All Chapters of Billionaire Contract Wife: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The press conference began with Alex and Claire sitting side by side, their expressions serious yet composed. They started with a heartfelt apology. “We deeply regret the concerns caused over the past few weeks,” Alex began, his voice steady but laced with sincerity. “We want to take this opportunity to address the matter at hand directly.” He paused briefly, scanning the crowd of reporters, before continuing. “Our company is not just a place where people come to work and get paid. It’s a reflection of the values we hold dear, values that every decent individual in society should share. That’s why, here, we prioritize character over credentials. Skills can be taught, but basic human decency is far harder to instill.”Alex’s voice grew firmer as he spoke, his words leaving a quiet tension in the room. “This brings me to the core issue about an unfair determination. These workers acted inappropriately and not just that, they also invaded and disrespected the personal space of a f

On the verge of passing out from drinking so much, Charlotte hailed an Uber to pick her up, seeing how she couldn’t even see properly anymore, let alone drive. The cab arrived a few minutes later, and Charlotte mumbled an address to the driver, who followed her instructions. When the cab stopped, she realized she had given the driver Alex’s home address. She sighed in frustration but realized that he didn’t seem to be home from the earlier call. Staggering through the gate and toward the front door, she mumbled to herself, “The key.” She moved slowly, her steps unsteady, until she checked the last place she remembered Alex kept a spare key, and there it was. With a small sense of relief, she unlocked the door and stepped inside. Taking a deep breath, she checked the living room first, then moved into the kitchen, observing the changes or lack thereof since the last time she had been here. Nothing much had changed. "He’s so boring," she said, laughing to herself as she stumbled her

Claire had a bag in her room that she bought for her mom. She had planned to give it to her the next time they met, but in the rush of getting ready and Alex’s constant urging, she had completely forgotten about it. Her mom’s place was less than an hour’s journey away, so with a sigh of frustration, Claire decided to go grab it now and deliver it while she had the time. When she arrived at the house, she noticed that the door was unlocked. Claire raised an eyebrow but quickly dismissed the thought. She figured that since Alex was home, he likely didn’t need to lock it. She stepped inside and made her way into the living room, where she immediately saw something that made her heart skip a beat. A woman’s handbag lay casually on the sofa. Her heart dropped, and a wave of unease washed over her. She tried to calm herself, telling herself not to jump to conclusions. She had no reason to believe anything was going on. But the sight of the bag unsettled her, causing her thoughts to spir

The next morning, Claire quietly packed her bags. She couldn’t shake off the sting of Alex’s words from the night before. The realization hit her like a wave, she had been fooling herself, getting caught up in something that wasn’t real. To avoid further misunderstanding or heartbreak, she decided it was best to leave. She booked a taxi, which now idled outside the house, waiting for her. Dragging her suitcase toward the front door, she tried to keep her steps light, not wanting to wake Alex. But as she wrestled with the last of her bags, Alex appeared at the top of the stairs. “What do you think you’re doing?” he demanded, his voice laced with urgency. Claire paused for a moment but then resumed pulling her bags toward the door. “I’m moving out to give you enough space to interact with whoever you want to interact with,” she replied, her tone calm but distant. Alex quickly descended the stairs and stepped in front of her, blocking her path. “And who says you can make such a d

Charles scoffed, leaning against the doorway, his smirk widening when he saw Claire’s bright expression falter the moment her eyes landed on him. “Were you hoping it was someone else? Someone with the same last name as me, perhaps?” he teased, his tone dripping with mockery. Claire rolled her eyes, already irritated. “What are you doing here?” “Oh, come on,” he said, stepping inside uninvited. “Is that how you greet a guest?” “I don’t think an uninvited guest like you deserves any courtesy,” Claire shot back, crossing her arms. “So, I’ll ask again—what are you doing here?” Charles chuckled, clearly amused by her defiance. “What did I tell you about picking a side?” he began, his voice smooth but laced with venom. “Now look at you, sent back to your house while he’s out there with the girl he told you not to worry about. Going on interviews, attending events... all smiles and charm.” Claire’s jaw tightened, but her expression remained impassive. “I’ll ask again,” she