All Chapters of Contract With The Age Gap Billionaire: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

The sun spilled golden light over the Tuscan countryside as the black Bentley curved around a narrow road lined with cypress trees. Rows of vineyards stretched endlessly on either side, their leaves shimmering in the morning breeze.Anita rolled down the window and inhaled deeply—the scent of wildflowers and ripe grapes washing over her like a balm. She glanced at Nathan, who was driving with one hand and holding her fingers with the other.“You bought all this?” she asked, unable to hide the awe in her voice.“Just the villa,” Nathan said, flashing her that crooked smile she was finally allowing herself to fall for without fear. “The rest… belongs to the land. We’re just guests.”They crested a hill, and there it was.A terracotta villa, perched at the edge of a vineyard, framed by lemon trees and centuries-old stonework. Ivy crept up its walls like a secret lover. The shutters were open, letting in the soft Italian breeze. It looked timeless—like it had waited years just for them.N

The morning sunlight filtered through gauzy curtains, casting soft gold across the Tuscan villa. Anita woke slowly, disoriented for a moment by the unfamiliar comfort. Then she turned—and saw Nathan, still asleep beside her, the ring he had given her glinting on her finger.For a few precious seconds, she let herself believe the storm had passed.But peace, she’d learned, was often just a breath before the next battle.Downstairs, her phone buzzed.She slipped out of bed, careful not to wake Nathan, and padded barefoot toward the sound. A single notification flashed on the screen.Stacy Bennett: “We need to talk. It’s about Eleanor.”Anita’s stomach tightened. She hadn’t heard from Stacy since the confession—one she’d given in exchange for immunity, anonymity, and a clean break from Eleanor’s inner circle. That Stacy was reaching out now meant one thing: the queen hadn’t fallen as quietly as they thought.She didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she brewed coffee, her hands steady eve

The boardroom lights glared overhead, sterile and cold—too much like the mood in the room.Nathan stood at the head of the long glass table, Anita beside him, her gaze fierce despite the storm brewing around them. The message from “V” still lingered in her mind like smoke. You think you’ve won. But some ghosts don’t stay buried.Vestra Corp hadn’t made a public move—yet. But they were watching. And waiting.“I want everything on Vestra,” Nathan ordered, his voice razor-sharp. “Their board members, silent investors, off-book subsidiaries. Who bought into their power when Eleanor partnered with them. We leave nothing untouched.”His chief of security, Ethan, nodded. “We’ve already started digging. They’re more layered than we thought. Shell companies inside shell companies. But there’s one name that keeps surfacing—Alastair Vale.”Anita’s breath caught.“Vale?” she repeated. “That name’s familiar.”Nathan turned to her, frowning. “He was your father’s competitor. Gregor mentioned him on

The article had only been live for twelve hours.Twelve hours, and already three major investors had called Nathan personally—not to reprimand him, but to thank him.They knew.Not everything, but enough. Enough to suspect Alastair Vale had once circled their portfolios, sweet-talked their CFOs, and disappeared after gutting divisions from within.Now, finally, someone had said his name out loud.But Nathan didn’t feel victorious.Because silence from Vale was more dangerous than noise.And silence was all they had received.No threats. No retaliation.Not even a lawyer’s letter.Just... nothing.Until 3:07 a.m.Anita sat upright in bed, her phone buzzing violently against the nightstand. She rubbed her eyes, grabbing it with a growing sense of dread.Unknown Number.1 new message.She opened it.A single image.No text.Just a photo.Blood.A hand—tattooed, limp—lying in a pool of it.She gasped.Nathan stirred beside her instantly, eyes snapping open. “What is it?”Anita turned the

The storm broke over Milan as Anita stepped into the private elevator of Grant Enterprises. Rain lashed the glass windows like angry fingers, thunder cracking above the city as if the world itself knew something irreversible was about to unfold.Nathan was already inside the boardroom, standing before the full panel of directors, lawyers, and media correspondents. The false Vestra acquisition contract had rattled more than investors—it had threatened everything they’d built.Anita entered like a flame.Her hair slicked back, makeup minimal, black suit tailored like armor. Every step she took echoed power. Precision. Resolve.“No statements,” she said as reporters tried to shout questions. “No comments. Just truth.”The room fell silent.She placed a single flash drive on the table in front of the board.“This is the real acquisition file. Dated, notarized, digitally tracked. I never tried to buy Vestra. But I did try to warn you—months ago—that Eleanor’s legacy wasn’t just corrupt. It