All Chapters of Billionaire Contract Marriage: Her Quest : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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CHAPTER 31: THE WEDDING PLANNER CALL

Sophia’s POVThe call came at 10:17 a.m. on a quiet Wednesday—private line, no caller ID. I almost let it go to voicemail. Almost.I answered on the third ring.“Sophia Ashford.”A bright, professional voice filled the speaker. “Ms. Ashford? This is Elena from Evergreen Events. Your wedding planner. I’m calling about the timeline—your contract expires in one week, and we need to confirm final details for the ceremony.”My heart stopped.David—sitting across the kitchen island with his coffee—looked up sharply. He’d heard every word.The contract.We’d burned it. Destroyed every copy. Promised forever without paper.But the world didn’t know that yet.I cleared my throat. “There’s been a misunderstanding. The contract is no longer in effect.”A pause. “I’m sorry?”“The agreement was terminated. We’re not proceeding with the three-year term.”Elena sounded confused but polite. “I see. May I ask… are you still planning a wedding? Or should I cancel the preliminary bookings—venue hold, fl

CHAPTER 32: THE MORNING AFTER THE CALL

Sophia’s POVSunlight crept through the bedroom blinds in soft golden bars, warming the sheets where we still lay tangled from the night before. I woke first—always did—but today I didn’t move right away. David’s arm was heavy across my waist, his breath slow and even against my shoulder. His heartbeat thumped steady under my palm where it rested on his chest.No alarm. No rush. Just us.The wedding planner call from yesterday still echoed in my head. “Your contract expires in one week.” The words had landed like ice water, even though we’d burned every copy, every clause, every safety net. The world still thought we were on a timer. The world still thought this was temporary.I shifted carefully—didn’t want to wake him yet. Turned in his arms until I could see his face.He looked peaceful asleep—dark lashes fanned against his cheeks, mouth soft, faint stubble shadowing his jaw. The scar above his eyebrow caught the light. I traced it lightly with one finger.His eyes fluttered open—i

CHAPTER 33: THE FAMILY MEETING INVITATION

Sophia’s POVThe invitation arrived by courier at 11:42 a.m.—thick ivory envelope, gold-embossed Ashford crest, Aunt Melissa’s perfect calligraphy on the front.Sophia & DavidFamily MeetingThis Friday, 7:00 p.m.Ashford Estate – Private Dining RoomAttendance expected. Dress: Business FormalNo RSVP requested. No polite “we hope to see you.” Just “expected.”I stared at the card on the kitchen island. David—fresh from the shower, towel around his neck—came up behind me. Read over my shoulder.“‘Expected,’” he said dryly. “Subtle.”“It’s Richard.” I set the card down. “He’s not waiting for the birthday party next month. He wants to test us now—see if the contract burn rattled me. See if you’re still just a hired hand.”David’s hands settled on my shoulders—warm, steady. “He’s wrong on all counts.”I leaned back against him. “I know. But he’ll bring proxies. Lawyers. Maybe Jake. They’ll push. Probe. Try to make me doubt.”David turned me gently to face him. Cupped my face.“Then we do

CHAPTER 34: THE FIRST REAL WEDDING PLANNING

Sophia’s POVElena’s office felt like stepping into a different world—soft gray walls bathed in natural light, white roses in simple glass vases on every surface, mood boards pinned neatly behind her desk with fabric swatches, color palettes, and handwritten notes. No clutter. No pressure. Just calm intention.She greeted us at the door with a genuine smile and two steaming mugs of chamomile tea—herself included.“Sophia. David. Come in, please. I cleared the entire morning for you.”We settled on the cream linen sofa—David beside me, knee pressed lightly to mine, hand resting casually on my thigh. No contract. No pretense. Just us, sitting close, breathing the same air.Elena sat across from us in an upholstered chair, tablet balanced on her lap, stylus ready but not poised like a weapon.“No agenda today,” she said gently. “No timelines unless you want them. No checklists. Just tell me what this wedding means to you—what you want it to *feel* like.”I exhaled—slow, deliberate. The q

CHAPTER 35: THE WEDDING INVITATIONS

Sophia’s POVThe invitations arrived at 4:17 p.m. on a Thursday—simple cream cards in thick envelopes, gold foil edges catching the late-afternoon light, my own handwriting on the front.Sophia Ashford & David KaneRequest the honour of your presence at their weddingSaturday, June 15th, 20267:00 p.m.Private Rooftop Pool Deck.Phias Empire Headquarters.Reception to follow.No plus-ones. No registry. No “black tie optional.” Just a quiet, honest request to the people who mattered most.I held one in my hand—felt the texture of the paper, the slight weight of it. Not just an invitation. A declaration. A line in the sand. This is real. This is ours. No contract. No timer. Just us choosing each other in front of the people who’d seen us at our worst and still stayed.David came up behind me—arms slipping around my waist, chin resting on my shoulder. He’d just showered; I could smell clean soap and the faint cedar of his skin.“They’re beautiful,” he murmured against my ear.“They’re re

