All Chapters of Contracted To The Cold Billionaire Lawyer : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

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Losing His Mind

Olivia approached them with grace. Her smile was composed, sweet, but with just the right amount of sharpness. She stopped a few inches away, close enough for her perfume to linger in the air around them, floral and faintly intoxicating. “Good morning, Mr. Christopher,” she said first, her tone polite, eyes resting on him for a second longer than necessary. Christopher’s gaze snapped to her face, his mouth parting slightly as if caught off guard. He blinked, struggling to find his voice. Then, turning to Nathan, Olivia nodded, “Good morning, Nathan.” Nathan smirked, tilting his head as he looked at her. His eyes moved slowly from her face to her legs and back up. He gave a small nod, clearly impressed. “Well, damn. Morning, Mrs. Brooks.” Christopher coughed and looked away abruptly, trying to mask his reaction with a sip from the glass in his hand. But his grip had tightened. His pulse drummed loud and fast in his ears. What the hell was wrong with him? No, he knew exactly

Last Updated : 2025-05-18

A Wife's Defense

“Is it true he forced you into marriage?” “Did Mr. Brooks ever assault you?” “Mrs. Brooks, are you here under pressure to defend him?” The barrage of questions rained down like bullets. Flashes from the cameras lit her face, momentarily blinding her. Olivia flinched but caught herself quickly. She straightened her back, clenched her hands by her sides, and kept walking. Nathan stayed close, his hand firm and steady on her lower back. On her other side, Christopher walked in silence. He didn’t say a word, but his proximity offered a strange sort of shield. With both men flanking her, Olivia lifted her chin. Eyes forward. There was no turning back now. The doors to the building opened, and Olivia was the first to step through, Nathan just behind her. Christopher followed, his posture stiff, like he was walking into a war zone. His jaw was clenched, his eyes cold. Anyone looking at him could see he was nervous. And rightly so, today could change everything. The hallway buzzed wi

Last Updated : 2025-05-19

Guilt

Paul scratched his head, clearly lost for words. “I suppose… you’ve cleared any doubts, haven’t you?” he muttered, his tone half defeated. Olivia looked at him directly. “That means you have no more questions, right?” Paul sighed and pressed his lips into a thin line. He couldn’t argue anymore. Her answers had been sharp, and that kiss? That had silenced even the loudest voices. Whether she was being forced or not, she had just convinced the world that she wasn’t. He closed his eyes briefly, pinching the space between his brows. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. The person who had sent him to take Christopher Brooks down would not be pleased. He had failed. And it was all because of this woman—Olivia. She had stood her ground like a shield, calm and unshaken, and now he was the one looking like a fool. Lifting the mic, he spoke with a loud, almost forced voice. “Mrs. Olivia Brooks has given us her word that there is no abuse, no coercion, and no misconduct involved.

Last Updated : 2025-05-20

Belongs To You

So much had happened lately that Olivia had almost forgotten about the shadow lurking behind it all—the mysterious figure who had once slipped a note into her locker, blackmailed Mrs. Kimberly, and somehow played a role in her brother’s wrongful arrest. But now… the black rose again. A symbol of warning and death. Her stomach twisted. Whoever this was, they weren’t done with her. To the best of her knowledge, black roses never meant anything good. She had too many questions, and none of the answers. And something told her that not even Christopher could help her with this. Still, she had to try. Better to speak up than stay quiet. Her fingers trembled as she typed out a single message. 'Who are you?' Five long minutes passed. Not a single response. Just silence thick enough to suffocate her. That was it. No more games. If this person wanted to rattle her, she wouldn’t give them the satisfaction. She snatched her phone and left the room in a rush. If Nathan was still

Last Updated : 2025-05-21

First Move

Olivia burst into her room, her chest tight with emotion. The moment the door clicked shut behind her, she leaned against it, struggling to catch her breath. Her legs felt weak, but she managed to walk to the bed and sit down slowly, her heart pounding. Was this real? Her old workplace—hers? She buried her face in her hands, overwhelmed. Just days ago, she was thrown out of her job, discarded like she meant nothing. And now… that very same place, was being handed to her. Not as an employee, but as the owner. By Christopher. Why? He didn’t owe her anything. He’d already bought her expensive items. This felt too big… too much. She lifted her head and wiped her cheeks with her sleeve, realizing tears had escaped without her knowing. A small laugh bubbled from her throat. She thought back to the moment at dinner when she couldn’t even thank him properly. She’d almost apologized, thinking he was about to scold her about the kiss. But instead, he thanked her. And now… this

