CHASING HIS CONTRACT WIFE のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

*SOPHIA’S POV*It was late in the evening now, and my staff had clocked out from work and headed home. I was about to wrap up what I was doing and head home when my phone vibrated and rang on the table where I had placed it. I dropped the pen I was using to write and picked up my phone, and saw it was a call from Ken, and that was quite unusual.***********************************************************There he was, completely enraged and taking out his anger through every punch that landed on the sandbag in the gym. The white bandage Bran wrapped around his hand and fingers was already getting a little bit bloodied from the excessive punching. His entire face, upper body, and hair were covered with sweat as they trickled down with every movement, as he kept punching and punching nonstop.********************************************************************SOPHIA’S POV*I ran towards the entrance of the private gym, as I was already worried when I received a call from Ken.I met

“You want Bran and everything else that Sophia has, right?” Jenny asked, a mischievous smile on her lips.“Well, yes…..Bran was mine to begin with, and my father's company is rightfully mine, so yes, I want them all,” Henna responded, her expression a little bit mixed.“And who else do you think wants the same thing you want?” Henna inquired.Henna pondered on that question as she thought of who could possibly want Bran and everything Sophia has.“But who could possibly want Bran and everything that Sophia has?” Henna asked after a while of pondering. “No, no, I didn't mean want the same thing you want in that sense, I meant who shares similar interests with you,” Jenny explained, and in that instant, Henna understood. “You mean Sophia’s friend? The one the news claimed loved Sophia?……what is his name again?” Henna asked as she rubbed her temple with her hands as though that would magically make her remember his name.“I think his name starts with the letter L. I saw the news, but I

*SOPHIA’S POV* The door to the studio opened and the photographer stumbled in with his camera and other equipment. “I am so sorry…..there was a lot of traffic,” he said. “Can you please just get to work? The babies might start getting fussy and cry” I gently said to the photographer. “Of course,” he said. The photographer started mounting his equipment while the mothers began to prep their babies for their shoots. “Okay, can you please adjust the baby’s back so that it rests more on the pillow?” the photographer asked Tessa. “Oh okay,” Tessa responded and did as she was told. “Okay okay…..that’s good,” he said and took a couple of shots with his camera while I stood at the back and watched every pose and shot. The shoot was almost coming to an end but the last baby started crying. Tessa tried to console the baby so that the shoot could go on and end on time but the baby wasn’t having any of her words. “Where is his mother?” I approached Tessa and whispered. “She said sh

BRAN’S POV*Weeks passed, and the day of the new city hall bidding was here. My team and I had worked our asses off for the past weeks in hopes of getting a fitting result. The air in the hall was thick with anticipation and nervous energy. I adjusted the edges of my suit jacket, my heart beating a steady rhythm against my ribs. Months of relentless work, countless late nights fueled by coffee and determination, this was the moment: the New City Hall bidding competition. Pierre, Sophia and my team, small, made up of discarded heads of departments but fiercely dedicated, sat behind me, their faces expressed tension and hope.Across the aisle, a familiar face caught my eye. Tom, well dressed as always, gave off an unsettling smile. Tom’s project name was “Apex Innovations”, while my project name was “Veridian Designs”.The head judge, Mayor Thompson, cleared her throat, and silence fell over the room.“Welcome, esteemed colleagues and citizens, to the final stage of the New City Hall

*SOPHIA’S POV*“While carrying out a series of tests on you. This tested positive,” the doctor said.I read through the document, now in my hand.“I—I am…..pregnant?” I stuttered, my gaze away from the document in my hand, and now fixated on the doctor, my eyes searched for an answer. “Yes, Mrs Garner, you are four weeks pregnant… thankfully, you were brought to the hospital today and I was able to figure out the complications you've had from the abortion six years ago,” the doctor said.“Is—is it safe?” I asked, my lips trembling and tears building up in my eyes as I tried to stop them. “I wouldn't say it is completely safe, and I wouldn't say it's not completely safe…….I can see that you are married, why don't I invite your husband in and we can talk about the pros and cons of the pregnancy?” the doctor suggested.“No….he is not my husband, he's just—just a friend,” I quickly said.“Oh, I am sorry, I assumed wrongly…..why don't you come with your husband for your next appointment,