All Chapters of The CEO's Contract Bride: Marriage On Paper: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

NatashaI gave orders like your typical boss lady in the first half spent in the office. Soon enough, I began to feel tired.I was in a meeting but I knew I had to see it to the end. It was just exhaustion, nothing more.“These strategies that have been mentioned will go a long way in helping us restore the lost reputation of the company…” the new director of media was saying.“The company’s reputation wasn’t lost. Please mind your language. It was… how shall I put it? Stained would be the right word,” another director chirped in.“But it was damaged, wasn’t it? Let’s not have silly diversions,” another director interrupted.The directors began to argue now, forming three sides; one for, one against, the last neutral. They were only fueling my headache.“Will you stop this act of foolishness?” I shouted at them furiously.The noise died down that instant. I sighed. “Let’s wrap it up for today. We can continue this conversation another day.”“But the argument isn’t even enough to make

Baldwin I drove to my office building fuming with rage. I entered with the plan to take my anger out on whoever crossed me first. Maybe the staff members knew but most of them avoided me.At the door to my own office, Jason stood there, looking me in the eyes. Right, he was the unlucky target.Out of pure aggression, I pushed him. He hit his back on the door and it opened.Before he could stand, I kicked him in the face and entered the office. He was cupping his face, his mouth bleeding already.“How dare you block my path!” I was screaming at the top of my voice. “Didn’t I warn you? Didn’t I, you bloody fool?”Jason stood up and closed the door. I was frightened for a moment there. Was he trying to lock me inside there and fight me? Even though he looked weak, was he good at fighting?“What are you doing?” I asked, trying not to panic.“The door was opened…” he muttered. “People shouldn’t see you angry like this. What if someone makes a video?”He still cared about my public image w

Kelvin We looked into each other’s eyes and I could still feel it… the chemistry that made my heart burn for her in the beginning. It was still there, maybe a little diluted.“I didn’t want to come but my heart wanted to,” I told her gently.“I know what happened wasn’t your fault… you didn’t want it too but Lizzie, I would be a liar if I say I didn’t blame you.”“It’s fine, it shows you are only human,” Lizzie replied, holding my hands.“I don’t care. All that matters is that you are with me right now.”“No,” I shook my head sideways, removing my hand from being interlocked with hers.“Lizzie, I think this time around, I will be leaving for good.”“No, please don’t do that to me,” she begged, tears streaming down her face. I felt seriously pained right now.“It is all my fault,” I told her.“No, don’t blame yourself. You didn’t cause it, I did. If I just told the truth from the beginning, this wouldn’t have happened,” she muttered in tears.“You know nothing…” I said, my head low. “

Bruce“It is fine to date, honestly. I totally approve,” I told them firmly. I didn’t want to be seen as an inflexible employer who doesn’t want his employees to have fun.I believe they will stop denying their relationship now.“There is really nothing in between us. You know I have a girlfriend,” Kelvin stepped forward, trying to explain.“Didn’t you break up with her? I thought you did,” I muttered.“Well, I did but…” he was saying.“Then it’s totally fine for you to date someone else,” I replied. “Don’t be shy, Kelvin. No one will hear of your relationship with Kenzie, not from me. I will keep your little secret.”Kelvin sighed. “You won’t believe me no matter what I say, will you?” he asked.“No, I won’t. Seeing is believing,” I replied. “You should drink the wine with Lizzie. I bet it will be good.”I walked away from them, smiling. Now this was some juicy news… I should share it with Natasha when I get home this evening.** Well, I guess I won’t need to tell Natasha about it be

NatashaThe therapist assigned to me was Dr. Emily Bronte. I didn’t know her full story but it was made clear to me that she had been closely involved with the family for ten years now.Maria wanted to tell me all about their history together but I didn’t want to hear it. Therapy itself is hard enough, I wouldn’t make it harder for myself by learning unnecessary information. But I guess I was meant to hear anyway.During our first session, Dr. Emily does not ask questions about the trauma she was meant to help me treat. Rather, she asks me to tell her about myself.“Why must I do that?” I asked, staring at her blankly.A smile appeared on her face the moment she heard that. She leaned in even closer towards me.“I would tell you about myself then,” she suggested. “I’m sure you know already but I am an orphan and…”“I don’t know already,” I cut in.“Ah, you don’t,” she muttered. “Well, I was raised at the Stamford orphanage which your grandmother-in-law ran back in the day.”“You mean