All Chapters of My contract marriage to the moviestar billionaire: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

*Silas*"His sister must have been the one depositing the checks. It took me five minutes to trace the trail back to the hospital," I say, showing Cassandra the photos my contact took of Elijah meeting with his sister. Each image reveals a piece of the mystery that has been hovering over us."So, we now know what's been bothering him lately," my wife observes, peering over my shoulder with a mix of curiosity and concern. "The question is, what's truly bothering you? Is it the fact that he's doing this at all, or that he didn't confide in you?"I get up and move to the couch, feeling the weight of the situation settle over me. "Both," I admit, running a hand through my hair in frustration. "We have an agreement with these people. We've worked so hard to distance him from that life and create a better narrative for him.""His father is dying," she replies gently, her eyes searching mine, silently challenging my stance. "You can't dictate how he processes that.""I know," I sigh, feeling

*Elijah*“Come on, Liam... say it,” I coax, deepening my voice for effect. “If I say it, is it going to change anything? They think you're too far gone to stop me.” I pause, contemplating, then turn to my assistant, Lucas. “No, no, no... don't write that down.”“Too late, it's already in,” he replies, making me sigh. He looks up and adds, “Honestly, that was really good.”I study him, sensing only sincerity. “Really? Okay, keep it then. Next line: Zev crosses over to the wall, thinking...”Lucas's phone sounds an alarm, interrupting our exchange. He glances at it and says, “Someone's at the driveway gate. Do you want me to handle it?”“No, it's probably Nina. She must have left the party early,” I say, starting to mumble lines to myself. My thoughts linger on her, and I'm glad she chose to come back here. I miss her, and maybe she can actually help me.Lucas vanishes to let her in, and I start scribbling notes for revisions. Shortly after he calls for me but I only manage two steps to

*Elijah*I walk into the hospital room and see the old man lying in the bed. His finger repeatedly presses the button for the morphine pump."So, you decided to come and see the old man off," he says in a frail voice. "Look, I know I made mistakes. I wasn't much of a role model, but I did the best I could… I did my best… You need to know that, son." His hand reaches out to me.I take out a check and place it on his chest, deliberately ignoring his outstretched hand. "This is the last one," I say. “Bye… dad.”I turn and walk out, adjusting my cap, feeling as though I've finally let go of my past.On set:I cock the gun and point it at his face. "Do it. Do you really think that if I'm gone it's all over?" He laughs. "That you're done?""No, Liam, I don't." I pretend to shoot him, watching as he struggles and then tumbles to the ground. "But I gotta start somewhere.""And cut! That's the cut," Andres calls out, rising from his chair. "Fantastic. Brilliant. We were riveted back there." He

*Nina*“Kate... it’s not your fault,” Owen says, taking my hand. It’s our last rehearsal.“How? I helped raise a monster... a killer.” I pull my hand from him. “But I still see him as my baby brother... I still see him crying when I left for work... he is the one who taught me what love is... he taught me, and now he has taken it away.”We both stop and look at Nate in the stands, waiting for some kind of response. One of the others starts clapping, but Nate holds up his hand, stopping her.“Oh, you hated it.” I feel myself kind of deflate.Nate gets up, walking towards the stage. “No, no... it was fantastic... but... it’s just...”“Thanks, I feel good about it,” Owen says with a big smile, as always not really getting it.“You are missing something... right?” I think I know what Nate means.He nods. “Something... yeah.”“Like... longing?” I suggest.“Longing...” Nate lifts his head, looking at me. “Jesus Christ, get out of my head.”I grin at him. “Nope, I like it there.”“Okay... le

*Nina*"Lena, let Owen’s line breathe at the top of scene nine, and Owen, if you don't come out hot at the start of the act, we are doomed. Do some push-ups before you go on," Nate is giving the final instructions. “get yourself warm and ready.”Owen looks up, slightly confused. "I already do that.""Well, do more, or less, or whatever works, okay?" Nate looks in his notes again. "That’s all I got. Go get some rest people. I’ll see you tomorrow, be ready everyone."I feel kinda lost here, so I wait for the others to leave and then ask, "No notes for me at all? Nothing to improve?""You are a complete disaster. I don’t know where to begin." He just scrambles around with his papers."Are you okay? What’s the matter?" I ask, slipping my bag over my shoulder. “You seem… off.”"Fifteen more," he says softly. "That’s it."I walk closer, wondering what is going on. "What are you talking about?""The number of times left I am going to see you," he turns, looking at me with the most lost expre