All Chapters of The Billionaire contract Bride : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Dominic POV: ---The car's gentle hum wrapped around me, yet my mind was anything but tranquil.I gazed out the window, not really taking in the trees rushing by, just blurs of color and a sense of motion, a feeling of distance.Distance from her.From Lena.Even when we were under the same roof, I could feel her drifting away, layer by layer, moment by moment.And the hardest part?I couldn’t hold it against her.---The private clinic was hidden away in the hills, without any signs or onlookers. Everything felt coded and discreet, just the way I preferred it.The nurse at the front desk greeted me with a stiff smile as I walked in.“Mr. Knight,” she said. “She’s awake. You can head right in.”I nodded in acknowledgment but didn’t say anything; my throat felt tighter than I anticipated.Why was I so uneasy?She wasn’t my sister.She didn’t belong to me.She was Lena’s.Yet, I had cared for her for years. I signed the papers, covered the bills, and spent countless hours in waiting ro

**Lena POV:* The mansion felt unusually quiet that morning.Not the calm kind of quiet, though. No, this stillness had an unsettling quality that made the hair on my arms stand on end, a clear sign that something was off.I shuffled towards the window, dragging my blanket along. The sky was a dull gray, as if it were contemplating a downpour but hadn’t yet decided. I pressed my palm against the icy glass.My breath fogged up the window.It struck me as lonely.A faint sound broke my reverie, but it wasn’t a knock.It was softer, a shuffle or a slip.I turned just in time to see a corner of white disappearing beneath my door.I blinked.For a moment, I froze. Then, cautiously, I made my way over, my bare feet cool against the marble floor.The note was unadorned, folded twice. My name was written in thick black ink across the front: *Lena.*There was no seal, no familiar handwriting. I flipped it over once, then a second time.Finally, I opened it.> “He didn’t just hide your sister.

Dominic POV: I hadn’t been here in ages.The orchard felt smaller than I remembered, but it was definitely more overgrown, wild, as if it had given up on anyone visiting. The grass towered around me, and the dirt path was nearly swallowed by weeds and tangled branches. Some of the trees had grown crooked, leaning in odd ways as if they were weary of standing tall.I paused, soaking it all in.This place used to be stunning. I used to come here with Mira, and Emma joined us once or twice when she was still able to walk around. Back then, it was serene and peaceful, the kind of quiet that didn’t seem ominous.Now, it felt like a place that had been forgotten.Just like I had.I took a cautious step forward, my boots crunching on the dry leaves. The wind nudged a broken swing, making it creak softly as it swayed back and forth. I remembered Mira tying that rope herself. She had climbed up the tree and called down to me to hold it steady, laughing as if the heights didn’t scare her one b

Cane POV:Tone: Menacing, obsessive, possessive---I sat on the edge of the motel bed, my gaze fixed on my phone. The air in the room was thick with the smell of dust and cheap bleach, and the curtains hung askew, letting in slivers of light. I hadn’t eaten all day, but it didn’t bother me.A video popped up on my screen, sent by someone without a word of explanation. I pressed play.It was Dominic and Lena, and they were outside in a garden. She walked alongside him, moving slowly. He had his jacket slung over one arm, and he leaned in to say something. She didn’t smile, nor did she pull away.She looked worn out, while he appeared self-satisfied.There was a look in his eyes that said he felt a sense of ownership over her.I gritted my teeth and stopped the video.I replayed it.The same expressions, the same quiet exchange, the same uncomfortable space between them. She wasn't resisting; she wasn't shouting. She was merely... present.I watched it a third time.By the end, my res

Lena POV: ---I sat on the edge of the bed, still dressed in the same clothes from the day before. The morning had dragged on with little to do, just me staring at the walls and glancing at the open nursery door across the hall. The lullaby record had stopped playing ages ago, yet the silence felt like a lingering echo.A soft knock interrupted the stillness. I didn’t bother to respond, but Dominic entered anyway.He looked sharp in his suit, as always, but his face bore a weariness that was new. He paused by the door for a moment before speaking.“I brought someone for you,” he said.I blinked slowly, trying to process. “Who?”“A doctor. A private one, just for you and the baby.”My chest squeezed tight. “I didn’t ask for that.”“I understand,” he said, his tone steady. “But I needed to make sure.”“Sure of what?” I pressed.He didn’t reply; instead, he stepped aside to let a middle-aged woman enter. She was well-dressed, without a lab coat, just carrying a leather bag. She had an a