All Chapters of The CEO's Contract Bride: Marriage On Paper: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

BaldwinI sat up from the bed and with two short but firm taps on the lady on the bed with me, she stood up, her ass cheeks clapping slightly as she stretched.She was fully naked and she got her clothes scattered all over the room.She walked out of the room with them and only then did I stand up. I had a mild hangover from all the alcohol I took yesterday.I walked to the personal office at my mansion and Michael was waiting there.“You are here early, boss,” Michael muttered upon sighting me.“Did you sleep well?”“I had a wild whore as company so I slept so soundly,” I replied.“Where did you pick her from? It's been a while since I had someone that good.”Michael smiled, “The best is only for you, boss. I am glad she could serve you well.”“Do you know how an Irish girl takes her whiskey?” I asked him carefully. Michael's expression showed he was taken aback.“What?” He ended up asking.“An Irish girl laps it up, is what she told me,” I replied.“She would pour it over me and in

NatashaI woke up that morning alone on the bed. I could remember that last night, I talked with Bruce. I must have fallen asleep in the middle of our conversation.The alarm had rang earlier but I didn't hear it. As I didn't have much time, I rushed to get ready for work.I brushed my teeth, had my bath, and did basic makeup after which I sped off to the dining room for the ‘compulsory breakfast’.I ended up finding out that breakfast wasn't really compulsory. I mean, some people could break the rules.Bruce picked up a snack and drank some coffee and announced that he would leave for work. As he had set the path for me, I also did the same and said my ‘goodbyes’ to Abigail.I was going to work with Bruce today. His driver took us all the way to the building's garage. Both of us walked in together and as expected, the glances at us were much more than before.The glances came with ‘so they are truly married’ murmurs.Bruce went straight to his office while I did the same. I could fe

Natasha Bruce had been acting unlike himself the whole day and the last straw was when he shouted at Kelvin in the cafeteria.Everyone could hear and possibly recall what he said word for word.“How dare you!” Bruce exclaimed as he hit his hand on the table for special effect.“You shouldn’t eat when we have such an emergency. Book an appointment now. I want to see him in the next two hours.”But who was Kelvin supposed to book an appointment with?While Bruce walked off, embarrassed, Kelvin sat back, spoon in hand but he couldn’t eat. I could tell that the poor guy felt so bad.I wanted to follow Bruce and asked why he had shouted like that but I was afraid people would gossip behind our backs.They would talk freely since the infamous couple who must have ruined the day of Kelvin was gone now. That was why I sat down and smiled through it all.It was all false but yeah, worth it.When Kelvin walked out too, I took this as my cue. I took my tray and left the table. They could gossip

Natasha I sighed as the call ended.“We have a funeral to attend,” I told Bruce as calmly as I could.“Who died?” Bruce asked, fear present in his eyes. “Is it my grandmother? What happened to her? It isn’t even three months yet.”“She isn’t the one who died…” I interrupted quickly.Bruce heaved a sigh of relief and covered his face with his hands. Only then did I realize that Bruce had been trying to be strong since he heard his grandmother would die in three months’ time.There are about six weeks remaining now.“Who died?” Bruce eventually asked.“Oliver Pollock,” I answered. “He has 21 percent shares in Stamford Fashion, making him the second largest shareholder in the subsidiary.According to the information we had, he had a cardiac arrest at his home and unfortunately, he was discovered late, leading to his death.”Bruce sighed again.“I knew Oliver very well. He was a great man, one with wits and wisdom,” Bruce began to soliloquize.“It’s a pity he is gone,” I added.“I think

BruceI was determined to see Henry and no one could convince me to do otherwise. No one tried too anyway.Natasha and I went to Henry’s private residence, his late father’s house by the way. I drove us there and we were allowed inside the moment we stated our identity.Henry was waiting for us with a big smile. Was he foolish or a pretender?“It is so nice to meet you!” Henry exclaimed excitedly.“I said I wanted to see you but I didn’t expect you to make the trip. You have truly shocked me.”I smiled and played along.“We should talk,” I muttered.“Certainly, we should. Follow me, please,” Henry offered.“I will have my chef make us something delicious. You see, my chef is not famous but she is good. She has been in the household for twenty years. You could say I was raised with her meals.”“That sounds so nice,” I replied.“I am thinking of firing her though…” Henry continued to say. “My father loved her food so much that it also showed in their personal interactions.I think my fa