บททั้งหมดของ Married For Revenge: The Billionaire's Contract Wife: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Elaine’s POVI had my hands on my head, holding it tight as I paced Steve’s office. “If only everyone would let me be.”“You will do just fine. Your workstation has been arranged.” Steve said.He made no efforts to calm me down; he had opened up his laptop and began working already. “Grant will show you to your work station.” I picked up my bag and left. The whole staff exchanged glances and hushed whispers the minute I walked in. Two girls quietly walked up to, standing arms locked together.“We heard you are the boss’s wife.” The taller one said, hissing afterwards.“Don’t expect any sort of preferential treatment just because you have a relationship with the boss,” the other one added.They both turned sharply, swinging their hair in my face as they walked away.“They love to mark their territory, members pay them no heed.” I turned to see the other staff sitting next to me.“I’m Clara,” she flashed her teeth, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose.“Call me Elaine.”The da

Steve’s POVThe rising noise and chaos around took my attention from the business call I was on. “Let’s reschedule. My Assistant will get back to you.” I hung up the phone and looked out the window.The sun had set, casting a golden yellow streak on the window. I dialed the office, but no one answered.“What is going on here?” A young woman lay sprawled on the floor, staff members surrounding her. I took a few steps forward before I sighted Elaine in the middle of it all.She had already gotten a strike from the board of directors; it wasn’t the time for any more drama and chaos. Elaine instantly turned to me, her eyes sunken in as she blinked.“I didn’t do anything.”I recognized the woman to be Elizabeth. The one who had caused an uproar in the media, she had instigated to the public that Elaine was barren.“I would have thought a man of your status would settle for someone more in your league.” She brought herself up and moved to me, “You need to discard her, she wants to hurt my b

Elaine’s POVSteve stood next to Vivienne’s bedside. The doctor had put a small plaster on her forehead. She had sustained a cut from the fall; no one could tell how she had fallen.“Steve?” She stirred awake, holding Steve’s hand.“Are you okay now?” Steve said as he tried to let go of her hand, but she held on tight.“It all happened so fast, one minute I was walking down the stairs, the next minute I was down the stairs… My head hurts.” She pulled Steve in as she hugged him, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist.I cleared my throat, avoiding eye contact with Steve. One thing I knew for sure was that Vivienne was up to no good. Back at the party, she had walked up to where I was, swaying her hips deliberately.“Steve is nowhere to be found.” She traced my eyes as I searched the crowd for him. I smiled dryly and sipped my wine. She leaned in closer to me, almost as if whispering.“Should I tell you a secret?” She leaned in to me, her lips brushing against my ear, “Steve is alway

Elaine’s POV“Wait!” I looked back to see Lucas walking towards us. He held a file up in the air. “This is proof that Elaine here is telling you all the truth.”“There must have been a misunderstanding somewhere. How are there two identical designs?” One of the board directors snatched the file from him as he opened it.“Was she really telling the truth?” Everyone gasped as they began whispering.Steve finally walked up to me, and I blinked rapidly, swallowing emotion. “I promise, I didn’t steal her design,” I whispered to him.“I believe you.”“Since there seems to be a mix-up here, the result of the design battle is canceled. There will be a new round between Elaine and Vivienne, submission is in three days…” Steve turned around, facing everyone. He took down the result on the bulletin board, tearing the result of the design battle into shreds. “Make a practical design.”“To make this even better,” Lucas added, “there will be a ten-minute submission deadline. Whoever doesn’t meet up

Steve’s POV“Why did you toss the gift away? You couldn’t even bring yourself to ask her to dinner.” Alex sighed.“It was a wrong idea getting it. What was I even thinking?” I downed the rest of my drink and signaled for the bartender to pour me another.“Hey, hey, man. You need to slow down on that alcohol.”Alex grabbed the glass from me and pushed it across the table.“Look here, man, you should learn to put aside your doubts and worries. You are married to her, I understand it is a marriage contract, but since things have come to this,” He paused as he stopped the barman from refilling his empty glass. “Just pop the question.”“What if this is all still business to her. What if…”“Enough of the what-ifs. How is the great Steve Greyson scared of asking his wife to dinner? Come on, man!” Alex patted me on the back as he smiled brightly.“I should be focusing solely on the Fashion Court Project,” I rubbed my forehead, as I breathed out.“You need to take it easy on yourself, man, this