Contract With The Age Gap Billionaire のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

As Anita lifted her glass, her remarks reverberated with calm control throughout the Grant Family Charity Gala's large hall, which was alive with whispers and conjecture. Her composed smile and Nathan's steadfast support were captured by the flashing cameras. Harry's grin wavered across the room. For the first time, he recognised that the gullible girl he had dumped was no longer the woman he had once controlled. Anita's smile widened as she met his gaze, perhaps daring him to do something next. "Shall we dance, Mr. Grant?" With her fingers sliding inside Nathan's, Anita whispered to him. As Nathan escorted her onto the dance floor, his gaze grew softer. She was being guided in perfect sync by Nathan's hand on her waist as the gentle melody of the violin filled the room. With a quiet voice that only she could hear, Nathan whispered, "You're playing a dangerous game, Anita." She said, "I know," with determined flickering in her eyes. However, I'm done running. I will grant Harry a bat

That night, the Grant family mansion exuded icy elegance. Eleanor Walker ruled at the head of the table, her piercing gaze slicing through Anita like a sword, while the large dining hall was lighted by crystal lights. Anita sat next to Nathan with her head held high and her back straight, but behind the composed exterior, her mind was planning every action. It was hostile territory. From the other side of the table, Harry grinned, his eyes blazing with nefarious laughter. As though she already knew the hidden card Harry was going to play, Stacy's delicate features glowed with triumph as she sat next to him. Despite having a knotted tummy, Anita showed no signs of dread. Not this evening. She would give Harry a war if he desired one.Eleanor said, "How charming," in a tone that was brimming with pettiness. "Anita, it's almost... funny how fast you've adjusted to our world. However, individuals who are desperate tend to act strangely, don't they? Nathan's jaw tightened next t

Standing in front of the mirror in Nathan's apartment, Anita wore a sophisticated black gown that accentuated her figure. She was no longer the innocent young woman who had wandered into this world of betrayal and power. Her name was Nathan Grant's spouse. And she would put that title on like armour tonight. As he entered the room, Nathan adjusted his fitted suit's cufflinks. His gaze moved over her, pausing on her shoulders' exposed flesh before darkening. He said, "You're playing with fire, Mrs. Grant," as he neared her and touched her waist. Anita looked into the mirror at him. "Well. Set them on fire.darker side, a protective edge that let her know he was no longer just playing this game for her. He gave it his all. War had been proclaimed by the Walkers. And Anita would initiate the conversation at Eleanor Walker's charity event tonight. New York's elite, including CEOs, politicians, and socialites who thrived on scandal and power, crowded the huge ballroom. As she

As the black Rolls Royce raced through the wet streets of New York, Anita's head was propped up on Nathan's chest. The tumult inside her was reflected in the storm outside. When Harry revealed her ancestry, her entire life fell apart. The Gregor Bennett's daughter. the unnatural blemish on a family that prospered on dominance and authority. However, they were unaware that Anita had changed from being the gullible young woman they could degrade and throw away. Nathan Grant was now at her side. She would demolish all they had once revered with him. As the city lights flickered past them, Nathan's fingertips made lazy circles on her thigh, grounding her. In a low, personal voice, he whispered, "You've been quiet." "What are you thinking about?"Anita looked up into his eyes. "I'm considering how readily people undervalue me. They believe that because I believed Harry's falsehoods, I am weak. since I lost everything. However, they are unaware that I have nothing to lose and

Long after the dinner was over, the stress of the evening persisted. As she left the Walker estate with Nathan at her side, Anita could feel the looks, the silent condemnation, and the mounting animosity from Harry and Stacy. She didn't care, though. No more. As they entered the vehicle, Nathan's hand was securely placed on her lower back. Tonight, his touch felt different—more... protective, not out of duty. As he turned on the engine, Anita glanced at him. His eyes were dark and impenetrable, and his jaw was clinched. The silence was broken by her softly saying, "You didn't have to defend me." With his eyes still on the road, Nathan answered, "I wasn't defending you." "I was defending what was rightfully mine." A beat skipped across her heart.She shouldn't have been impacted by his icy and possessive remarks. However, they did. Anita couldn't get rid of the impression that something sinister was hiding beneath the surface as the city lights flickered by. Eleanor's con