All Chapters of The Billionaire's Contract Wife : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

The penthouse was cloaked in twilight as Jordan and Grace sat side by side on the sofa, the envelope’s contents spread before them like a map of danger. Every name, every date, every note detailed a network of deceit, betrayal, and manipulation that stretched far beyond what they had imagined.Grace’s fingers trembled as she traced the lines, her eyes widening with each revelation. “Jordan… this… this isn’t just about your father’s old enemies. Someone has been orchestrating events from the shadows, controlling pieces of our lives we didn’t even realize were theirs to move.”Jordan exhaled sharply, jaw tight. “I knew some threads remained, but not to this scale. Whoever did this… they’ve been patient, precise, waiting for the perfect moment.” His hand hovered over hers, brushing it lightly. “But they miscalculated. They didn’t account for us—our bond, our vigilance.”Grace swallowed, the weight of the revelation heavy in her chest. “And the names here… these aren’t just random. Some o

The penthouse was darker than usual, the only light coming from the faint glow of the city below. Shadows stretched across the room, elongating the furniture, the walls, and the tension between Jordan and Grace. Lucas had agreed to meet—an anonymous call had brought him here, and Jordan knew better than to trust coincidence.Grace’s hand found Jordan’s, fingers curling tightly around his. “Are you ready for this?” she whispered, voice taut but calm.Jordan’s jaw was set, eyes dark with determination. “I’ve been ready since the moment we discovered him. Stay close. Watch everything.”The door clicked open, and Lucas stepped inside. At first, his expression was casual, almost friendly, but the careful glance he cast around the penthouse betrayed the nervousness he refused to show.“Jordan. Grace,” he said smoothly, bowing his head slightly. “I didn’t expect it to come to this.”Jordan didn’t move, didn’t blink. “You made your choice the moment you decided to betray me,” he said, voice l

The city lights flickered below the penthouse, casting long, fractured shadows across the floor. Jordan and Grace sat side by side, the glow of the laptop screens illuminating their focused expressions. Lucas had given them everything he knew, but the picture was still incomplete. The orchestrator had remained unseen—silent, calculating, a ghost in the machine.Grace leaned closer, tracing the lines of the data map Lucas had compiled. “Every move, every alias… it all points to one person. Someone with power, influence, and the ability to remain invisible until now.”Jordan’s eyes were dark, a storm brewing behind them. “The first time we felt danger, we thought it was about the smaller players, the pawns. But this… this is the mastermind. Whoever they are, they’ve been shaping everything from behind the curtain.”Grace’s hand brushed his, just a whisper of contact, but enough to anchor them both. “We’ve faced threats before. We’ve survived. And we’ve done it together. That won’t chang

The warehouse was eerily silent after the orchestrator’s first misstep. Jordan and Grace remained in the shadows, hearts pounding, yet every movement was deliberate, every breath controlled. The tension was palpable—not just from the danger lurking in the corners, but from the electric awareness of each other’s presence.Grace pressed closer to Jordan, letting the warmth of his body anchor her. “We’re close,” she whispered, voice tight with anticipation. “I can feel it.”Jordan’s hand brushed hers—a slow, reassuring touch that sent a shiver up her spine. “Stay sharp. They’ll be expecting a reaction, so we move carefully.” His eyes flicked toward the orchestrator, who now paced behind a reinforced door, clearly frustrated by the exposure of their network.Lucas, positioned near another exit, whispered into the comms, “They’ve taken the bait. The orchestrator is becoming restless. Movement is increasing.”Grace’s pulse quickened. Every shadow seemed alive, every creak a potential threat

The orchestrator’s composure had finally shattered. Every calculated step, every manipulation, every shadowy move now lay bare before Jordan and Grace. The warehouse, once an empty stage for their chase, now felt like the epicenter of justice finally closing in.Grace stood beside Jordan, her hand brushing against his, grounding them both. The slow-burn tension that had simmered between them for months now hummed with a quiet intensity, amplified by the danger surrounding them. Their connection was no longer just emotional—it was survival, trust, and unspoken devotion woven together.Jordan’s eyes swept over the orchestrator, unwavering and sharp. “It ends tonight. Every lie, every scheme—you’ve run out of time.”The orchestrator’s lips curled, a faint, bitter smile. “You think you’ve won? You’ve only scratched the surface. My network is bigger than you know.”Grace’s chest tightened, but she stepped forward. “We know enough. And we’ve cornered you. Every move you’ve made has led here