All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Contract Wife Can't Let Go: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Alex POV: Alex Suspects Charles It wasn't a conscious decision to drive to Fifth Avenue.The Mexican restaurant is north. I know this. I was driving south, and I didn't correct it, and I told myself this is because the traffic is better this way, which is not true. But now I wish I'd turned around before I came this far. I'm looking at Jack, Cilian and Eddie leaning against a car outside Charles's shop. They're relaxed and at ease with Charles who's facing outward, talking with his whole body, his hands moving, shoulders shifting, turning sideways to make some point that appears to be funny because all three of Dana's brothers are laughing. I almost hit the car in front of me.I brake. The car in front rolls on, indifferent. I pull to the curb half a block down and sit there with the engine running and watch in the rearview mirror."What the hell.”Charles is gesturing widely with both hands, illustrating something, narrating something, and Eddie shakes his head laughing and Cilian

Dana POV: Dana Doesn't Want To Share Charles With Her Brothers I point at the file and say, "We need to understand what Alex is actually saying in this file."They crowd over it. Jack picks it up and reads the key sections twice, once to himself, and then aloud for all to hear. The table goes quiet as we absorb the meaning of what he just read. "He wants Sinic to buy us out," Jack says. "That's what this is. ‘The basic contingency is the protection of Helix's investment. We suggest a complete takeover for this reason.’" He sets the file down. "That's what he's saying."Cilian looks at the page like it's said something personally offensive to him. "What's Helix?""A front," I say. "When Alex wants distance between himself and a buyout, when he wants to move without his name attached to the move, he creates a new company. Helix is Alex. Alex is Helix. He's done it before."Cilian's face has gone the white and he's looking at Eddie, Jack and Derek's face as if calling them for help. H

Dana POV: The Case Of Hester BednarAlex's eyes drop to my breasts as he gets out of the car. He gives the pair on my chest a puzzled, strange little gaze and quickly looks away too. He notices the changes too. Wait till you see what else is going on in my womb, Alex. Just wait. "You're late," I say."I'm sorry." He straightens his jacket. "I had an earlier meeting that ran over.""You don't have meetings before nine, Alex."He looks at me with amusement. "Huh. You know me well."A lump jumps in my throat and I hold back a smile. "What are we doing in Denver?" I ask. "The Huckleberry," Derek says, from behind me.I turn around. Derek is standing there with his hands in his pockets, grinning. I look at him and then back at Alex. "The huckle what?"Alex walks past me toward a small hangar, and that's when I see the Gulfstream sitting in it. It looks like a big white crayola, clean and prepared. I turn to give Derek a glower. He laughs. "Is Derek coming with us?" I ask Alex."I tol

Dana POV: The Recorder As we walk out of the auction hall into the cool Denver afternoon, I'm trying to work out what we actually came here for.Alex bid only once. A single bid, early in the morning, on a small oil painting, a coastal scene, nineteenth century, unremarkable to my eye though the auctioneer spoke about it with the reverence usually reserved for things that have survived catastrophes. Alex raised his paddle once, won it without competition, and then sat with his hands folded for the remaining two hours.That was it. That was the auction for him.I carry the Ashford Recorder in my bag and say nothing.Hester catches up with us on the steps, looking more animated than he did inside, as though the open air has returned something to him that auction room took away."Is this goodbye?" He looks at us both. "Because if not, there's a party this evening. What you might call an English ball. You'd love it."Alex looks at me. "Dana. Would you like to go?"I look at him for a mo

Dana POV: She Meets Roger McGuire, Jodie's Brother Alex breaths, "Oh shit."I look at him. He's gone very stiff beside me, his face draining of color the way a glass empties. I ask him what's wrong."It's nothing," he says. "I thought I saw an old friend from high school.""Hester maybe?""Nah," he says, "it's not him."But then, as if summoned by the mention of his name, Hester Bednar materializes from the crowd and walks toward us with a wide smile, his hand already extended. We shake. I notice right away that he looks better than the last time I saw him. At the auction, his eyes had been heavy with sadness, and his manner sultry. That pall of sadness is mostly gone now. But as his gaze drops briefly to my hand, which is hooked around Alex's arm, that dullness returns in his expression. His smile doesn't disappear all at once but it dissolves slowly, like sugar in warm water.Oh. I remember, then that Alex had introduced me to Hester as his secretary. He probably thought I was av