บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire's Contract Wife : บทที่ 221 - บทที่ 230

The quiet of the house was shattered by the sudden ring of Jordan’s encrypted phone. Grace jumped, startled, but Jordan’s expression didn’t waver. His eyes darkened, muscles tensing as he snatched the device.“Got it,” he muttered, swiping the screen.Grace leaned closer. “Who is it?”Jordan’s jaw tightened. “Someone who doesn’t wait.” His voice carried a cold edge she hadn’t heard in months. “The first strike.”Before she could ask more, the lights flickered, then went out entirely, plunging the room into shadow.Grace’s pulse raced, but Jordan’s hand found hers instantly. “Stay close. Move with me.”They navigated the dark like predators and prey combined, every step deliberate, every sound amplified. Outside, distant sirens and the occasional car horn made the house feel both isolated and exposed.Suddenly, a metallic snap echoed through the hallway. Jordan spun, placing himself in front of her, eyes scanning.A figure emerged from the darkness—quick, agile, wearing black from head

The city lights flickered below, casting long shadows through the office’s floor-to-ceiling windows. Jordan crouched by the laptop, eyes scanning encrypted surveillance feeds, while Grace watched, silent and tense, absorbing every detail.“They’re not just testing us,” Jordan muttered, voice low and tight. “They’re probing for weaknesses. Looking for moments where we hesitate… or trust the wrong person.”Grace swallowed, tension coiling in her stomach. “Do you think they know we’re onto them?”Jordan didn’t answer immediately. He adjusted the screen, eyes narrowing. “They do. And that’s why we need to act fast. They’re always one step ahead—anticipating our moves, predicting our decisions.”Her hand brushed his arm as she stepped closer. The slow-burn tension between them had never been more tangible. Just being near him, feeling the heat from his body and the steadiness of his focus, made her chest tighten.Jordan glanced at her, dark eyes softening for the briefest moment. “Stay clo

The hum of the city below had faded into a background whisper as Jordan and Grace navigated deeper into the building. Every hallway, every corner felt like a trap; the hidden threat was no longer just a shadow—they could sense it, coiling around them, watching, waiting.Jordan’s fingers hovered over the control panels, adjusting cameras and scanning for anomalies. Grace stayed close, her hand lightly brushing his, an anchor amid the chaos. Each touch carried months of unspoken tension, a slow-burn intimacy that had grown stronger in danger.“They’re organized,” Jordan murmured, voice low, almost a growl. “And meticulous. Whoever set this up knows us—knows me, knows my patterns. They’ve anticipated every move.”Grace’s stomach tightened. “Do they know we’re here now?”He shook his head. “Not yet. But it won’t be long before they figure it out. That’s why we have to move fast—and smart.”A faint flicker on one of the monitors caught their attention. Jordan leaned closer, eyes narrowing.

The city streets below were a web of lights and shadows, but Jordan and Grace felt as if the world had shrunk to the tight confines of the surveillance van. Screens glowed around them, reflecting off their faces, while the hum of equipment created a constant, low pulse.“Where do we start?” Grace asked, her fingers brushing Jordan’s as she leaned in to view a map of security feeds. Each touch was electric, a slow-burn intimacy neither of them could ignore.Jordan’s eyes scanned the screens with precision, jaw tight. “We trace the flow of communication,” he said. “Whoever is orchestrating this—my father’s messenger isn’t acting alone. There’s a hidden hand, pulling strings behind the scenes.”Grace swallowed, tension knotting her stomach. “So we’re looking for someone… smarter than the messenger?”Jordan nodded. “Exactly. Someone who’s been planning this for months. Someone who knows my moves, anticipates my reactions… someone who can’t be underestimated.”Her gaze met his, and the slo

The abandoned warehouse loomed in the distance, its broken windows and rusted doors etched like scars across the dark skyline. Jordan and Grace approached cautiously, the van parked two blocks away. Every step felt deliberate, every shadow a potential threat.Jordan’s hand found Grace’s, fingers tangling instinctively. The slow-burn intimacy between them was a tether against the rising fear, a reminder that, no matter what waited inside, they faced it together.“Are you sure about this?” Grace whispered, her voice barely audible above the distant hum of the city.Jordan’s jaw tightened. “We have to confront them. The hidden enemy won’t reveal themselves willingly, and every moment we delay… they gain the upper hand.”Her eyes flickered to him, the tension and warmth mixing into something almost unbearable. “I trust you,” she said softly, squeezing his hand. “Always.”He gave her a brief, reassuring smile. “Good. Then stay close. And don’t let go.”The warehouse door creaked ominously