All Chapters of A Wife For Him (Hearts Under Contract): Chapter 11 - Chapter 19

Knock. Knock. Irene bounced lightly on the balls of her feet as she waited at Levi's front door, her heart thumping with a mix of nervousness and excitement. From inside, she heard the unmistakable thudding of tiny feet—running, stomping, probably jumping on something they shouldn’t. Her face broke into a wide grin. Before she could knock again, the door flung open. Levi stood there, eyes wide, arms outstretched. “Irene! You’re back!” Irene laughed, practically jumping forward to hug her. “Girl! I’ve missed you like crazy.” Levi pulled back with a smirk. “Missed me? You were gone for, what, two days? Please. Acting like you left for a whole year.” “Two days too long,” Irene teased, brushing past her into the house. “Where are my babies?” Levi shut the door behind her with a little dramatic click. “Mmm... I think you’ve got some serious begging to do first.” “Begging?” Irene frowned, confused. “What do you mean?” “They’re upstairs,” Levi said, walking ahead. “But brace yourse

Irene moved through the office like a machine. From the moment she clocked in that morning, her mind had been spinning. Ethan and Elias's question from earlier haunted her like a shadow clinging to her heels. "Mama, do we have a dad?" Her lips had gone dry immediately and her heart had nearly stopped From that question. And ever since, everything around her had felt like a blur. Her hands had moved on their own filing documents, passing forms, replying “yes sir” and “on it” to her boss's endless commands but she wasn’t there. Not really. Her body was present, but her soul was elsewhere, trapped in that single question she had no answer to. Mr. Blackwood had barked orders all morning. "Where are the Peterson files?" "Did you cross-check the shareholder update?" "That email should’ve been sent ten minutes ago!" She didn’t even flinch. She did everything without protest, without expression just like a robot. It was around midday and she had just returned from su

Inside the sleek interior of the car, Ethan leaned toward Elias and whispered, “Do you think Mama’s gonna be mad?” Elias gave him a side-eye. “Probably. But maybe less mad if we come with a rich old man.” “I heard that,” Mr. Blackwood’s father said mildly, amusement tugging at his lips. Then they turned sheepishly toward him. “Don’t worry,” he continued. “If she scolds you, I’ll take the blame.” Elias grinned. “Promise?” “Cross my heart.” As the car came to a smooth stop in front of the private underground entrance, a valet rushed over, already bowing slightly when he recognized the man inside. The driver opened the door for Mr. Blackwood’s father, who stepped out and gestured for the boys to follow. “Stay close,” he said, his voice low but authoritative. Ethan grabbed Elias’s hand instinctively as they trailed after the man, wide eyed at the luxury around them. The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, revealing a mirrored interior lined with polished gol

The door clicked shut with more force than necessary. Daniel Blackwood stormed into his father’s private lounge inside the top floor of the company a room meant for peace, but now crackling with tension. “Father, you can’t be serious he barked at his father who was seated in his usual chair by the tall window, his back straight, and his eyes calm. Daniel didn’t wait for his father's response before throwing another or several questions at him. What the hell was that father why did you do it?” He asked his voice brimming with anger But his father did not even stir or flinch at his son's voice instead he turned his glass of wine slowly on the table, the wine inside barely rippling. Before looking up smiling at his son and giving a response that was totally different from the question he had been asked. “Good evening to you too, son he responded To which daniel threw his hand in the air in annoyance Don’t start with that father don't try to change the subject. You

The next morning, Daniel made a decision that surprised even himself as he didn’t wait for the driver, didn’t bother with breakfast, didn’t even give himself time to think more about the issue because what more was there to think all he just knew was that he was in no way he was going to loose the project because of some bunch of people. He simply grabbed his keys, slid into one of his cars, and drove out of the estate while the rest of the world was still yawning awake. The roads stretched out before him in pale silence, washed in the cool blue of dawn. He usually enjoyed that quiet how the city seemed to hold its breath at this hour, as though it belonged only to him but today his mind refused to settle, circling back again and again to the address glowing on his phone" Irene’s address" When the navigation finally guided him to a modest house at the end of a narrow street, Daniel slowed, his eyes narrowing as he studied it. The place was painfully ordinary: a weathered fen