Semua Bab The Billionaire's Contract Wife : Bab 131 - Bab 140

The boardroom was silent before the storm arrived.Jordan and Grace entered together, a united front, each step a declaration that they would not be intimidated, not even by Calder Hayes himself. Cameras were barred, witnesses controlled, but the air was charged. Every eye in the room knew that the past week had already reshaped the rules of engagement.Calder sat at the head of the table, perfectly poised, his presence still commanding, though the cracks in his facade were now faintly visible. The board members shuffled nervously, papers trembling in their hands. Even seasoned executives, accustomed to the unyielding grip of the Hayes family, felt the tension pressing on their chests.Jordan’s jaw was set. Grace walked by his side with the kind of quiet strength that made onlookers uncomfortable—this was no longer the woman who had hesitated at Calder’s invitation. She was fully aware of the stakes and unafraid.“You’ve all seen the evidence,” Calder began, his voice smooth, controll

The morning sun spilled across the penthouse, painting the walls gold. Grace stood at the window, fingers lightly tracing the glass as she watched the city stir awake. The chaos of the past weeks felt distant here, almost unreal, replaced by a rare, fragile calm.Jordan came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. She leaned back into him, resting her head against his chest. “It’s quiet,” she murmured. “Too quiet, almost.”He chuckled softly, the sound carrying warmth. “It’s not empty. It’s new,” he said. “We finally get to define what comes next—without threats, without fear, without anyone else writing our story for us.”Grace tilted her head to meet his gaze. “Do you really think it’s possible? To just… start over?”Jordan’s hand brushed a strand of hair from her face. “With you? Anything is possible. We’ve survived storms together that could have broken anyone else.” His thumb lingered against her cheek. “This time, we do it on our terms.”The room felt suddenly intimat

The penthouse felt alive in a way it hadn’t for months. Light spilled through the wide windows, reflecting off the polished floors, dancing across the furniture that had once felt cold and impersonal. Now, with Jordan and Grace moving through the space together, it felt like a home—not just a building.Grace carried a stack of papers, blueprints, and ideas she had been quietly jotting down for weeks. Each one was a plan, a vision of what their life could be now that the shadows of Calder Hayes had receded. Jordan followed, hands tucked into his pockets, occasionally leaning over to point out details or offer a suggestion, their movements in sync without effort.“This corner could be a reading nook,” Grace said, setting a design on the coffee table. “You know, cozy chairs, floor-to-ceiling shelves, maybe even a small fireplace.”Jordan grinned, imagining it. “You really think we could pull that off?” he asked.Grace met his gaze, eyes sparkling. “We’ve survived worse. I think a few cha

The first light of dawn filtered gently through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold and amber hues. Grace stirred beneath the warm weight of Jordan’s arm draped protectively across her waist. For a moment, she let herself linger in the quiet intimacy of the morning, the lingering warmth of the night before still thrumming through her veins.Jordan’s breathing was steady, but the faint smile on his lips betrayed a tenderness she hadn’t seen before—a mix of contentment and awe, as if he, too, couldn’t believe the peacefulness they had finally found. Grace tilted her head, meeting his gaze, and felt an unfamiliar serenity settle in her chest.“Morning,” she whispered, her voice husky from sleep.“Morning,” he replied, eyes still half-lidded, soft with affection. His fingers traced idle patterns along her arm, careful, deliberate, as though afraid that any sudden movement might shatter the fragile moment.Grace shifted slightly, resting her head against his chest. “Last night… I

The golden light of the evening filtered through the penthouse windows, casting long shadows across the floor. Grace sat curled on the sofa, legs tucked beneath her, a notebook in her lap filled with sketches, plans, and scattered thoughts. Jordan perched on the armrest beside her, his presence a steady warmth, the kind that made every anxious thought seem distant.They had spent the day unpacking more than just furniture—they had unpacked fears, small confessions, and gestures of trust. The penthouse no longer felt like a cage built by circumstance; it felt like a canvas, ready for the life they would paint together.Grace looked up from her notebook. “I never realized how much I’d missed… just talking. Really talking. Without someone hovering, judging, or plotting.”Jordan smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “I know. We were both trapped in other people’s games for so long that we forgot how simple it could be.”“I like simple,” she admitted softly. “With you. Even when