CHAPTER 36: THE QUIET NIGHT BEFORE THE STORM

Sophia’s POVThe penthouse was dark except for the soft glow of string lights David had strung along the windows—simple white bulbs he’d put up “just because it felt right.” No reason. No occasion. Just him wanting the space to feel warmer.We sat on the living room floor—back against the couch, legs stretched out, a half-empty bottle of red between us. No glasses. Just passing the bottle back and forth like we were teenagers sneaking wine in someone’s basement.The invitations were gone—mailed yesterday. Six weeks until June 15th. Six weeks until rooftop vows, bare feet on the deck, white roses, David’s guitar, and the people who actually mattered watching us promise forever without paper.I took a sip. Passed the bottle.He took it. Drank. Passed it back.No words for a while. Just the city hum outside. Rain starting again—soft taps on the glass.I leaned my head on his shoulder.“I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop,” I said quietly.He turned his head. Kissed my hair. “It mig

CHAPTER 37: THE FIRST REAL VOWS

Sophia’s POVThe rooftop pool deck was quiet at sunset—golden light spilling across the water, turning it liquid amber. No guests yet. No music. Just the two of us, standing barefoot on the warm tile, six weeks of planning distilled into this single moment.Elena had set everything up earlier—string lights draped like stars caught in thread, white roses scattered in small clusters along the edges, a single microphone stand for David’s guitar. The officiant waited discreetly near the railing—a kind woman in soft gray who’d promised “no script, just truth.”I wore the off-white silk sheath—simple, flowing, bare shoulders catching the last sun. No veil. No train. Bare feet on the deck. Hair loose, waves falling past my shoulders. The only jewelry was the thin platinum band David had given me the day we mailed invitations—engraved inside with *Always*.David stood a few steps away—charcoal suit, no tie, white shirt open at the collar. Guitar slung over his shoulder. Eyes locked on mine l

CHAPTER 38: WHISPERS IN THE CALM

Sophia’s POVThe penthouse felt unusually still the morning after the invitations went out.No alarms. No urgent emails. No emergency board calls. Just sunlight spilling across the living room floor, coffee brewing in the background, and David humming softly while he made breakfast—eggs, toast, fresh fruit sliced the way I liked it.I sat at the island in one of his old t-shirts, legs dangling from the stool, watching him move around the kitchen like he’d lived here forever. He had, in a way. Six weeks felt like six years when every day ended and began with him.He slid a plate in front of me. “Eat. You’ve been up since five staring at the ceiling.”I smiled—small, tired. “Couldn’t sleep.”He leaned across the island. Kissed my forehead. “Wedding nerves?”“Among other things.”He poured coffee—black for me, cream for him—and sat beside me. Our knees touched under the counter.“Talk,” he said quietly.I took a bite of toast. Chewed slowly.“Richard hasn’t responded to the takeover moti

CHAPTER 39: THE RECEPTION

Sophia’s POVThe rooftop reception felt like breathing for the first time in twenty years.String lights glowed above us—soft white orbs swaying gently in the evening breeze. Small tables dotted the pool deck—white linen, low vases of white roses, candles flickering gold reflections on the water. Family-style platters arrived in waves—pasta with fresh basil, roasted vegetables, tiramisu dusted with cocoa. Wine poured freely from unmarked bottles. Laughter rose and fell like music.No big band. No formal dance floor. Just us—twenty-eight people who’d become family by choice—sitting, standing, talking in small clusters under the open sky.Emma found me first—glass of sparkling water in hand, maid of honor bouquet still clutched like a trophy she refused to put down.“You did it,” she said, hugging me tight. “You’re officially my sister. No take-backs.”I laughed—real, light, free. “No take-backs.”Mr. Thomas approached next—eyes misty, suit a little rumpled from the hug he’d given me af

CHAPTER 40: THE HONEYMOON NIGHT

David’s POVThe villa sat high on the cliff like it had always belonged there—white stone walls reflecting moonlight, open terrace doors letting the ocean breathe through every room. Waves rolled in below, steady and low, the kind of rhythm that made everything feel slower, safer. No staff tonight. No phones. No world beyond the railing. Just the two of us.I stepped out onto the terrace barefoot, linen pants low on my hips, shirt long gone. Sophia stood at the railing in that ivory silk slip—thin straps, fabric skimming her thighs, hair loose and still damp from the shower. Moonlight painted her skin silver, made the platinum band on her finger gleam. My ring. My wife.I wrapped my arms around her from behind, chin resting on her shoulder. Breathed her in—salt air, clean soap, her. The same scent that had grounded me through every nightmare, every boardroom battle, every quiet moment we’d stolen since the contract burned.“Mrs. Kane,” I murmured against her ear.She smiled—I felt it

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