All Chapters of Contracted To The Cold Billionaire Lawyer : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Olivia paced nervously in the corridor, her heart racing uncontrollably as she checked her watch for what felt like the hundredth time. This was the day she had waited for so long – the day she would finally meet Christopher Brooks, the renowned lawyer known for his impeccable track record. She had dressed impeccably for the occasion, her dark brown hair tied into a sleek bun and her tailored business suit accentuating her slender figure.As she paced, the sound of her high heels clicking on the polished tiled floor echoed through the corridor. Suddenly, she heard the sound of approaching footsteps and turned to see a man dressed in a crisp white shirt and well-ironed pants walking towards her, accompanied by another man who looked like he had just rolled out of bed. Olivia's eyes widened as she caught sight of Christopher Brooks, his piercing blue eyes and chiseled features leaving her breathless.Brooks walked to the end of the corridor, oblivious to her presence, and shuffled throu

As Olivia stepped out of a loan organization she visited, exhaustion washed over her like a wave. The weight of her brother's troubles threatened to crush her, and the daunting task of finding a way to save him seemed insurmountable. The kind of trouble he was in required a skilled lawyer, someone who could defend him and secure his freedom. And the only person she knew who possessed the expertise and tenacity to take on the case and win was Christopher Brooks.But he had turned her down, leaving her feeling defeated and lost. Olivia wondered if she should try meeting him again, but the prospect of securing another meeting seemed daunting. It might take time, and time was a luxury she couldn't afford. Maybe, just maybe, she could go through his friend who had been present during their meeting. He had seemed kind and genuinely interested in helping.Just as Olivia's thoughts were spiraling into despair, the heavy sound of thunderstorm disrupted her reverie. The sky grew dark, and the a

An uncomfortable silence filled the room, with Nathan sporting a wide smile and Olivia looking utterly shocked."He asked me to find a bride for him," Nathan said, his smile unwavering. "No better option than you, Miss Olivia." He paused, awaiting her response. "What's your answer?"Olivia's confusion got the better of her. "Why me?" she asked, her voice laced with skepticism. She wasn't from a wealthy family, nor was she the most beautiful woman in the country. What made her the best choice for Christopher?Nathan leaned forward, his expression serious. "It's a contract marriage, Miss Olivia. He needs a woman to claim his inheritance. You can help him secure it, and in return, he'll help fight your brother's case. It's a win-win situation." He gave her a moment to process the information before continuing. "As it's a contract marriage, you both have the right to set your own conditions. Anything you'd want in the marriage or even when you'd want to separate."Olivia's mind reeled as

Christopher's eyes narrowed into slits as he gazed at Olivia, Nathan's handpicked choice for him. He often wondered about the inner workings of his friend's mind, but this latest move left him baffled. What possessed Nathan to think pairing him with Olivia was a good idea? "Can I sit?" she asked, her voice tinged with a hint of uncertainty. Olivia's small, charming smile faltered for a moment as she awaited Christopher's response to her question, but Christopher's silence was deafening. He didn't respond, didn't even acknowledge her presence. Undeterred, Olivia took a seat across from him, her gaze wandering around the vast, empty space. The restaurant was enormous, with high ceilings and large windows that let in a flood of natural light. But despite its size, the room was eerily quiet, the only sound the soft hum of the air conditioning. Olivia's brow furrowed in confusion. Where were the other patrons? The bustling atmosphere? The clinking of dishes? Instead, there was only sil

Olivia stepped out of the car, her heels clicking against the ground as she headed inside. The driver gave her a polite nod before pulling away, leaving a trail of silence in his wake. She stepped inside, the door clicking shut behind her, sealing her in silence. The contrast to the tension-filled meeting with Christopher was jarring. No biting words. No cold eyes. Just stillness. She closed her eyes, drew a deep breath, and let the calmness wrap around her like a blanket. It was the only comfort she had. Eventually, fatigue overtook her thoughts, and she made her way to bed. Her body sank into the mattress, and before she could make sense of anything, sleep claimed her. Morning sunlight streamed through the thin curtains, warming her face and pulling her from a dreamless slumber. For a few seconds, she forgot. Forgot the deal. Forgot the signature waiting on a page. Forgot the name she’d soon carry that didn’t belong to her. Then it all came rushing back. Christopher had agreed,