บททั้งหมดของ The contract marriage: falling for a billionaire again: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Chapter 31Freya's POVMy heart broke to hear Waylen's words; that there was no way I was going to be his mother since I was Michael's wife. "Baby.." I'd suddenly whispered, hearing his last statement. He looked clueless and confused as he kept looking at his father. My son only admired me from afar; he didn't recognize me."Waylen, excuse Uncle Michael's wife and me. Come on, Uncle Raymond is out there," Ambrose said coldly, without any empathy in his tone, as he went over to open the door. Fear suddenly possessed me, Raymond presence means my secret weren't safe. But then, this was my son in front of me. Besides, I don't think he knew that much about Ambrose."It won't be bad to have him here with us. After all, he doesn't understand everything that's going on," I said, looking directly into his eyes. I was prepared for anything that would happen."Are you crazy, Freya? Fine, if you want the little boy to..." Ambrose began."Dad, do you hate Unc' Michael's wife?" Waylen cut in, sc

Chapter 33Micahel's POVAs I stepped out of the elevator, I was taken aback to see the same car I had seen on that fateful day - the same car that belonged to Emma. My anger flared up instantly. How dare she have the audacity to show up at my home after everything she had done?I could hear the sounds of laughter and chatter, indicating that my cousins were present. It was high time I took actions and put an end to this gathering."Michael! Sweetheart," Emma cooed, approaching me with a fake smile. "I've been here for over two hours. Do you often stay this late at work?" She asked, as she reached out to hug me, but I swiftly freed myself from her grasp."You!" I exclaimed, my voice low and frightening. "Why did you come back?" I glared at Alexis, who stood with her arms folded, watching Emma's little drama with a mixture of happiness and curiousity. The nerve of them, thinking they could play me for a fool again."Get out!" I ordered, my voice firm and authoritative, not waiting for

Chapter 35Freya's POVI kept waiting for Michael to finish his statement. I knew there was nothing sensible about his words. Michael was like a wind tossed back and forth. He'll act so lovely a minute, and the next, he's back to his usual behavior. I knew how hurt he must be to have lost his sister, to have no one by his side who loved him genuinely. But couldn't he see the fact that I was willing to do anything for him? Even if it meant staying with him, getting used to his cold ways, and assuring him that I'll be there for him. But then, he hurt me.To Michael, I was Freya Rogers, his contract wife. "Freya...I'm not really the type to say sorry," he started, staring at me as my inner self got soaked with shock. I mean, Michael Smith will never say sorry. Not even for a god. "But, I'm sorry for...I mean, not like you're right. You left the office without a word. You never picked up your phone despite my endless calls, and then you walked in late, which made me flare up. I mean, not

Chapter 37Michael's POVThe beating of my heart accelerated as I held my chest, sending tension through my body as I closed my eyes. I hadn't been able to focus on work for the past three days due to Jason's absence from work after the news of his sister's kidnapping."Michael," Freya called from outside, and I knew how worried she had been these past few days. I had rejected Mrs. Cooke's meals, and at one point, I lost my temper with Freya. But here she was, worried about me."I know you don't want me here now, and you want to be alone. But Michael, you have to eat something. In an hour's time, we'll go over to Grandpa's. You shouldn't look like this, and..." Her words were cut off the moment I opened the door. I mean, she didn't think I'd actually open it; I'd been by myself since Jason shared the news. Jason was someone I could die for."Michael..." she called as I left the door open and went back to my position. Freya walked into my room, her gaze never leaving mine."Any news fr

Chapter 39Freya's POVI couldn't hold back my emotions anymore. Michael couldn't face this alone, and it was time I did something for him. We needed to uncover Ambrose's weakness; he had gone too far this time. But Michael had just asked me to leave, and then...."What did you just say, Freya Rogers?" Michael asked, his voice filled with surprise and a hint of impatience. I felt a flush rise to my cheeks, embarrassed by my impulsive confession."And what exactly do you know about love?" Michael snapped, his eyes flashing with pain and anger. "Just because we're playing a game doesn't mean we're in love. You don't know anything... nothing." His words cut deep, but I stood my groun, not faltering."You're wrong," I said, my voice coming out quietly. "I may not have had a beautiful love story, but one thing I know about love is that you'll always be there for each other, sharing each other's pain." Michael shook his head, like he wasn't agreeing with my words."That's not love," he sai