All Chapters of The Measure of a Touch:from the CEO's contractual wife : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The hospital smelled like antiseptic and despair as it wafted through the air around Piper's breath.It clung to everything—her clothes, her hair, the inside of her lungs—like it wanted to follow her home and remind her that no matter how hard she pretended, this wasn’t something she could escape.She stood outside Nana’s ward with her arms folded tightly across her chest, nails biting into her skin through the thin cotton of her long-sleeved blouse. She hadn’t realized that she was shaking until the nurse paused in front of her, with eyes soft in that way medical professionals perfected. The kind of softness that meant bad news wrapped in gentle delivery.“You can go in now,” the nurse said.Piper nodded, though her feet didn’t move immediately. It felt like if she delayed long enough, the words she’d just heard wouldn’t settle into permanence.Late-stage chronic kidney failure.Nana had been diagnosed with late-stage kidney failure. The surgery and treatment required to save her lif

Thomas's shoes scuffing softly against the floor as he moved back. Watching the lady that had just engulfed his entire space with her petite body.The air shifted, filling with her scent of paint, canvas, and citrus. It didn’t ask permission. It spread. His chest constricted. He fisted a hand, fingers pressing into his palm. The scent was terrifying, he felt the frustration creeping in.He already disliked her. She was a walking mass of chaos. And chaotic people brought germs everywhere they entered.She stood still, eyes wide, drinking in the room. Her gaze moved slowly across marble floors, high ceilings, and glass walls. She shifted her weight, then stilled again, as if reminding herself not to touch anything.“Hello, Mr. Anderson,” she finally greeted, soft and warm, almost cheerful.Thomas didn’t answer immediately. He watched her bag slump slightly, brushes poking out at odd angles. His eyes scanned her quickly, loose thread on her sleeve, the slight tilt of her head, the weight

Piper did not like the venom in Thomas's eyes when she looked into them. They reminded her of her own father, and the last fight he'd had with Nana.She closed her eyes, willing the memory away.Breathe.She told herself.Piper breathe.Thomas carelessly flung his hand toward Leo. “You’ve placed him wrongly again,” he said flatly. “Do you fumble with everything, or is this a habit?”“I—I’m sorry—”“Sorry doesn’t fix mistakes.”She moved, tried to straighten the blanket, but Leo’s sleeping weight kept it crooked.His stared at it for a second too long.“Do you even understand how much damage a small mistake can cause in this house?”Thomas didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t need to. The calmness of it was worse—tearing sharp, like a surgical blade.His gaze drifted past her, skimming the flawless marble floors.“A scratch here. A smear there. And that's how things go to rot." His jaw flexed. “I want absolute competence. Or are you incapable of keeping things in order?”The words slid un

The blogs found her overnight, but Piper didn't know this at first. She woke to the muted hush of a home that never truly slept. It must be the housekeeper, she thought. The middle-age woman often arrived too early to clean up. Piper lay still, watching the pale morning light creep along the curtains, letting herself pretend—just for a moment—that this was an ordinary morning. Then her phone buzzed. Another vibration. Then another. Relentless, like something alive trying to claw its way out. She blinked, disoriented. She sat up at once—blanket sliding down her shoulders—and reached for the phone, fingers clumsy with sleep. The screen lit up. Missed calls, several from Nana. Unknown numbers. Messages stacked on messages, her lock screen crowded with notifications she didn’t recognize. Her chest tightened. She sat up slowly, heart beginning to race before her mind fully understood why. She unlocked the phone. The first headline stared back at her, bold and merciless. BREAK

The silence stretched.Then,"Thomas. I must say that I find your choice of wife rather…disrespectful to Claire’s memory. So ordinary, clearly beneath your status.” Piper blinked, feeling the words cut through her self-esteem. She swallowed, bracing herself for more.Thomas said nothing.Just then, a pair of little feets skidded down the stairs. “Grandma!” Toby’s voice rang out as he came into view, socked feet stopping just short of disaster.Mildred’s expression softened—but only for him. She knelt stiffly, opening her arms. “There you are, my darling.”Toby barreled into her embrace. Leo reached out curiously, fingers grabbing at the pearls around her neck.Mildred tolerated it. Barely.“I assume,” she said as she rose, straightening her jacket, “that we can sit. I’d like to understand precisely what kind of… arrangement you’ve subjected my grandsons to.”The sitting room felt colder once they were seated. Mildred perched on the edge of the sofa like a judge awaiting testimony. Th