All Chapters of Contract With The Ex That Left Me: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

SARAH PIERCEWhen I heard Nathaniel’s door close, the rapid throbbing in my heart reduced. The thing is, when he walked in earlier, he looked so fine. His hair was roughened, perhaps because of the day’s work, and his eyes, even though they were a bit sunken, were as gorgeous as always. Basically, he was so fine that I lost composure and started smiling at him. Thank God I regained my senses before they could go haywire. Can you see now that continuing to live in this house could eventually get dangerous? I want this new arc of my life to be all about self-development and raising Raya without having to compromise. Chasing romance with my ex or any man is not something I picture. After concluding in my heart what I wanted for myself, a light exhale left me, my eyes shifting to Raya, who stirred in her sleep. Then, my phone vibrated.I took it out of my bag, and my heart skipped a beat when I saw that it was Amir calling. It has been more than twenty-four hours since my mother reve

SARAH PIERCE“So, Amaya was your Head of Projects, who just returned from vacation?” I asked after returning from the bathroom, where I just spat a chunk of saliva because the images of the butchered woman triggered terrible feelings within my body. “And her fingerprints were found on the package I received the other day?”“That evidence was enough to hand her over to the police,” Nathaniel replied, shifting so I could sit next to him. Once I was seated, he continued, “However, the vehicle transporting her was attacked. It seems someone else is our real culprit.”“But, why?” My fingers rested beneath my chin as my soul struggled with the thought of someone crazy threatening my life. “If there’s another culprit out there, they could have allowed Amaya to take the fall. Right? Why bother killing her?”“Maybe the psycho doesn’t like to share credit for their crime,” Amir suggested.“Why bother using Amaya in the first place? They must have chosen to use Amaya’s fingerprints to cover up t

ROSALINE PIERCEA new day arrived, and it came with good news. With my plan to frame Sarah now super set, all that’s left is to alert the necessary people to take action. But when do I do that?I would love for the reveal to happen when Sarah’s at her lowest. But if that’s eventually not possible, that’s fine. Doing it when she’s at her highest works too. Once she’s tossed into jail, she would be in the lowest of the lowest because I’m sure being apart from her daughter would turn her crazy.Too bad since her daughter has no choice but to grow up as a criminal’s daughter. Maybe I should ask Dad to adopt her. It would be fun to see her suffer the way her mother did while growing up. And to top that, I will make it my project to ensure that Sarah becomes the worst villain in her daughter’s eyes. Damn, Rosaline. You’re just too good.I laughed loudly, and Edward stirred. “What’s the fun gist?” he asked, his voice raspy and sexy.With a grand smile, I rested on his bare chest and bru

SARAH PIERCE“She’s in the hospital right now, fighting for her life!” Rosaline continued, the passion in her voice quite hilarious because it was ironic and silly. Then, as I stopped the laughter that was about to spill out of my guts, my shoulders jerked with great disbelief. “You’ve been fucking her husband for God knows how long. So, how’s that my fault?”I made sure everyone heard that statement, and they didn’t disappoint. They began to mutter, and some laughter that slipped in ridiculed her. I continued, “I am a hundred percent sure that she hurt herself because she caught you two in the act.”“T-That’s…”Seeing Rosaline flustered confirmed that that was the case. Mrs. Storm found them together, and things went shit from there. But it’s funny that Rosaline’s still alive. I expected that Mrs. Storm would have hospitalised her or Mr. Storm. I guess the woman’s only sharp-tongued when it comes to me.“You are crazy, Rosaline,” I said, my tone slow and mocking. “And you’ve got a

NATHANIEL STORMSeconds passed, and Sarah leaned more and more into our hug. And it fluttered my heart that she wasn’t backing away. And, I became a bit greedy. One of my hands swiftly and carefully travelled to the back of her head, which I caressed slowly while my chin nuzzled the top of her lovely-scenting hair. “I hate that this feels good,” she admitted, and my heart went crazy with excitement that I fought to contain.Then, I asked, “Do you want to stop?”“Not yet.”My excitement turned wilder. Her response encouraged me so much that with a little smile playing on my lips, I decided to take things further. I asked, “Do you mind us going to the living room?”She stirred. “To sit?”“Yeah.”“Okay.” That single word led me to lift her bridal style, and as her scent continued to play with my senses, I became greedier. My head started to imagine us walking down the wedding aisle. However, I cautioned myself.The moment was not about me but her and her search for a means to soothe