All Chapters of The Billionaire's Contract Wife : Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

The day began like any other, yet the ordinary carried a subtle edge. Grace moved through the kitchen, humming softly, her hands busy with the familiar ritual of preparing breakfast. Jordan lingered by the window, the soft morning light catching the lines of his face, the way he squinted slightly against the sun.“Do you ever get tired of this?” Grace asked lightly, stirring her tea. “Of mornings that feel… too perfect?”Jordan’s eyes crinkled as he smiled. “Perfection is overrated,” he said. “I think it’s the little imperfections that make life… real.”Grace glanced at him. “Like burned toast?”He laughed, the sound rich and low. “Exactly. Or forgetting to water the plants, or the way you leave the kitchen a tiny bit messy every morning.”She shook her head, smiling despite herself. “I call that character.”Jordan stepped closer, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “It’s more than character,” he said softly. “It’s part of the life we’re building. Every small thing adds up.”Grac

The house felt different when Jordan returned. Grace noticed it immediately—the subtle shift in his posture, the tautness in his jaw, the way his eyes flicked toward corners and shadows that had never seemed threatening before.“Jordan?” she asked softly, rising to meet him.He forced a small smile, trying to mask the undercurrent of unease. “Everything’s fine,” he said, voice even but clipped. “Just… paperwork, protocols, the usual headaches.”Grace didn’t believe him. She never did when he tried to downplay something that had clearly rattled him. But she let it go, deciding to save her questions for later, when the weight of his shoulders might finally ease.Dinner was quiet, the clinking of cutlery sounding unusually loud in the stillness of the dining room. Jordan moved through the motions of eating, but his mind was elsewhere, and Grace couldn’t help noticing.“Do you want to talk about it?” she asked finally, her tone careful, not pressing.Jordan’s fork hovered mid-air. He sigh

The late afternoon sun had begun to fade, casting long shadows across the living room floor. Grace sat on the couch, her notebook abandoned on the coffee table, the blank page staring back at her like a mirror of her unease. Jordan had returned from a brief check around the property, his presence calm but his jaw tight, every movement controlled with deliberate precision.Grace watched him carefully. Something had shifted—not drastically, but enough for her instincts to flare. She had learned to read the subtle cues, the slight twitch of a shoulder, the tight grip on the car keys, the way his eyes scanned the room more thoroughly than necessary.He noticed her gaze. “What are you thinking about?” he asked softly, removing his jacket and tossing it over the chair.“The package,” she replied, her voice low. “The one that came earlier. It… it feels like the first ripple of something bigger.”Jordan’s lips pressed into a thin line. “You’re right,” he said. He moved to stand by the window,

The evening air pressed heavily against the windows, carrying with it the distant hum of the city below. Grace moved across the living room, unable to settle, her fingers trailing along the edge of the coffee table as if grounding herself against the invisible pull of anxiety.Jordan was already near the floor-to-ceiling windows, eyes scanning the perimeter. Every so often, his hand brushed the side of his face, jaw tight, thoughts unreadable.Grace hesitated before speaking. “Do you think it’s the same person from the package? Or someone new?”Jordan didn’t answer immediately. He turned slowly, gaze locking on hers with a mixture of intensity and care that made her stomach flutter. “Does it matter?”Her brows furrowed. “Of course it matters. We need to know who we’re dealing with—how close they are, what they want, what they’re willing to do.”He moved toward her, every step deliberate, controlled, and yet carrying an energy that made the air between them thick. “They want us off bal

The night stretched like a taut wire, each shadow trembling with intention. Grace stood close behind Jordan, feeling the warmth of his back, the steady press of his presence, and the quiet assurance that he would act before the darkness could. Every sound outside—the rustle of leaves, the faint hum of distant traffic—felt amplified, deliberate, sinister.Jordan’s gaze swept over the property again, hands hovering near the concealed panels that could trigger the alarms or lock the exits instantly. “They’re not just testing boundaries anymore,” he murmured. “They’re probing for weakness. And once they sense hesitation, they strike.”Grace swallowed hard. “Then we don’t give them a chance.”He turned, eyes locking on hers. The intensity was almost unbearable—not fear, not anger, but the raw edge of someone protecting everything they held dear. “Exactly. Together, Grace. We act together.”The alert came then—a small, almost imperceptible beep from the security panel. The rear entrance. So