All Chapters of The Contracted Alliance; Accidental Marriage : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Niina Willis POVNina Willis communicated effortlessly in the language of power. From Tokyo's boardrooms to grand evenings in Monte Carlo, she had strolled beside royalty and murmured in the ears of billionaires. Her image was that of grace enveloped in flames—a woman who never yielded, never faltered, and never, ever experienced love. And still… here she stood, on the balcony of the Stanford estate, her heart pounding for a man who had previously loved another. Zack Grayson. It was not solely his strength that fascinated her. No—she had encountered men wealthier, more aloof, more cutting. However, Zack possessed something they lacked. An injury he attempted to conceal. A commitment he carried like armor. A flame he was unaware he still possessed. Nina rested against the stone barrier, feeling the evening wind softly pull at her hair. The city lights faded into the twilight haze. Deep down, melodies continued to resonate, yet since that dance, her reality had fallen silent. Zack

Charles POVI always doubted the idea of second chances. In my realm of corporate battles and secret agreements, you either succeed or fade away. Yet this evening, as Kara took my hand beside the lake, something shattered within me. The steel barriers, the refined aloofness I had carried like protection for years, shattered. She was allowing me to enter once more. That one gesture, fingers shaking and eyes cautious, conveyed more than any written agreement ever would. The following evening, I found myself in front of her brownstone, holding a bottle of wine in one hand, with a nervous feeling churning in my stomach. Not due to a fear of rejection. However, I was unwilling to let her down. Once more. She opened the door dressed in jeans and a black tank top, hair down and wet, without shoes. Not armored. “You're ahead of schedule,” she remarked with a gentle smile. "You're stunning." Her cheeks flushed a bit, yet she didn’t conceal it. "Enter." I trailed behind her in the cozy

KARINA'S POVThe day stretched out, the type that stuck to your skin and murmured truths you preferred to ignore. Karina positioned herself by the French windows of the Stanford estate, gazing out at the shadowy horizon. The distant city's lights flickered like quiet observers of a life she couldn't identify anymore. So much had transformed, Leena’s comeback, the unveiling of Ethan, the disclosure of past secrets, and still, here she was, breath held tight. The silk of her nightgown gently caressed her thighs while she folded her arms, holding herself as if it could quell the turmoil within. The estate had become silent, nearly unnaturally so, since the clash two days prior between Charles and Ethan. Words were spoken that couldn't be retracted. Revealed truths that dismantled their carefully constructed fabrications. She was not astonished that Leena ultimately picked Ethan. Love like that didn’t diminish; it burned intensely. Yet, Karina had nurtured a hidden passion for Charles f

Nathaniel's POVThe city’s lights faded beneath the darkened windows of the black Jaguar. Nathaniel was in the backseat, teeth clenched, fingers tapping on the armrest. The journey from the Davis estate to the Grayson Holdings penthouse wasn't lengthy, yet his thoughts elongated each moment as if it were an eternity. He had devoted the last several days engaged in strategy discussions, managing crises, and hushed talks with his legal advisors. Yet none of that had been as draining as the quiet battle occurring in his heart. Leena. He had hardly seen her since the charity gala, the one where Ethan arrived with that arrogant confidence and put a hand around Leena’s waist as if he had any claim. Nathaniel could still sense the electric tension that existed between them. She didn't say much, but her eyes, oh, those eyes were a whirlwind of guilt, desire, and something more profound… perhaps fear? "Sir, we have reached our destination." The driver’s voice drew him out of the turmoil i

Niina s POVThe night air was heavy with New York's sweltering summer warmth, yet within the Grayson estate, the strain between Niina and Cleff was what rendered the room genuinely oppressive. Niina rested against the glass balcony door, her silk gown hugging her figure, recently attired for the gala Charles had planned, an event intended to showcase solidarity among the elite families. However, for her, this evening was a war zone. On the other side of the room, Cleff fixed his cufflinks with a precision that stemmed either from military discipline or a tendency to conceal feelings through order. "You’re steering clear of me," he finally said, his tone calm and steady, shattering the quiet like a gunshot. Niina remained facing away. "You’re seeing things." "Negative." I am not. He moved nearer, the soft sound of his feet on the marble floor revealing nothing of the turmoil hidden beneath his crisp suit. "Since the Stanford meeting, you’ve been distant." Far away. “I believed we