All Chapters of The Billionaire's Contract Wife : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

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42: A Shift in the Air

Grace couldn’t shake the warmth of the morning, even hours later. Jordan’s hand around hers, the careful way he looked at her—as if she were something delicate he was afraid to break—kept replaying in her mind. It felt too real. Too honest. Too dangerous.By noon, she’d managed to bury herself in work, organizing documents for the charity gala Jordan planned to attend later that week. Focusing helped. But not enough.A soft knock echoed at her door.“Come in,” she said, adjusting the stack of files.Maya, one of the house staff, peeked in. “Mrs. Reed, Mr. Reed asked if you could join him in his study.”Grace blinked. “Now?”“Yes, ma’am.”Her pulse quickened. Jordan rarely “asked.” He commanded. The softness alone made her chest flutter.She smoothed her dress, inhaled once, and made her way down the hall.The door to his study was slightly open. Jordan stood by the window, sleeves folded to his elbows, sunlight carving sharp lines across his shoulders. He didn’t turn when she stepped

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42: When the Silence Speaks

The house felt strangely hollow after Jordan left the living room earlier—like the warmth he carried had followed him out the door and the space was trying to remember how to breathe without him. Grace wandered back to her room with her laptop, determined to finish the sponsorship files for the upcoming gala. But as she reread the same paragraph for the fifth time, she realized her focus was gone.It was impossible to ignore the lingering sensation of his fingers on her cheek, the gentleness in his voice, the way he had said You’re my wife with a quiet intensity she hadn’t expected. She had never imagined that three simple words could unsettle her entire heartbeat.She sighed, shutting her laptop slightly as her pulse steadied. She reminded herself that this marriage had rules—clear boundaries, defined terms, no emotional complications. But lately, everything between them felt like a boundary softly bending.Her phone buzzed. A message.Emma:Are you free? There’s something you should

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43: Beneath the Surface

The morning light crept into the kitchen in soft gold streaks, settling on polished counters and half-prepared breakfast ingredients. Grace stood at the stove, whisking eggs quietly, trying to steady her hands. She hadn’t slept much. Her mind kept replaying Jordan’s words… and the look in his eyes.You help more than you know.That’s what scares me.She’d turned those sentences over in her head so many times that they now pulsed beneath her ribs like an unanswered question.The sound of footsteps approaching made her breath stall. She didn’t need to turn; she could feel him enter the room. Jordan’s presence shifted the air before he spoke a single word.“Good morning,” he said, voice low, rough with sleep.Grace turned slowly. Jordan stood there in a crisp white shirt, sleeves rolled up, hair still damp from the shower. A few strands fell across his forehead, giving him a younger, softer look—one that made her heartbeat flutter without permission.“Good morning,” she replied, forcing

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44: The First Crack of Light

Jordan stared at the small flash drive in his palm as if it were something fragile, sacred—something that could save him or shatter him completely.Grace watched him quietly, her hands folded nervously in her lap. The early sunlight softened her features, but her eyes were sharp, determined. She had made up her mind long before coming here; that much was clear.“Do you want to look at it now?” she asked gently.Jordan closed his fingers around the flash drive. “Not here. If it really has what you say… we need privacy.”She nodded. “My dorm is out of the question. Too many curious eyes. And yours—”“Not safe,” he finished for her.They both fell silent. The reality of their situation hung between them like a weight neither could ignore. Finally, Grace stood, brushing off her skirt.“There’s an empty tutoring room in the library’s basement,” she said. “I used it for extra study sessions last semester. No one goes down there this early.”Jordan hesitated, scanning her face. “Are you sure

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45: The Hand Behind the Curtain

By the time Jordan and Grace reached the hostel walkway, the sun had dipped below the horizon, leaving the sky bruised with deep purple clouds. The air carried the sharp chill of night, but Grace didn’t miss the way Jordan’s hand hovered close to her back as they walked—a silent shield, a quiet promise.They had just crossed the courtyard when Jordan’s phone vibrated sharply in his pocket. He ignored it at first, but it buzzed again and again, persistent, almost frantic.“Someone really wants your attention,” Grace murmured lightly.Jordan pulled out the phone. His eyes narrowed.“It’s an unknown number.”He hesitated.Grace saw the tension in his features. “You should pick it.”He answered.A distorted voice crackled through the line. “Jordan Chukwuma?”Jordan stopped walking. His body stiffened. “Who’s this?”“That doesn’t matter,” the voice said, mechanical and low. “What matters is that you are not safe. And neither is the girl beside you.”Grace’s breath hitched. “What—?”Jordan