Last Updated : 2025-05-22

Arrival

Sophia and Racheal traveled together in the same car, both dressed elegantly for the annual Brooks family gathering. The mansion they were heading to was deep in the heart of the city, an old but grand estate passed down through generations. Although the event was strictly for immediate family, Racheal had always been an exception. She’d been Sophia’s closest friend since they were kids, practically raised alongside her. Meanwhile, in the second car, Olivia sat quietly beside Christopher. The silence between them was deafening. Christopher hadn’t said much during the ride, and Olivia didn’t want to push him. He seemed calm, almost too calm. One hand rested on his lap, the other on the door. She shifted slightly in her seat, sneaking a glance at him. His eyes were closed now, like he was either resting or pretending to sleep. Either way, he wasn’t in the mood for conversation. She looked away. This was one of the longest times she’d ever spent in such close proximity with him

Last Updated : 2025-05-24

Not Tonight

As Christopher turned the key and opened the door, Olivia followed him in. The room smelled faintly of polished wood and fresh linen.. cleaned in advance, no doubt. It wasn’t large, but it wasn’t small either. A single bed sat neatly in the middle, the sheets tucked perfectly, the corners sharp. Her gaze swept around. It was simple, almost too simple. Dark walls, minimal décor, not a single touch of warmth. The furniture was old but expensive. Masculine. Cold. It felt like a room meant for someone who didn’t care much for comfort. It gave her goosebumps. She stared at the bed for a moment longer, her thoughts betraying her. Were they really going to share that bed? Christopher’s deep voice cut into her thoughts. “Familiarize yourself with the room,” he said, turning to her. “The servants will be here soon to help with the bags. For now, I need to see my grandmother.” She nodded once, but couldn’t stop herself from asking, “How many people will be here?” He glanced at her

Last Updated : 2025-05-25

Wave Of Loneliness

An hour passed, and Christopher still hadn’t returned. Olivia tried to keep herself busy, hoping to distract the nerves building inside her. She chose one of the dresses she’d brought, a red sleeveless gown that stopped just above her knees. Simple, elegant, and bold enough to make a statement without drawing too much attention. She brushed her hair out, letting it fall freely over her shoulders. Her fingers trembled slightly as she applied her lipstick, but she managed to keep her hand steady. Just as she finished, the door creaked open behind her. Christopher stepped into the room. His gaze flickered to her, lingering for a brief second. "Already dressed?" he asked casually, walking toward her. "I forgot to tell you about the evening party. It’s tradition." Olivia nodded. "I know. Diane mentioned it when I met her earlier. She seemed… kind." He pressed his lips into a thin line, his expression stoic. "She is," he replied shortly. "I’ll go get ready. Just wait here."

Last Updated : 2025-05-26

Spiked Drink

The room fell silent, so quiet that Olivia could hear her own heartbeat pounding in her ears. Every pair of eyes had turned to her. She stood at the center, frozen under the weight of their attention. Her palms grew clammy, and her legs felt like they might give way at any second. She tried to breathe, but her chest tightened. "Why are you still standing?" a cold voice snapped. It came from the woman beside the grandmother. "You were told to leave." Olivia took a shaky step back, her instincts screaming at her to run, but then she felt a hand slip into hers. Christopher. She turned, eyes wide, and found him standing beside her, holding her hand tightly. His jaw was tense, his eyes locked on his grandmother. “She’s part of this family, for now,” he said calmly, though Olivia could hear the strain in his voice. “She won’t be—” “Leave too, Christopher,” the grandmother interrupted, her voice as sharp as a blade. A collective gasp filled the hall. The tension thickene

Last Updated : 2025-05-27

The Wrong Man

After they shared bits and pieces of their pasts, silence settled between them. Not the awkward kind, but the kind that spoke louder than words. They both sat there, lost in thought, when Christopher felt something soft fall against him. He looked down. It was Olivia. She had fallen asleep, her head gently resting on his lap. His entire body froze for a moment. His breath hitched. Her long lashes touched her cheeks, her lips slightly parted as she breathed steadily, and a loose strand of hair fell over her face. She looked... peaceful. Soft. Innocent. Completely unaware of the chaos she was stirring inside him. Christopher had never felt this before, not for anyone. He swallowed hard, unsure what to do. His gaze moved to her lips. They were pink. Full. Tempting. And God, the way they parted with each quiet breath.. it was enough to drive a man mad. He tore his eyes away, looking up at the sky as if it could help him gain control of his thoughts. But it didn’t.

Last Updated : 2025-05-28

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