Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Billionaire’s Contract Wife Can't Let Go: Kabanata 191 - Kabanata 200

Dana POV: Dana Is Arrested "I want you to know I am never going anywhere with you ever again," Cilian says, his knuckles tight on the steering wheel. "And even if you are on your deathbed, gasping your final breath, I will completely ignore anything you have to say.""Where's my recorder?" I ask, my palm open. Still seething, Cilian reaches into his breast pocket, wrenches the device out, and slaps it into my hand. He hits the ignition, the engine roars to life. He mutters a string of curses under his breath as he pulls away from the curb."Did it work?""Yes," Cilian says sulkily, staring straight ahead.I lean over and plant a light, grateful kiss on his cheek. Cilian shoots me a foul look. I beam at him. "I knew you could do it.""We are mortal enemies from this moment onward, Dana," he grumbles.I giggle, the first real laugh I've had all day, and press the play button on the side of the device. I raise the recorder close to my ear, straining to hear over the low, hum of the en

Alex POV: An Uphill Drag For DanaI stare down at my left wrist, my thumb rubbing the reddened skin where the steel cuffs had chafed against me for hours. The physical sting is nothing compared to the spreading ache in my chest.On the table beside me, a small monitor glows with a frozen frame from my own security system. I refuse to look at it. I literally cannot force my eyes to map those contours again. Just moments ago, Detective Fred Meyer had walked out of this room after dropping a definitive mallet: Dana has nothing to say for herself, Mr. Logan.The door opens, and Meyer steps back inside. He leans his heavy frame on the edge of the table. He asks, "You're positive that's Ms. Dana Travis in this footage, Alex?"Against my own sanity, my eyes turn to the screen one more time. The woman in the video is shaped exactly like her. She has the same distinct, deep red hair. She walks with that familiar, slightly guarded stride. Even though her head is tucked low beneath a dark hat

Alex POV: Dana Is Disappointed In Alex My hands are sweating.I wipe my palms on the seat of my jeans as I listen to Stanton on his cell phone, his voice a dreary murmur as he tells Dana to come over. I look around the quiet, spacious living room, and feel like an intruder in my own space.I leased this place the very day Dana told me the baby growing inside her was mine. Signing the lease felt like the first brick in building a real future for us. Now, the empty walls just feel like a mocking reminder of everything that is currently falling apart. With the current criminal case hanging over us, I am unsure where either of us is headed.Stanton ends the call and pockets his phone. He managed to get a copy of the security footage from the cops, and we have been watching it again and again. The image is currently paused on the large flat-screen TV. After hours of staring at the screen, watching that figure plant the narcotics in my bag, I formulated an idea. It is a desperate, risky

Alex POV: Orsini’s Deal Comes With A Catch "You are sure this recording is authentic?"I stare at Stanton, my hands gripping the edge of the kitchen counter, Dana's perfume still giving me a heady rock.He nods as he sets his briefcase down. "Yes. I had Jerry at the soundlab downtown check it out. He's a hundred percent sure it's untampered. He compared the audio file with Fenton's voice recorded at one of his concerts. There is absolutely no way Dana could have forged it into that old recorder of hers. It's real, Alex."I pick up my glass of vodka from the counter. I gulp the entire thing down, letting the alcohol burn a path straight to my stomach. It does nothing to ease the twisting knot of guilt inside me. Stanton watches me quietly before pouring us both another round.He had only reluctantly played the tape for me after Dana stormed out. I am still furious with him for holding onto the recording for this long."We have to prepare for the possibility that we're right, Alex," St

Dana POV: Jodie Came Over Fanny looks at me, her eyes practically bugging out of her head as we walk out to the motel parking lot. My phone vibrates in my hand and I look at it. Hymar has just sent the video file and mapping analysis to my email."So, are you going to show Alex this thing?" Fanny asks, rushing her steps to keep pace with me as I march toward the street. "Dana, think about it. This could blow the case out of the water. You have to show him right now."I stop walking and look at her. "I've already given Alex more than enough evidence to prove that it isn't me on that security camera," I say. "But he didn't believe me, Fanny. He looked me right in the eye and he doubted me. Look, I am done trying to convince Alex of my innocence. He can choose to believe whatever the hell he wants to believe from now on. It's stupid. He's being stupid."Fanny sighs and throws her hands up in the air in a gesture of frustration. "Yeah, he's acting like an idiot, and this entire situati