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46: A Line Crossed, A Heart Revealed

The night air was cool against Grace’s skin as she stepped out onto the balcony of the penthouse suite. Lagos glittered below—lights shimmering like a restless sea, music floating faintly from distant bars, and the hum of night traffic weaving through the city like a pulse. It should have been calming.But nothing felt calm inside her.The charity gala had ended an hour ago, yet her heart was still racing—not because of the cameras or the speeches, but because of him. Jordan. The way he had looked at her tonight… like he was seeing something he’d been denying himself for far too long.She pressed a hand to her chest as if to quiet the storm.Behind her, she heard the soft slide of the balcony door. She didn’t need to turn to know who it was. His presence filled the space even before he spoke.“Grace.”Her breath caught. “You should be inside. The board members are still around.”“They can wait,” he said, footsteps drawing closer. “You can’t.”She swallowed hard. “I’m fine.”“You’re sh

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47: The Almost Kiss

Grace’s silence lingered between them like a fragile thread stretched too thin. Jordan’s breath brushed her lips—warm, careful, patient—yet he didn’t close the distance. He was giving her the choice. The decision. The power.Her heart thundered so loudly she wondered if he could hear it.“Jordan…” she whispered again, but even she didn’t know what she planned to say. His nearness scrambled her thoughts like static. Every inch of her felt hypersensitive—her skin warm, her chest rising too quickly, her knees unsteady beneath her.This wasn’t how things were supposed to go.She was supposed to maintain boundaries. He was supposed to stay controlled. They were supposed to treat this as business.But nothing about this moment felt like business.Jordan exhaled shakily, his forehead still resting against hers. “Grace,” he murmured, “you’re making this very hard for me.”She swallowed. “I’m not doing anything.”“You’re breathing,” he said softly. “And that’s enough.”Her cheeks warmed. She d

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48: The Distance That Hurt

Grace barely slept that night.Every time she closed her eyes, she felt Jordan’s breath near her lips again—felt the warmth of his hand cupping her cheek, felt his forehead resting against hers like a silent promise he never voiced.It was infuriating.It was intoxicating.And it was entirely her fault that the moment crumbled before it could become something real.By morning, her eyes were puffy, her thoughts tangled, her emotions a mess. She dragged herself to the kitchen area in the penthouse, hoping that a cup of tea would steady her heartbeat.Instead, the moment she stepped inside, she froze.Jordan was already there.He wore a black T-shirt that fit a little too perfectly on his shoulders, and he was leaning over the marble counter, pouring coffee into a mug. He didn’t turn immediately, but he must have sensed her presence—his movements slowed, his posture straightened slightly.“Good morning,” he said quietly, still facing the counter.It wasn’t cold. It wasn’t angry. It wasn’

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49: Lines That Blur

Grace couldn’t focus.Not on the reports she was supposed to compile.Not on the emails blinking on her screen.Not even on the steaming mug of tea that was now cold beside her hand.Her mind kept replaying every second of the morning conversation. The softness in Jordan’s voice. The restraint in his eyes. The look he tried—and failed—to hide when she confessed she wanted him too much.She pressed her palms to her forehead and groaned softly.“This is getting out of hand,” she whispered to herself.It wasn’t supposed to be like this. She had come to this penthouse out of necessity, not desire. She was supposed to maintain distance, not develop feelings. She was supposed to stay safe, not fall for the one man whose life was already a storm.Footsteps echoed down the hallway.Her pulse jumped—even before Jordan appeared.He walked in wearing a dark hoodie and sweatpants, hair damp from the shower. He looked relaxed, but the moment he saw her sitting on the couch, his steps slowed.Their

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50: When Restraint Breaks

Grace escaped to the guest room and shut the door quietly behind her, pressing her back against it as her heartbeat refused to settle. Her chest ached with a strange, electric tightness—like every emotion she’d been holding back was finally demanding space.Jordan wasn’t supposed to say things like I’ll catch you.He wasn’t supposed to look at her like she was the only thing anchoring him.He wasn’t supposed to wait for her with the kind of patience that felt like devotion.It wasn’t fair.It wasn’t safe.It wasn’t supposed to feel this real.Her thoughts were still spiraling when her phone buzzed on the table.A message—from an unknown number.We need to talk. Alone.She frowned. Another message came immediately.It’s about Jordan. And about the people who hurt him.Grace’s pulse jumped. Her first instinct was to ignore it, but something tugged at her—maybe fear, maybe intuition.She typed back:Who is this?But the sender didn’t reply.A cold shiver crept down her spine.Before she

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