Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Billionaire’s Contract Wife Can't Let Go: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

Dana POV: Jodie Wants To Be Friends After leaving Wuckert's office, I make up my mind that today is the day I have that crucial conversation with Alex Logan. A little baby belonging to us both is about to come to the world and he needs to know about it. No more delays or excuses. I will pull him into a corner of his office, maybe the break room, or the damn stairwell if I have to, and tell him the truth: there’s a little person growing inside me, carrying half your DNA. And while I’m at it, I’ll thank him for what he did with the Maurice Denis contract. For buying the company that was going to run the anniversary campaign just to make sure the job came to me. I still don’t fully understand why he did it, but I know I owe him the thanks. He didn't have to go all the way for me. My nerves are already protesting my boldness as I ride the elevator up. They're telling me we need to have another talk about this. My legs are shaking and my hands too. My reflection in the mirrored door

Alex POV: Alex Wants To Leave Jodie McGuire When I come out of the shower later in the evening, my phone is ringing. I called Kelly Stanton earlier, right after I got back from work. And again before I went into the bathroom. I wanted to talk to him before washing off and getting ready for bed. I look through the living room. Jodie is sitting on the balcony, the glare of her tablet illuminating the curtain behind her. She's watching a video and giggling. I answer the call. "Hey.""Hey yourself," Stanton says tiredly. "Returning your call. Hope it's something I can actually fix. So . . . is she pregnant yet?"I let out a long breath and sit on the edge of the bed. "No. Jodie's not pregnant. That's not why I called."He makes a low, amused sound. "Alright. Hit me.""I didn't find the note.""What note?""The one you told me about. Dana left a note. You said she wrote that she loves me. That she wants us to be married, for real this time. Not the contract bullshit.""Oh. That," he say

Dana POV: The Anniversary Is A Fraud The program begins proper just as I look away from Alex's fine face. I press my lips together, aware that a smile is on its way. Beside me, Eddie is doing a monotone about the idea he and my other brothers need funding for. And Jack is in the thick of it with Carmela Giuseppe. Myrtle Hope walks onto the stage. She's a tall, blonde woman, wearing a business suit and skirt. She smiles at the audience as she takes her place at the podium. The audience claps as she adjusts the microphone. Eddie takes his mouth of my ear and sits up. I pick a bottle of water and take a sip of it. “Thank you, thank you,” Myrtle begins. “You know, when they asked me to host tonight, I said yes immediately. I mean, who turns down a chance to talk about Maurice Denis in a room full of people who actually understand what he meant when he said, ‘Remember that a picture—before being a battle horse, a nude, an anecdote, or whatever else—is essentially a flat surface covere

Dana POV: Alex Is A Genius Alex sees me coming, detaches him from Jodie and excuses himself from the Asian woman. He starts smiling. But that smile is wiped from his face as I walk closer. Jodie looks momentarily startled but also freezes when she sees me. Alex is several pounds bigger than my brother Eddie, and taller. But the sight of Eddie makes him check his distance. He's not afraid, but he's reconsiders his approach. “Dana,” he says. “Hi.”“Those are my paintings,” I say, my voice shaking. “They want to auction them as Maurice Denis’s works. I didn’t sign up for that. I don’t want it.”Alex glances at Eddie again then back to me. He sighs. “I’m sorry about the mix-up. They’re not going to be sold tonight, Dana.”I frown. “But—”“Dana,” he continues, “Do you think I’d ever let anyone steal from you?”“Anyone can be you, Alex Logan,” Eddie says with a nonchalant shrug. “You could have at least said something.”“True and I wanted to.” He looks straight at me. “I will never ste

Dana POV: Alex Logan And Larry GouldDerek is waiting by the coffee station, eyes wide the second he spots me.His voice drops to a whisper. “This morning when I got here, everyone was talking. They’re saying the boss, that is Alex Logan, bought a bunch of art from some New York auction. They believe the artist is a staff here, but no one could figure out who. Then I walked past the conference room and . . . Dana, those are your paintings. What the hell is going on?”I set my bag down, buying a second to breathe. “It’s a long story. But here’s the short version: Alex bought them off me. He used them to drive up bids on a whole collection of Maurice Denis works. Genius move, apparently. Eddie thinks so too.”“Oh.” He frowns, processing what I’d just told him. “Okay, that’s . . . wild. Anyway, we’ve got a meeting downtown. Board wants me to look at annexing this high-end furnishing outfit. They’ve got a factory pulling timber from Brazil, but they’re drowning in debt from shipping costs