All Chapters of My Contract Husband Is The Enemy: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Aliya’s POVI don’t think I’ve ever met a man as worthless as my father. If he’s first on my list of worthless men, then Philip comes second, and Nick might just be the third.How on earth did he have another child besides me? It wasn’t enough that he brought in a new wife and daughter a month after Mum’s passing, and now I receive a note from my supposed stalker claiming my dad has another child.Is it wrong that I chose to believe Mr. L even without confronting my father to know the truth?When I found out, my expression could not be explained. For some reason, it felt like yet another dumb thing my father did, and it seemed normal to me.If someone even tells me my dad is gay, I might believe it. He’s full of surprises and the most confused human I know.The painful part about all this is, after struggling to keep my grandfather’s legacy—which he couldn’t do—he goes behind my back to gamble away his shares, and now I have to deal with a mysterious man who seems to enjoy when I’m mi

Liam’s POVMy heart raced as I leaned against the car seat of the taxi. Sweat dripped down my face, and my mind ran wild as to what must have happened.I was at a meeting with Posh, Brooke, and some of our investors when a call came through from Aliya. She had yelled faintly for me to come home, saying she wasn’t feeling too good, but I barely heard her.I immediately rushed out of that meeting without a second thought. Of course, it earned me some harsh glances from Brooke, but at that moment, nothing or nobody mattered apart from Aliya.At this point, I knew I shouldn’t have gone with her “Fling plan” 3 months ago, but I did, and now—well, now I’m addicted to her like a drug.“We’re here, sir,” the taxi driver announced, pulling me out of my reverie. You would think by now I should be used to the ride, but no, it felt like I’d throw up my lungs if I stayed in any further, so I rushed out.Once stepping into the gate, Marcus, the head of the bodyguards Aliya had hired, snapped his h

Aliya’s POVToday was proving to be a very strenuous day.I had been sitting among bald and grey-headed men, who kept babbling nonsense about my company. A company I’ve worked hard to maintain. And now they want to buy me out of it like it’s candy in a 7-Eleven store?“Mrs. Van Alen Johnson, are you listening?” A voice pulled me out of my reverie.I turned my attention to see it was one of my grandpa’s most trusted friends when he was still alive, Mr. Frederick.“It’s a shame, Mr. Frederick,” I said, my voice cutting through the stale air. “It’s a shame what you’re doing right now. I’m pretty certain my grandpa is the reason you are where you are today, but this is how you repay him?”A flicker of guilt flashed in the old man’s eyes before vanishing. “Your grandpa was a lovely friend. God bless his soul,” he said, gazing up at the sky as though Grandpa were watching. “But this is business, Aliya, and we’ve weighed our options.”“And the best option for you all is to let someone else,

Liam’s POVPosh’s phone hung in the air, right in front of my face, as I stared at a video of the day I had met Aliya in the arms of Philip. Directly beneath it was a picture of her in nothing but a tiny piece of lingerie, barely covering her nipples.“Where did you get this?” I mumbled through gritted teeth.“The trending social media platform, Rona, Boss,” Posh responded, his gaze fixed on me. “It has over a thousand users here in the City.”“And how far has it spread?” My brows creased so deeply they could hold a thread.“W…we don’t know yet, Boss.” Posh stuttered, trembling as the phone in his hand began to slip.In one swift motion, I snatched the phone from his grip and hurled it into the wall with every ounce of strength I could muster. My breathing escalated as I pulled out my own phone and called Aliya.“This is Aliya’s voicemail. Please leave a message after the beep.”I tried again. And again. But it was the same thing every damn time until her line went completely dead.I

Liam’s POVThe thought of having my own family one day had never crossed my mind. All I could think about my entire life was revenge on the Van Alen family for making my family’s life miserable, and it seemed like my quest for vengeance had taken a toll on me. I lost my unborn baby because of it and drove the woman I love into darkness.It had been two days since Aliya was finally released from the hospital, and it had been two days of long silence. She wouldn’t speak or eat, wouldn’t cry, wouldn’t leave her room. It hurt to see her this way, but what hurt the most was knowing I played a vital roll in her pain she went through.The bubbly sound of the soup pot pulled me from my reverie. Immediately, I turned off the stove and continued shredding some chicken. Once I was done, I poured the soup into a bowl, made some sandwiches, and arranged everything on the tray.My grip tightened around it as I made my way upstairs to Aliya’s bedroom. I exhaled deeply at the door before pushing it o