All Chapters of The Billionaire's Contract Wife : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The knock came precisely on the hour.Three sharp raps against reinforced steel.Grace’s heart slammed into her ribs.Jordan was already on his feet, every muscle coiled. Malik checked the security feed once more, then nodded grimly. “It’s him. Alone.”Jordan exhaled slowly. “Open it.”The door slid back with a hydraulic hiss.Dante Marquez stepped inside like he owned the air.He was tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in an immaculate black coat that looked far too expensive for a place like this. His face was calm—too calm—eyes dark and sharp, scanning the room with surgical precision. When his gaze landed on Grace, it lingered for half a second too long.Then he smiled.“Jonathan’s son,” Dante said smoothly. “All grown up. And hiding.”Jordan didn’t return the smile. “You’re not welcome here.”Dante chuckled softly. “Yet you called me.” His gaze slid back to Grace. “And you must be the reason.”Grace straightened instinctively. Jordan moved closer to her, a silent shield.“She’s not p

The safe house was quieter than usual. Too quiet. Grace’s senses were on high alert as she sifted through the contacts section of the ledger. Each name was a potential threat, each number a possible trap.Jordan watched her from across the room, leaning against the table, his arms crossed. Even in the dim light, his presence was commanding, protective, unyielding.“You’re tense,” he said quietly.Grace rubbed her temples. “Can you blame me? One wrong move, and…” She swallowed. “…it’s all over.”Jordan stepped closer. “Not if I’m here.” His voice was steady, but the edge of worry was unmistakable. He brushed a strand of hair from her face, lingering, a simple gesture that sent her heart racing.Before Grace could respond, Malik’s phone buzzed. He answered, eyes narrowing as he listened.“They know where we are,” he said finally, voice tight. “Jonathan’s people are moving. They’ve traced part of the ledger back here.”Grace froze. “Here?”Jordan’s jaw clenched. “They won’t get past me.”

The safe house was quiet now, but the silence was heavier than any noise. Every shadow seemed to stretch, every flicker of light carrying the memory of the first strike. Grace sat on the edge of the couch, knees drawn close, the ledger resting beside her. Jordan stood near the window, scanning the perimeter, jaw tight, eyes dark with thoughts he refused to voice.“Are you alright?” he asked softly, turning to her.Grace exhaled slowly. “I will be. Now that it’s over… mostly.”Jordan’s gaze lingered on her, softer now but still tense. “Mostly?”She smiled faintly, brushing a hand over the ledger. “Because there’s still Jonathan out there. And you… and this mess we’re in.”He crossed the room, sitting beside her, letting his shoulder brush hers. “And we’ll face it. All of it. Together.”Her heart thumped at the closeness. Just a touch, but the weight of months of slow-burning tension settled between them. She wanted to lean in, to feel him closer, but the adrenaline from the attack stil

The city lights glimmered faintly through the blackout curtains of the safe house. Grace crouched near the window, scanning the streets below with a pair of binoculars Malik had handed her. Every shadow seemed a potential danger, every flicker a hidden enemy.Jordan stood behind her, one hand resting lightly on her shoulder, the other near the gun at his hip. Even in the silence, he radiated vigilance. The weight of the previous night’s attack still hung over them, but they couldn’t afford to rest—not now.“Do you see anything?” he asked, voice low.Grace shook her head, jaw tight. “Nothing… yet. But it’s too quiet. Too still.”Jordan exhaled, eyes narrowing. “Exactly. That’s when they strike. When we think we’re safe.”A sudden ping from the encrypted line made them both jump. Grace grabbed the device; the message was short, chilling:One more move and you’ll regret it. You’re already in too deep.Her chest tightened. “It’s him. Jonathan. He’s baiting us.”Jordan’s jaw clenched. “The

The safe house was quiet, but quiet never meant peace. Grace sat cross-legged on the couch, the encrypted drive lying between her and Jordan, who paced the room like a coiled spring. His eyes, dark and unreadable, flicked constantly to the window, to the door, to her—always aware, always vigilant.“Do you ever sleep?” Grace asked softly, breaking the silence.Jordan stopped mid-step and looked at her. A small, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “Sleep is a luxury we can’t afford right now,” he said, though the edge in his voice softened slightly when he spoke to her.She shifted closer, emboldened by the warmth radiating off him. “Maybe we can steal a few minutes,” she murmured, “just you and me, without shadows or threats or Jonathan Hayes looming over our heads.”Jordan’s gaze softened, and he knelt in front of her, taking her hands in his. His thumb brushed over her knuckles in a way that was both protective and intimate. “I’d like that,” he said quietly.