Todos os capítulos de My contract marriage to the moviestar billionaire: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

*Silas*"Imagine a table in front of you. Now, take the last forty-eight hours of your life and lay them out on that table. Spread them out and take a good look at your work. It’s extraordinary, isn’t it? Each of you came here feeling lost and trapped by a narrative written by others. Yet, in just four days… yes, only four days… you have discovered a vision and begun to design a blueprint for a better self. And this is just the beginning."I look around at my group of students, their eyes wide with anticipation. I love how they follow my every move, nodding in agreement, eager to absorb the wisdom I share.I send them a proud smile, "From now on, when you look at your life and the people in it, things will appear different. The non-productive elements will fade into the background while new possibilities come into focus. But be prepared: as you begin to construct your new life, some people from your past may disagree with your vision. Just keep building and remember that IHM is always

*Nina*“You will be registered as Michael and Elizabeth Connors,” the very serious security officer explains as we walk toward the sleek private jet that will whisk us away to Italy. “The staff you meet upon arrival will be the same individuals who care for you every day. Any changes, and we will inform you promptly.”“How are we set up for the dummy room?” Silas asks, his voice steady. I can’t help but wonder if he’s more than just Elijah’s friend and life coach; he seems intricately involved in every aspect of this operation.The security officer turns his head to look at Silas. “Grant Elijahson.”“What exactly is a dummy room?” I glance at Elijah, who walks beside me with an air of calmness, as if this entire situation is completely normal… though I suppose for him, it is.“It’s an empty room registered under a fictitious name. Someone checks the guest register and sees the name Grant Elijahson…” He offers me a small, reassuring smile.I smile back, piecing it together. “And they’l

*Cassandra*“No, I get it, Silas,” I mumble to myself as I stride down the dimly lit hotel corridor towards the suite. “No, gotta go... Kathy, you’re such an idiot.” I know it’s a bad habit to vocalize my thoughts as I text, but sometimes it helps to hear the words out loud. “I said no... okay.”I push open the door to the suite and am met with the sight of two lovebirds cozying up over breakfast in matching bathrobes. “Morning, you two,” I say, trying to inject some cheer into the room.“Good morning,” Nina replies with a dozy smile that tells me Elijah has clearly kept her up half the night.“Morning! So, how was drinks with the film commission?” Elijah asks, his grin too smug for my liking.I roll my eyes. “I realized Italian men are kinda grabby.” Glancing at the calendar on my phone, I pivot the conversation. “So let’s talk about today...” My gaze lands on Elijah. “You, my dear, have press obligations to attend to.” I shift my attention to Nina. “And what do you want to do?”She

*Silas*“Actually, I don’t think she’s even seen the photo,” Cassandra says, her voice barely cutting through the cacophony of laughter and flashing lights sureounding her. “But if it bothered her, she’s past it now.”“It obviously bothered her. Him and Bianca.” I respond, my irritation simmering. “I told her to watch her facial expressions.”There’s a hint of annoyance in her tone. “We were blindsided, sweetheart. All of our jaws dropped when Bianca showed up.”“Yeah, but Nina needs to be able to keep it together for the camera,” I say, frustration bubbling. She should have known better than to let this happen.“It’s called bad luck, Silas,” she sighs. “And remember, we could be getting worse publicity.”I roll my eyes, even though she can’t see it. “I don’t give a damn about publicity, Cassandra. I care about having someone in Elijah’s life who doesn’t know how to follow instructions.”“It was just a moment, Silas. You’re overreacting,” my wife insists, her clearly patience wearing

*Nina*I’m certain I’m done for, but every fiber of my being screams for freedom. I struggle against the grip, hoping against hope that someone will hear me or pass by and scare him off.“Hey! HEY!” A voice booms, slicing through the chaos. The man lets go, his eyes darting towards the sound of the voice before he bolts. “Hey, get away from her!”In a heartbeat, Elijah is at my side, concern etched into his features. “Are you okay?”“Yeah.” Relief floods through me, but it’s quickly overshadowed by dread as I watch him sprint after the fleeing figure. “Elijah... let him go. Just let him go!”I rush after him, my heart pounding in my chest as he halts on a narrow bridge, the moonlight casting eerie shadows around us. “Elijah!”He turns, breathless, panic swirling in his eyes. “What did he do to you?”“I’m... I’m okay.” I’m struggling to catch my breath, still reeling from the adrenaline coursing through my veins.“No, he was all over you! You can’t just claim you’re okay.” His voice tr