All Chapters of The CEO'S Contract Husband: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Dennis’s povI picked at a buttered piece of toast that might as well have been cardboard. It wasn’t the food—Alex had a private chef, for God’s sake. It was everything else that bothered me.I looked at him sitting across from me as he was glued to his phone. I didn’t know what he was reading but I stayed still and went on feeling the heavy tension between us.That kiss.Just, that damn kiss. We hadn’t spoken about it. Not last night, not this morning, not now. It just… happened. We couldn’t say anything to each other and the silence was killing me.I decided to break the silence.

“So… your mom’s not here.”He nodded slowly, finally looking up from his phone. “Yeah. She won’t be bothering us for the time being you know.”I nodded and played around with my food before pushing the plate aside and looking at him.“Then there’s no need for me to be here.”Alex’s face changed in an instant. “What?” he said, shooting forward in his chair. “What the devil are you talking about?”“I mean

Alex’s povDennis looked at the window and then the tv.“So… what do we do now?” He asked. “We can’t just hide here forever. We need to come up with a plan.”“We fix it by controlling the narrative,” I said finally, voice low. “If people want to believe we’re a couple—fine. Let’s give them a show. Public appearances, holding hands, smiling for the cameras. Let’s lean into it.”Dennis blinked. “You want us to pretend to be an actual couple? In public?”“We’re already married, Dennis. They are saying bad things about us. All we need to do is make them believe that yes we are married but instead of leaving them without a story we make up one of our own. We need them to believe that we are truly with each other. I can’t stand the insults you and I receive.”He nodded. “Fine. But no kissing in public. I have a reputation to uphold.”I scoffed. “Look who’s talking.”He rolled his eyes and stood up. “Tell me what to wear. I’m not going to one of your events looking like a broke intern.”Well

Dennis’s povSoon I got home and I entered to arrange my things with the chauffeur helping me.“Thank you,” I said as he nodded and left.The place was cold and dusty. But walking in felt… weird. Like I was cheating on someone.I unpacked slowly, tried not to think too much. But my phone kept pinging.It was Alex. “Are you ok?” His message entered as I smiled and went back to what I was doing. He did care.Then ten minutes later—“Do you need anything from here?” He was really concerned.I picked up the phone to text him back.“I’m okay,” I texted.“Are you coming back before the gala next Friday?”I read it.“For real?” I asked.He replied in two seconds.“Yes. You show up to the house then we’ll go together.”“What about the other party we should go for?”“Leave it. It doesn’t matter.”I sighed and nodded. “Fine. I’ll be ready. But is this going to be our new life?”“It won’t,” he sighed before cutting the call.I went about my day unpacking before I went to bed.The next day howe

Dennis’s pov“No. No. That’s not what I mean,” he said quickly, desperate. “I didn’t marry you to avoid her. I married you for other reasons.”I looked down at my hands."This is a business thing," I said. "It’s media. We’re on the same page."Alex looked as if he were trying to locate something, possibly behind his teeth, maybe words. “Dennis,” he said at last, “I’m sorry. I should’ve done it different. I should’ve… I should’ve just left you out of this. But I didn’t think about Sophia at all. I totally forgot she existed in my life.”I stood up, needing space all of a sudden. “Well, she did.”He studied me; guilt heavy on his lids.“She said she’s going to expose you,” I said. “To expose us.”“I know.” “Do you mind?”He hesitated and then whispered, “No, but this is going to be dangerous for you and me.”The room had gotten heavy. It was as if everything in it had sunk into the floor."I need some air," I said under my breath.“Dennis—”“I’m not fuckin’ leavin’,” I called, without

Dennis’s pov“Please we don’t have time;” Alex said as I sighed and looked at the glass with the bubbles in the drink.“What do you think?” His voice had dropped. It wasn’t so urgent now. “Have you thought about it?”I kept silent for a while before looking around “I have my mom to think about,” I finally said. My voice was tight.Alex’s jaw opened, then shut again. He glanced down at his cup and back up. “I know.”“She’s really sick,” i said. “She won’t get any better if all I’m doing is ignoring her to come live with you. I’m all she has.”“I can make her treatment even faster. I have the money. Just tell me what you need.”“It’s not that simple.”“I told you I will make sure she is okay,” he repeated, a little too quickly. “I promised you that. Financially. Medically. Anything you want. I’ll fly her out if you want. Fly in the best doctors if you want.”I could hear the desperation in his voice. He really wanted this to work.“Seriously?” I asked, my voice lower.He nodded. “Yeah.