All Chapters of Contract With The Age Gap Billionaire: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

The Milan skyline shimmered beneath a violet dusk as Anita stepped off the private jet. The city pulsed beneath her heels—its heartbeat syncing with hers. Strong. Defiant. Ready.Nathan was waiting on the tarmac, collar turned up against the wind, hands in the pockets of a midnight wool coat. His eyes locked on hers like a compass finding true north.He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to.Anita walked straight into his arms, the weight of Berlin pressing against her spine. His hands tightened around her waist.“She didn’t deny it,” Anita said against his shoulder.“Verena?” he asked.She nodded. “But she didn’t confirm it either. She’s not playing for power, Nathan. She’s playing for legacy.”Nathan pulled back slightly, searching her eyes. “Eleanor’s legacy?”“No,” Anita said. “Her own. And she’s found a way to resurrect it through something Eleanor discarded—something even Eleanor feared.”Nathan’s jaw tightened. “Stacy.”Anita exhaled. “The Phoenix Protocol.”They rode back in silence

Zurich was cloaked in snow, a city frozen in time, like a still-frame before detonation.The private jet touched down just before dawn. Nathan and Anita descended the steps into biting wind, flanked by Marla’s elite security. Every movement was calculated. Every glance sharp. Zurich was no longer neutral ground—it was a battlefield.Gregor Bennett had been hiding under a false identity, tucked away in a fortified villa on the edge of Lake Zurich. It had been years since Anita had seen him in person. Years since she’d dared to look at the man who had fathered both her and Stacy, yet raised neither.And now, he might be the key to taking Verena Rothschild down—or the final betrayal.The villa stood like a forgotten cathedral, its stone walls dusted in snow. As they approached the heavy oak door, two guards stepped forward. Marla flashed clearance. The door opened.Anita’s breath caught.He looked older. Greyer. The once-proud lines of Gregor Bennett’s face had deepened into weary trench

The red letters on the screen flickered ominously. Verena’s message was like a knife to the chest, a cold reminder of how deeply the Rothschilds were entrenched in their web. Anita’s fingers froze on the keyboard, a cold sweat dripping down her spine as she read the message over and over again.“I know what you’re doing. You’re too late. – Verena.”Her heart pounded, the room around her feeling smaller, more suffocating with every passing second. They had been careful—hadn’t they? They’d taken precautions, covering their tracks, using the most advanced encryption. So how had Verena found them? How did she know what they were planning?Nathan’s voice cut through the tension, low and steady. “What does this mean?”Anita turned, her eyes wide with shock but masking her rising panic. “It means she’s playing us. Verena knows we’re coming for her.”Ethan’s voice came through the comms, clipped and urgent. “She’s onto us, no question. I’m trying to scramble her trace, but she’s fast. Too fas

Anita’s heart pounded in her chest as the weight of the message from Nadine lingered in the air. She could practically hear the mocking tone in the words, the confidence that dripped from every sentence. The woman wasn’t just a threat anymore—she was becoming a force to be reckoned with. And it was clear that their advantage was slipping away.“Dammit,” Marla muttered under her breath, rubbing her eyes as she looked over the freshly downloaded financial records. “This doesn’t make sense. She’s covered her tracks too well.”Anita’s mind worked furiously. She’d known from the beginning that Nadine was dangerous, but now it was clear that the Rothschild heiress wasn’t just playing her mother’s game. She was rewriting the rules. Nadine wasn’t afraid to fight dirty, and that meant Anita had to do the same.Nathan leaned over the table, his jaw clenched, a frown tugging at the corners of his mouth. “She’s playing us. We’ve underestimated her.”Anita’s gaze never wavered from the screen. “No

With the exception of the occasional glass clinking as people twitched their drinks anxiously, the room was quiet. It was intended to be a celebration, a sumptuous banquet thrown by Verena Walker, a moment of victory for her and her well manicured persona. While the rest of the world continued to view her as the untouchable grandmother of an enduring legacy, guests mixed together and marvelled at her most recent business endeavours. But beneath all of this glitz, Anita was ready to demolish everything Verena had worked so hard to create.Anita had a surge of satisfaction as the last parts of the puzzle came together. She was prepared. With their cameras focused on the woman who believed she could overcome her history, the media had already assembled and was waiting for the signal. Nathan, standing tall next to her, had dark eyes that glowed with the same passion that had been developing between them over the past few weeks. They now had a shared objective and a silent understan