All Chapters of The Billionaire's Contract Wife : Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

The first light of dawn crept through the blinds, pale and hesitant, like it was afraid to touch the house. Grace pressed close to Jordan, sensing the tension coiled tight around him, a wire pulled taut and ready to snap. Every shadow, every sound, every faint creak of the old floorboards felt amplified in the fragile calm before a storm.“They’re coming,” Jordan murmured, voice low, sharp. “And this time… there’s no testing. They want a direct hit.”Grace’s chest tightened, fear and adrenaline mingling in a cocktail she had learned to recognize. “Then we meet them,” she said, voice steadier than she felt. “Together.”Jordan’s hand found hers, fingers interlacing, grounding them both. The intimacy was quiet but undeniable—a slow-burn connection strengthened by danger, by survival, by shared stakes. His thumb brushed her palm, a subtle promise, a silent reassurance that no matter what came, he would be there.The sound came first: tires crunching on gravel, measured, deliberate. Someon

The quiet after the morning confrontation was deceptive. The house felt smaller, tighter, each corner shadowed with suspicion. Grace followed Jordan through the hall, close enough to feel the heat of his presence, the steady rhythm of his breath against her hair. Their slow-burn connection had become an unspoken armor—comforting, grounding, yet fraught with tension.Jordan paused by the window, scanning the empty street below. “They’re testing more than our defenses now,” he said quietly. “They’re probing alliances, watching reactions. Trying to find a fracture.”Grace tilted her head, brow furrowed. “Fracture? Between us?”He shook his head. “No. Between people we trust—or think we do.”Before she could ask more, the phone buzzed on the table. A single message, brief, chilling:Not everyone by your side is what they seem.Grace’s pulse quickened. She looked at Jordan, whose eyes were dark, unreadable, but unmistakably tense. “Who?” she whispered.Jordan exhaled slowly, jaw tight. “I

The house felt colder than usual. Even the sunlight that spilled across the polished floors seemed hesitant, as if it, too, sensed the weight of unseen eyes. Grace followed Jordan closely, every step measured, every movement deliberate. Their hands brushed occasionally, a silent reminder of their bond, a tether through the creeping tension.Jordan’s voice broke the silence, low and controlled. “We’ve anticipated external threats, but the danger inside… that’s harder. More personal. More dangerous.”Grace’s eyes searched his, anxiety coiling tight. “Inside?”He nodded slowly, jaw tight. “Someone we trusted has betrayed us. The question isn’t if, it’s who—and what they’ve already done.”The words sank into her, icy and heavy. She pressed closer, shoulder brushing his, heart racing. “We’ll face it,” she whispered. “Together.”Jordan’s eyes softened for a fraction of a second. “Always,” he replied, though the hardness of his gaze returned immediately. Survival demanded focus—and mistrust.

The study was thick with tension, the kind that made even the smallest sound—a creak of the floor, the hum of the air conditioner—feel amplified. Grace’s hand lingered on Jordan’s arm, a silent tether to keep herself grounded. His focus, however, was absolute, eyes scanning the screen before him with a precision that betrayed both intellect and raw intensity.“This is it,” Jordan muttered, tapping the laptop’s keyboard. The screen displayed a series of emails and message logs that had been hidden in plain sight—carefully drafted, strategically planned, and timed to compromise everything they had built. “The mole… is inside our circle.”Grace leaned in, heart hammering in her chest. “Who?” she whispered, dread creeping through her veins.Jordan’s jaw tightened. “Someone I never suspected. Someone we trusted implicitly.” He paused, fingers hovering above the keys as if the act of typing would somehow betray his resolve. “It’s Miles.”Grace froze, the words cutting sharper than any knife

The house was quiet in a way that felt unnatural, the kind of silence that presses against your chest and makes every creak, every whisper of air, feel like a warning. Jordan and Grace had just closed the first chapter of betrayal, yet the air still hummed with anticipation—because exposure was only the beginning.Grace leaned against the study doorway, watching Jordan pace. His movements were precise, measured, but every step carried the weight of urgency and exhaustion. She wanted to reach out, to steady him with touch, but she hesitated, aware that this was not only about physical danger but the delicate lines of trust and control they had worked so hard to preserve.“Grace,” Jordan said, stopping abruptly, eyes dark, sharp, almost unbearable in their intensity. “He’s told us enough to know there’s more than one player here. Miles was just the first.”Her pulse quickened. “You think there are others?”He nodded slowly. “Always more. There’s a network. People who move in shadows. Pe