Mr. President Contracted Marriage のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 181 - チャプター 190

Jason's POVI paced restlessly in the living room, my heart plunging into great turmoil as the kidnappers decided to not pick or return my calls. "Why don't we go ahead and give them the documents so that Violet can be freed?" I suggested in frustration. "We don't even know what she's going through over there." My voice cracked as I raked through my already disheveled hair.I rarely showed my emotions, moreso, displaying my vulnerability, but the will to keep the tears that had gathered in my eyes from falling failed me."We can't give those losers the document, Jay. They aren't to be trusted and what if we hand it over to them and they to ahead to kill her? That means that we lost at both ends," my Grandpa said and I pinched the bridge of my nose with my head aching painfully.The last few days had gone by without me closing my eyes to sleep. How could I sleep when the only one who could help me achieve that was in danger?How could I relax and take care of business when my mind wa

Summer’s POVI was elated! For the first time, I had accomplished something perfectly. I also didn't know the importance of this document but I knew it has a lot of worth. Aunt Kaitlyn had said that it is the only reason that could keep me in the Hughes family.I didn't want to leave that family. I have known wealth since I was a child and returning to the slim at this age would be brutal. I gripped on it tightly, maybe more than I should have as I walked to the person who saved me. Everyone had someone who saved them from a major calamity, mine was Aunt Kaitlyn and I would forever be indebted. My life hasn't been rosy but she somehow found a way to make it better. “Did you get it?” Aunt Kaitlyn asked, sounding eager. I brought out the document behind me and beamed. “We did it!” I said happily. A hand snatched it from me before hugging the person beside her. Apparently, that was Aunt Kaitlyn's husband. He was never friendly and all he cared about was the money.“After all that we

Jason's POVI really couldn't bring myself to tell Violet about the whole thing until I'd found concrete evidence and how to protect her. I didn't want her to have fear that someone was after her life.We all sat down discussing the way forward. At the point everyone didn't know what to do, I had never had to have such a challenging situation before. We were all in the middle of a dilemma not knowing where to turn to. Only my mother and Clara weren't seated. We left them with Violet to make sure she was alright. Even Donald wouldn't leave. He was happy to help in this whole thing.“We have to confirm if Violet is truly an Hughes, ” grandpa said. I looked at everyone gathered, we were a group of six. We had all decided to come together to tackle this issue as it was getting harder than we thought. Violet 's father would have been our path but he was killed.“Are you doubting the current evidence? ” Charles asked.I was also thinking of asking the same thing. There was enough evid

Summer’s POV I twirled the glass cup in my hands worriedly. Staring at the wall In front of me, I could remember our agreement years ago. I was a child but it was still fresh in my head. Even if I had wanted to forget it, Aunt Kaitlyn and her husband won't stop reminding me of who I am. That agreement had changed my life, I had not expected it and it was a life changer for me. I thank my stars everyday for meeting someone like her. It was not easy in the slum. I woke up everyday with no food or shelter. I had to fend for myself either by stealing or doing anything illegal. The orphanage that I was put in cared little for us. But was it their fault? It was the fault of our parents who either died when they weren't supposed to or left us to the cruel hands of the world. At first when I left the orphanage, I had thought I found wealthy parents and I was happy until I was told that I was going to become another person.

Jason's POV“Did you get it?” I asked Martin hopefully. He nodded his head and brought out his phone. “I didn't really get much, everyone there was uptight about giving any piece of information.” he said. “I got the name of her orphanage home, that's where we have to go,” he added. “We should be able to get all the evidence we need from the orphanage home, at least we have gotten something.” Charles said with a shrug. I collected Martin’s phone and read out the name of the orphanage's home. I had never heard of such a name before. Seeing the address, it was deep inside the slums and I'm sure that was the reason they chose to pick a child from there. This was a light on our dark tunnel, we had to go there now. “We have to go there now,” I told them and they all agreed with me. Taking one of my cars, we headed to the location. Just like I expected, the place was indeed a slum and even a juvenile prison seemed to look better than it. Everyone we saw looked quite poor and mean. They