in his presence. “I’ve never been more ready,” she admitted. “To build, to plan… to actually live the way we’ve imagined.”Jordan set a stack of documents on the table, each marked with careful notes and ideas: the new apartment, the neighborhood, even the beginnings of long-term projects they had dreamed about. “Every detail matters,” he said, picking up one sheet and handing it to her. “We create our h
The Billionaire's Contract Wife 176: A New Horizon
The morning light filtered gently through the curtains, illuminating the apartment in a soft, golden haze. Grace stretched, feeling the calm energy that seemed to pulse in the quiet corners of their shared space. Jordan was already awake, standing by the window with a cup of coffee in hand, his gaze wandering across the city below.“Morning,” she said softly, moving toward him.“Morning,” he replied, turning to smile at her. His eyes held the same warmth she had come to rely on, a steady reassurance that whatever came, they would face it together.They spent the morning in their usual rhythm, coffee in hand, soft conversation, and shared laughter filling the apartment. But today carried a different weight—a sense of possibility, of forward momentum. They had weathered storms, endured trials, and now, the horizon looked expansive and inviting.After breakfast, Jordan reached for Grace’s hand. “I’ve been thinking,” he said, his tone thoughtful but calm, “it’s time we take the next step.
The Billionaire's Contract Wife 175: The Future Begins
The morning sun broke gently over the horizon, casting the apartment in a warm, amber glow. Grace stirred first, stretching slowly as she listened to the familiar rhythm of Jordan moving about. There was no urgency, no chaos—just the quiet hum of life unfolding as it had, as it always should, when they were together.Jordan appeared in the kitchen doorway moments later, hair tousled, shirt slightly wrinkled, a sleepy smile tugging at his lips. “Morning,” he murmured, carrying a mug of coffee in each hand.“Morning,” Grace replied, accepting one. The steam rose, carrying with it the familiar aroma that had become synonymous with home. She took a slow sip, savoring both the coffee and the rare stillness that filled the space around them.They moved through their morning with a comfortable rhythm. Breakfast was simple, conversations soft and warm, laughter low and genuine. Every glance, every touch carried the weight of years spent learning to trust, to lean on one another, to build a li
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