Dear Mr. Billionaire, Our Marriage Is Just A Contract のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

CHAPTER 41: YOU ARE FIRED.RACHEL'S POV "What the hell are you even insinuating?" I shout at Sandra as I can not seem to control my anger anymore. "What?" she looks at me innocently as if she isn't the one brewing the storm. "I am just saying the truth." "Do you know you can get into trouble for saying all of these if you don't have any evidence to back it up?" Beatrice reminds her. "Why should I provide evidence when she can deny it all with her life and her family's? More like swearing. I believe in the active power of swearing so she should swear that she hasn't slept with the boss once. Let her do so."I am on the verge of crying as I watch Sandra continue to belittle my effort and insult me. She has never come for me in a full-blow proportion before. Of course, I knew she didn't like me from the start that I won the best hardworking staff with her going second, but still, she has always maintained her lane, and so have I.I can't even open my mouth to defend myself be

CHAPTER 43: YOU ARE BLUSHING.RACHEL'S POVIt has been a week since I arrived at the house with Noah. Surprisingly, things have been going well between us. He hasn’t been as cold, and while he still keeps his distance, there’s a certain ease between us now that wasn’t there before. It feels...different.On this particular Saturday, I prepare to leave for an outing. I had promised Emily to come and see her when I came back from the event. As I make my way through the house, I ask Marco if he has seen Noah. Before leaving, I decide that it is best to let Noah know since I didn't speak about wanting to leave the house earlier this morning. "He's in the guest room with someone," Marco informs me. I pause, wondering if it’s even necessary to interrupt him just to inform him about my plans. Would he even care?But something inside me urges me to go, so I do. I find myself standing outside the guest room door. Taking a deep breath, I knock and push it open.As I step into the guest room,

CHAPTER 45: SURPRISE BIRTHDAY FROM WIFEYNOAH'S POVI jolt awake, my entire body drenched in sweat, my breath ragged as I struggle to shake off the remnants of my nightmare. The darkness of my room offers no comfort, the dim glow of the bedside lamp casting long shadows on the walls. My heart pounds erratically as the echo of a child’s terrified screams still rings in my ears.I swallow hard, forcing myself to sit up. "Not again," I mumble helplessly as I try to gain control of my senses again. Leaning forward, I rest my head on my lap, my hands gripping the sheets as I try to calm down a bit. Even with the air conditioning humming in the background, the cool air does nothing to ease the clammy heat enveloping me. I stay in that position for a moment, trying to slow my breathing, but the weight in my chest refuses to dissipate.Eventually, I reach for the drawer beside my bed, pulling it open with shaking hands. That is my last option right now.My fingers close around a familiar

CHAPTER 47: BIRTHDAY DISASTER (2)NOAH'S POVI slam the door shut behind me, my breath ragged as fury claws at my chest. The house is silent, but I do not mind it; I am used to that kind of life. I can’t even think straight. My mind is a hurricane, spinning out of control, each gust of anger fueled by the images of Rachel that had been sent to me.Marco looks up, startled. So he knows about the birthday party. He probably wasn’t expecting me home so early. Neither was I. Today was supposed to be my birthday. A day I never really cared about, but somehow, I let myself believe—for a brief moment—that it could be different. That maybe, just maybe, I could enjoy something normal. But I was a fool. “Sir? Why are you back this early?” Marco takes a cautious step forward.I ignore him, heading straight to the wine cabinet. My fingers tremble as I grab the first bottle of strong whiskey I can find. The cap clatters onto the marble countertop, forgotten as I pour myself a heavy drink. The a

CHAPTER 49:DO YOU LOVE HIM? RACHEL'S POV.The café is warm, and the scent of freshly brewed coffee fills the air, but it does nothing to comfort me. My fingers tremble as I stir my drink, watching the milk swirl into the dark liquid before fading into a murky brown. My chest feels tight, my throat raw from holding back the sobs that threaten to break free. Emily sits across from me, her eyes soft with concern, waiting patiently for me to finish speaking. “I just... I just don’t know, Emily,” I murmur, my voice barely above a whisper. I wipe my tear-stained cheek. My fingers tighten around the warm cup as I blink rapidly, trying to stop more tears from slipping down my cheeks. “I couldn’t just ignore the call. Dorcas sounded so desperate. I was afraid that she was going to get hurt because of the screams. Elvis was wrecking things... I—I had to go. I had to help him. Am I at fault?"Emily sighs, reaching across the table to take my hand. Her grip is gentle but firm. “Rachel, list