All Chapters of The Billionaire's Contract Wife : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

By noon, the campus was buzzing.Rumors moved faster than lecturers, faster than gossip blogs, faster than reason itself. Liam felt the shift the moment he stepped out of the faculty building—side glances, whispered conversations, curious stares.Something had spread.And he had a feeling he knew exactly what.His phone buzzed again, but this time it wasn’t Adaora or Amaka.It was Uche.Guy, where you dey? I need see you ASAP.Liam sighed and texted back:I’m behind the library.Barely a minute later, Uche appeared, breathing hard like he had sprinted across campus.“Guy!” Uche hissed, gripping Liam’s arm. “Something dey happen o. Chima dey find you.”Liam stiffened. “For what?”Uche lowered his voice. “Him hear say Amaka don submit statement. Original statement. Real confession. Everything.”Liam’s throat tightened. “Already?”“Yes o! And bros, e no sweet Chima at all. You know wetin that kain thing fit cause? He’s finished if that statement holds.” Uche paused, glancing around nervo

The room felt colder than it should. Not physically—Jordan could feel his own body heat collecting under his collar—but emotionally. The tension had a temperature of its own. The walls of the conference room seemed to absorb every hesitation, every breath, every flicker of uncertainty from the people seated inside it.A woman in a crisp navy-blue suit cleared her throat. “For the record,” she said, adjusting her glasses, “this is the official hearing for the allegations filed against student Jordan Chiemerie. The panel will review the statements, cross-check the evidence, and determine disciplinary action as necessary.”Jordan sat straight, shoulders squared, hands relaxed on the table. Relaxed wasn’t exactly true—his palms were slightly damp, and beneath the calm exterior, tension coiled like a held breath. But he wouldn’t show that. Not today.The woman flipped through her file. “Jordan, before we continue, you’re allowed to give an opening statement. Do you wish to speak?”All eyes

The principal’s office felt smaller than ever, though it had always been the same size. The walls, lined with polished wood and official plaques, seemed to press in on Jordan as he stood in front of the long desk. Behind it, Principal Okafor and two other members of the disciplinary committee studied him silently. The recorder blinked steadily, an unflinching witness to the verdict about to be delivered.Jordan’s fingers curled into fists at his sides. He reminded himself to breathe. Calm. Controlled. No one would see him falter.Yet outside, he could feel the weight of the campus waiting—the rumors, the whispers, the uncertainty. And then there was Grace.She had insisted on waiting just beyond the office door. He didn’t know how long she had been standing there, silent but present, letting him draw strength without speaking a word. The thought of her waiting for him—knowing him, trusting him—made his chest tighten in a way that had nothing to do with fear.Principal Okafor cleared h

Grace didn’t expect the night to feel different, but it did.Maybe it was the way Jordan lingered beside her after the confrontation with Tunde, or the way his eyes had softened when she finally asked him if he was okay. Or maybe it was the simple truth she had been avoiding for weeks—she was beginning to feel too much.And it terrified her.The ward was unusually quiet around 11 p.m., the hum of machines and distant footsteps echoing softly through the halls. Grace leaned against the counter, signing a patient’s chart, though her mind kept replaying the moment Jordan stepped in front of her earlier, his presence firm and protective.No one had done that for her in a long time.She blew out a slow breath, trying to shake off the warmth rising in her chest.Then she heard footsteps behind her.She didn’t need to turn to know it was him.Jordan stopped a few inches away, close enough that she felt his presence like a heat at her back. “Grace… are you sure you’re okay?”She nodded, still

Grace stopped a few steps away from him, her breath catching in her chest. The hospital lights behind her created a soft halo around her silhouette, while Jordan stood in the dim glow of the parking lot lamp—hands still tucked into his pockets, eyes tired but fixed entirely on her.He straightened when she came into view.“You didn’t go home,” she said quietly.Jordan let out a small breath, something between a laugh and a sigh. “I told you I’d wait.”“You shouldn’t have,” she murmured, but her voice lacked conviction.“I know,” he admitted. “But I couldn’t leave.”The honesty in his tone made something fragile stir inside her. Grace wrapped her arms around herself, not from cold—though the night breeze was sharp—but from the overwhelming mix of emotions swirling beneath her ribs.“It’s late, Jordan,” she said softly. “You should rest.”“I will,” he replied. “After I know you got home safely.”Her chest tightened. “Jordan… I’m not fragile.”“I never said you were.” His voice was gentl