Todos os capítulos de The contract marriage: falling for a billionaire again: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

Chapter 42Emma's POV"Job well done, Alexis," I said, watching Freya from the car as she struggled with her luggage. I couldn't help but laugh as I remembered how she had confidently insulted my pride at the café."Just a video, and Micahel didn't hesitate to send you packing. Oh, Freya, how bad it is for a billionaire's wife to end up this way," I muttered, watching with joy and anticipating Alexis' next move. Alexis was an expert in fields like this.I began to see Freya's picture as headline news, and I knew my plans were working out well. With Freya out of the picture, I had Micahel all to myself again."I need to go see him and prove to him that I'm the only one who truly loves him," I said, giving myself a thorough look as I added more powder to my face and touched my lips with red lipstick.I stood up, adjusted my little orange gown, and catwalked towards Micahel's mansion. I finally reached the door after a few attempts by Mrs. Cooke to stop me."Please, Mrs. Cooke, I need to

Chapter 44Freya's POVIt's been four days since the video got leaked, but the pain I felt was unmatched; nothing could be compared to it. I lost everything because of Emma. I folded my fists tightly, ensuring the knife I had kept behind my jeans was perfectly in place."Freya! Put away the knife now!" My mom screamed in fear, but I didn't flinch."I'll kill her," I said, my face devoid of emotion, as I gently placed my hand on the back pocket of my jeans.My mom moved closer towards me, "He'll come back for you," she whispered reassuringly, as I gave her a confused gaze. Hadn't she always wanted a day like this to come? From the onset, my mom had always hated the fact that Michael and I were together. She had seen me as an opportunist. Why, then, did she pray for his return?Michael had turned his back against me the moment my picture got leaked."He's such a fool," I said, weeping, as I closed my eyes tightly. He was such a fool not to have realized that I wasn't the woman in the v

Chapter 46 Freya's POV The distance between Michael and me was so small as Ambrose kept revealing a deceptive smile. I mean, I didn't imagine he'd actually act like everything was okay after everything he'd done to Michael. "Wait! Michael, I thought your wife cheated on you?" Ambrose's questions made me want to send a slap across his face, but I didn't. I kept my cool, my eyes fixed on his expression. "Why is she still standing here? I thought you sent her out!" He asked, his voice dripping with malice, as I closed my eyes, trying to compose myself. Ambrose was playing games with us. But then, all of his plans would crumble soon. I could feel the anticipation building up inside me. "I don't think I have any reasons or I'm obligated in any way whatsoever to reply to you. I came here for two important things, which I'll like you to give me as soon as possible," Michael cut in, his boldness one of the traits I loved about him. The fact that he was the only one who could make the

Chapter 48 Freya's POV I couldn't bear to see the tears flowing down my little boy's eyes. I was such a bad mother, hiding behind everything. I tried hard to keep my emotions in order, making every attempt not to let Michael see any suspicion in my reactions towards Waylen. This wasn't the best time to let him know. But then, somehow Michael got drenched in anger as he lost control towards Ambrose. My attempts to stop him failed as I placed a hand on my wrist, hurting it in the process of getting support when Ambrose pushed me badly. "Michael!" I called, trying to find my footing. "Unc' Michael," Waylen called out in tears , but it seemed like Michael's eyes were closing. I didn't know what made him lose himself, but I noticed it was after Waylen had called his attention with watery eyes. "Stop it!" I cried, stopping Ambrose from hitting him. I knew Ambrose was no match for Michael. But right now, Michael was down, and I couldn't afford to let him remain in this position at

Chapter 50Freya's POVI knocked twice on Michael's door, holding my treatment kits tightly. He ushered me in, and I gazed around his room, my eyes drawn to the spot where Emma's portrait once hung. A faint, nostalgic smile crossed my face as I remembered how he never put it back after she betrayed him."So, will you keep staring at only God knows what, or .." he paused, his gaze resting on the box I carried. "What the hell is that?" he asked, with curiousity and amusement. I smiled, walking over to take a seat on the bed as he stood, placing his hand over his chest and watching me."Sit down," I said, smiling broadly, as I pushed a strand of hair away from my face. Michael remained standing, narrowing his gaze at me. I laughed, feeling a flutter in my chest."Freya, what are you up to?" Michael asked, his voice low and husky."Come on, it's a first aid kit. Have you looked at yourself in the mirror?" I replied."Yeah, in fact, I looked like the one and only billionaire Michael Smith,