All Chapters of My contracted wife: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The extraction team arrived in under ten minutes.Silent. Armed. Efficient.Black SUVs cut through the trees like phantoms, their lights dimmed, their presence announced only by the synchronized movement of shadows. George kept Luna close, one arm firmly around her, as the team flanked the forest in tactical formation. No shots fired. No confrontation.But when they reached the road, Sebastian was already gone.All that remained was the dented car, glass scattered across the asphalt like fallen stars, and the echo of something unspoken hanging in the air.George’s security captain, a tall woman with piercing dark eyes named Adira, approached him as Luna was led into the lead vehicle.“We searched the perimeter. Whoever was out here, they knew what they were doing. Military precision. No prints. No tracks.”George didn’t respond immediately.His face was unreadable, but his jaw clenched once. Hard.“I want every nearby CCTV feed,” he said quietly. “Street cams. Traffic lights. Satellit

NOTE: My sincere apologies, due to time limit I will be doing the editing later, thank you from chapter 41The extraction team arrived in under ten minutes.Silent. Armed. Efficient.Black SUVs cut through the trees like phantoms, their lights dimmed, their presence announced only by the synchronized movement of shadows. George kept Luna close, one arm firmly around her, as the team flanked the forest in tactical formation. No shots fired. No confrontation.But when they reached the road, Sebastian was already gone.All that remained was the dented car, glass scattered across the asphalt like fallen stars, and the echo of something unspoken hanging in the air.George’s security captain, a tall woman with piercing dark eyes named Adira, approached him as Luna was led into the lead vehicle.“We searched the perimeter. Whoever was out here, they knew what they were doing. Military precision. No prints. No tracks.”George didn’t respond immediately.His face was unreadable, but his jaw cl

Luna sank deeper into her thoughts as she clutched her phone. The recent two days felt like a lifetime. She fought against the urge to reach for it again, the itch to check for updates about Sebastian tugging at her resolve. Instead, she chose to focus on the silence of the mansion, the solitude that had become both a refuge and a prison since she had isolated herself from the world.The calm of the mansion, with the sunlight filtering through the sheer curtains, contrasted sharply with the chaos swirling within her mind. Memories of her marriage to Sebastian, the love she once felt, and the painful betrayal that followed replayed like a broken record. She had thought she moved past it all, but seeing him at the gala had unearthed a slew of emotions she wasn’t ready to confront. It was as if her heart and mind were still caught in the tremors of that fateful night.She leapt from the couch and wandered into the kitchen, where the aroma of coffee lingered in the air. She hasn't been n

Chapter Twenty-One: Clean CutsGeorge had made sure the meeting with Mr. Thompson would be held today.He rose early, as always, his routine precise and unbothered. The sunlight barely filtered through the blinds when he stepped out of the bathroom, freshly groomed and dressed in his signature charcoal suit. Yet, as he descended the grand staircase of the mansion, there was no sign of Luna.Again.She was avoiding him no question about it.Ever since he’d offered to help with whatever silent storm she had been battling, she had kept her distance, shrouding herself in polite silence and cold walls. He couldn’t blame her entirely. Vulnerability didn’t come easy, not for people like them. And though he saw her as a strong woman, someone who didn’t break easily, something in her had cracked.Still, helping her wasn’t a priority right now. Not when his own demons were clawing at his door.He walked into the dining room, grabbed the cup of coffee already set at the head of the table by one

The mansion was silent again too silent. The kind of silence that made George’s thoughts louder, more accusing.He stood by the tall windows of his study, phone in hand, screen dark. No new messages. No missed calls. His father still hadn’t returned his call, and that fact bothered him more than he wanted to admit. It wasn’t like the old man to ignore him. As strained as their relationship was, there had always been a rigid pattern of power and response between them, one that was disturbingly absent now.George clenched his jaw and let the phone drop onto the table with a soft thud. His mind shifted again to Emily.The divorce.He had buried it beneath layers of distraction, pretending the delay didn’t gnaw at the edge of his sanity. But it did. It was a thread constantly tugging at him. He hadn’t filed the papers yet. He hadn’t told her either. In truth, he didn’t know if his father was purposely stalling out of time because he was sure Mr Thompson must have contacted his father aft