Todos os capítulos de Billionaire Contract Wife: Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

Claire went home to get more clothes for herself so she could stay with Alex at the hospital. On her way back, she received another text from the strange phone number that had texted her the day before. “You look quite pretty in that yellow dress,” the text read. She looked down at the long straight gown she was wearing—it was green. She heaved a sigh of relief, realizing the sender wasn’t accurate. “Who the fuck are you? Why do you keep texting me?” she typed furiously and hit send. She waited for a reply, but none came. Trying to shake off the unease, Claire scrolled through the news on her phone. Her heart sank when she saw the headlines—*Business Mogul Alex Hampton’s Car Crash Suspected to Be Intentional.* She clicked on the article, her eyes darting over the details. Eyewitnesses claimed a black SUV had been following Alex’s car before ramming into him at high speed. Authorities were investigating, but no leads had been confirmed yet. Claire's heart skipped a beat at the

When Claire reached the hospital, her heart nearly stopped at the sight of the crowd gathered in front of Alex’s room. Policemen, doctors, and nurses were exchanging hurried statements, their faces etched with worry. A knot formed in her stomach, tightening with every step as she approached. “Oh, she’s here,” one of the nurses said, spotting Claire from a distance. “What is going on?” Claire demanded, her voice trembling. A man stepped forward, his badge glinting under the fluorescent lights. “Hi, I’m Chris, a police officer in charge of this case,” he began. “Case? What happened to my husband? Someone tell me!” Claire’s voice cracked, her fear spilling over. Chris’s expression softened, but his tone remained firm. “We received a report that an unidentified person, disguised as a nurse, attempted to tamper with your husband’s IV drip. Thankfully, he was discovered before he could carry out the act.” Claire’s eyes widened in shock. “What? Where is the person? Did you

PRESENT: Claire’s heart stopped in her chest as she stared at the face she hadn’t fully registered earlier, now exposed from behind the sunglasses and nose mask. Panic surged through her veins. How did she miss this? “Roy,” her voice trembled, her lips barely forming the name. “Why didn’t you respond to my texts?” he asked, his tone almost casual, as if they were old friends catching up. Her mind reeled, piecing together what should have been obvious. Roy was colorblind, of course, he’d confuse green for yellow. She had been too dismissive, brushing off those texts. And now, she was exactly where he wanted her. “I’m… I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice shaky as her hand slowly inched toward the door handle. Roy leaned forward and grabbed her wrist with a vice-like grip, his smile dark and unsettling. “I guess you were busy taking care of your husband. I was only planning to hit him a little, but, well… things got out of hand.” Claire’s breath hitched. Her eyes widened a

Alex's secretary, Vanessa, stormed into the hospital, her heels clicking loudly against the tiled floor. Her face was etched with concern as she approached the police officer stationed outside Alex's room. "Where's Claire?" she demanded, her voice sharper than she intended. The officer shook his head. "She rushed out a few hours ago. Said it was urgent. She hasn’t been back since." Vanessa’s chest tightened. That text from Claire had sounded off, and now, her absence made it even worse. Trying to mask her panic, she stepped aside and pulled out her phone. With quick taps, she found Claire’s mother’s number and called. The phone rang twice before a kind but worried voice answered, "Hello?" "Mrs. Smith, this is Vanessa. I work with Mr Steele—Claire’s husband." "Oh, Vanessa! Is everything alright? Is Alex okay?" Vanessa hesitated. "He’s stable, but... I was wondering if you’ve heard from Mrs Steele. Do you know where she is?" Her mother sounded confused. "Clair

Charlotte burst into the hotel room she shared with Charles, radiating anger and anxiety. She stormed over to the minibar, grabbed a bottle of whisky, and gulped it down like water. “Hey, hey, hey, calm down!” Charles rushed toward her, snatching the bottle from her hands. “What the fuck is going on?” “We’re fucked. We’re fucking fucked, Charles,” Charlotte snapped, pacing back and forth, her heels clicking against the floor. “Will you please calm down and tell me what’s going on?” he demanded, his tone growing sharper. “First, Roy kidnaps Claire, and I’m sure the police are already on his trail. It’s only a matter of time before they catch him,” she said, her voice trembling with frustration. “Roy did what? That dude is insane! He’s going to ruin all our plans at this point,” Charles exclaimed, running a hand through his hair. “Our plans are already ruined,” Charlotte said flatly. “What do you mean?” he asked, his face pale. She stopped pacing and turned to face him.