All Chapters of The Billionaire's Contract Wife : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The buzzing silence after the last message felt suffocating.Grace stared at her phone like it might explode in her hand. Midnight. Rooftop. Answers.She didn’t realize she was shaking until Jordan gently took the phone from her fingers and set it down on the table.“Grace,” he said quietly, “look at me.”But she couldn’t. Not yet. Her mind raced with possibilities—none of them good.What if it was a trap? What if it was someone from Jordan’s past? What if it was someone from her past?“Whoever that is,” Jordan continued, “they know your name, your location, your connection to me—and they want you alone.” His jaw tightened, anger simmering beneath the surface. “That’s not a coincidence. That’s a threat.”“I know,” she whispered.Jordan exhaled sharply, stepping in front of her. “So tell me why you look like you’re considering going anyway.”She didn't answer immediately. The truth was raw, small, and humiliating.“Because… I’m tired of being kept in the dark,” she finally said. “About

The rooftop wind cut between them like a blade, whipping Grace’s hair across her face as she stood between the two men who had shaped her life in different ways—one from her past, one now entwined painfully and irrevocably in her present.Evan’s hand remained outstretched.Jordan’s fingers wrapped firmly around hers, as if letting go would cost him something he couldn’t bear to lose.Neither man moved.Grace’s voice trembled. “Evan… why didn’t you come to me sooner?”Evan’s expression softened. “Because I didn’t know how bad things were until recently. Until people started asking about you. Until someone contacted me claiming you became a pawn.”The word lodged itself deep inside Grace’s chest like a splinter.Pawn.She turned slightly toward Jordan. “Are you going to deny it?”Jordan’s jaw flexed, but he held her gaze. “I’m not denying anything until I know what he was told.”Evan stepped forward, and Jordan immediately shifted to shield Grace again.“Stay where you are,” Jordan warn

For a moment, the rooftop fell into a silence so heavy it felt like the concrete itself was holding its breath.Jordan didn’t move.The messenger didn’t blink.Grace could hear nothing but the roar of her own pulse and the soft scrape of Evan shifting warily beside her.The Hayes family pin glinted coldly on the intruder’s lapel—a red serpent coiled around a blade. The mark of loyalty sworn for life. A symbol that meant one thing:This man did not leave without what he came for.The messenger tilted his head, studying Jordan as if evaluating a problem he was growing bored of solving.“You should reconsider your wording,” he said smoothly. “Your father does not appreciate delays. Or defiance.”Jordan stepped forward, every muscle locked and braced. “And I don’t appreciate threats.”The man’s smile sharpened. “They’re not threats. They’re promises.”Grace’s stomach turned.Evan grabbed her wrist—lightly this time, no longer out of rivalry but out of instinct. “We need to go. Now.”The m

The night air hit Grace like a whip as Jordan led her away from the mansion. Every step felt like crossing a battlefield. Every shadow seemed to shift, waiting to swallow them whole. The gates slammed shut behind them with a sound that echoed like a warning: Jonathan Hayes was already planning his next move.“Where are we going?” Grace whispered, her hand still in Jordan’s grip. Her pulse raced—not just from fear, but from the closeness that had become unbearable yet irresistible.“Somewhere he can’t find us immediately,” Jordan said, scanning the road ahead. “Somewhere we can breathe, at least for a little while.”Grace followed, but her eyes kept flicking back toward the mansion. The glow of its windows seemed alive, almost watching, almost waiting.“I don’t understand,” she said quietly. “How does someone like him even exist? And why… why us?”Jordan’s jaw tightened. “Because you’re the one thing in my life he can’t control. The one thing that makes me unpredictable.” His voice was

The safe house was quiet—too quiet. The hum of the generator and the distant creak of the steel shutters were the only sounds, but the tension inside was electric. Jordan and Grace sat across from Malik at a small, dimly lit table, the blueprints of Jonathan Hayes’s operations spread before them.Grace traced her finger along the lines, trying to make sense of the sprawling web of power, influence, and danger. Each name, each location, felt like a trap waiting to snap.“You really expect us to take him on?” Grace whispered, her voice tight with fear and disbelief.Jordan didn’t look up from the maps. “We don’t take him on blindly. We strike smart. We dismantle the parts of his world that put us at risk. One by one.”Malik nodded. “We hit the weakest points first—his communications, his financial maneuvers, his network of intimidation. But most importantly…” He looked at Grace. “We protect her. Everything starts there.”Grace felt her pulse quicken. Protection. Not just words. Jordan m