All Chapters of My Ex Fiancé wants be back, but my contract husband owns me: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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Chapter Twenty-One

Amelia's POV My dearest Amelia, if you're reading this, I'm gone. I read the line three times. The words didn't change. They just sat there on the page, soft and faded, written with a hand I would never see again. The floor was hard beneath me. My back was pressed against the front door. Somewhere outside, a car drove past, headlights sweeping across the window. Someone was living a normal life, unaware that mine had just stopped. I pulled my knees up to my chest and held the letter closer to the light. I'm sorry I couldn't tell you this in person. I wanted to. I tried. But every time I looked at you, I saw how strong you had become, and I didn't want to burden you with the past. You deserved better than my regrets. But now I'm gone, and there are things you need to know. My hands were shaking. Not the small tremble from being cold. The deep shake that comes from knowing something is about to happen. How are you, my darling? Are you eating well? Are you sleeping proper

Chapter Twenty two

Amelia's POV The office was already awake when I walked in. People moved through the hallway with coffee cups and clipboards, nodding good morning, shuffling into meeting rooms, typing on phones as they walked. The usual hum of a Monday morning. The usual chaos. Someone laughed near the water cooler. Someone else was on a call, their voice sounded low and urgent. I had a tight smile on my face as I walked past them, my bag felt heavy on my shoulder, my mind was still half stuck in the weekend. Darcy was waiting at my desk, her leg tapped the floor impatiently, something she did when she was anxious. "Good morning ma," she said as she handed me a file and stood there with her arms crossed. "Please read this," she said. I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion as I collected the document, and opened it. It was an investment. With a large amount of money. From five years ago, before I had signed anything with Asher, before Damian had taken over as manager. It was money laund

Chapter Twenty-Three

Amelia's POVEleanor walked me to the door with the wooden box tucked under my arm like a treasure chest I was afraid to open. Holding that box gave me mixed emotions, a lot of questions in my head. The night air hit me cold and sharp the moment I stepped outside. The kind of cold that made you pull your jacket tighter and breathe a little deeper. The sky was scattered with stars, more than you ever saw in the city, and a half-moon hung low over the trees. Somewhere in the distance, an owl called out.I stood on the porch for a moment, just breathing. The wooden box was heavy in my arms—not physically heavy, but weighted. Full of words Gran had written years ago, words I wasn't ready to read, words I would open when the time was right.Charlie pressed his nose against the window and wagged his tail. I waved at him."Goodbye, Charlie," I called.He barked once, then disappeared back into the living room.I walked to my car, my heels clicking against the pavement, the box in one hand a

Chapter Twenty-Four

Amelia's POV Asher refused to tell me where we were going so I stopped asking at some point, but curiosity always got the best of me. I asked three times on the drive. He smiled each time and said nothing. The fourth time, he reached over and took my hand, his fingers intertwining with mine, and that was the end of my questions. I stared at our intertwined hands, it made me relax and want to enjoy the drive. The city lights blurred past the window. The streets were busy—couples walking hand in hand, groups of friends laughing outside restaurants, the whole world out on a Saturday night. I watched them through the glass, feeling like I was in a different world. A better one. Asher drove with one hand on the wheel and one hand holding mine. He didn't let go. We ended up at a small Italian place tucked between a bookstore and a flower shop. No sign outside. Just a red door and a single light above it. "This isn't a restaurant," I said. "This is someone's apartment." "It's

Chapter Twenty-Five

Asher's POV I didn't plan to propose tonight. That was the honest truth. The ring had been sitting in my nightstand drawer for days, waiting for the right moment. I didn't know when that moment would come. I just knew I would recognize it when it arrived. And then Amelia walked out of her building in that black dress, with her hair curled and her eyes bright, and I couldn't wait anymore. She looked at me like I was someone worth looking at. Not a billionaire. Not a major shareholder. Not Damian's uncle. Just a man who had been falling for her since she stumbled into my hotel room and kissed me like she had nothing to lose. "You're staring," she said. I smiled knowingly. I opened the car door for her. She climbed in. I closed it behind her and walked around to the driver's side, my heart pounding in a way it hadn't pounded since I was seventeen and nervous about a first date. This wasn't a first date. But it felt like one. Everything felt new with her. Everything felt pos

Chapter Twenty-Six

Unknown POV The office was empty when I arrived. That was the point. The building was still dark at this hour, the only light coming from the emergency exit signs and the faint glow of the streetlamps filtering through the windows. The security guard at the front desk nodded at me as I walked past—he knew me by now, knew I came early, knew not to ask questions. I smiled at him. He smiled back. Neither of us said a word. I had been coming in early for weeks now, slipping through the glass doors before the sun was fully up, before the receptionist arrived, before anyone could ask why I needed to be here before everyone else. My heels were quiet on the carpet. I knew exactly where to step to avoid the creaky floorboards near the copy machine. I had mapped out every noise in this hallway, every loose tile, every door that stuck. I had learned his patterns. His habits. His weaknesses. Damian Hades was not a careful man. He thought he was. He strutted around like he was untouchable, li

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Amelia's POV I woke up smiling. The sun was pouring through my curtains, gold and warm, spilling across the floor in wide stripes that made the dust motes dance. Outside my window, the city was already awake—cars honking, sirens wailing in the distance, just ordinary sounds. The sounds of a world that had no idea my entire life had shifted last night. I stretched my arms above my head and let myself feel the giddiness in my chest. The strange and wonderful certainty that something had begun. I said a quiet prayer, rolled over and grabbed my phone from the nightstand. The screen was bright, and I squinted until my eyes adjusted.Three messages. All from Asher. They were sent within the last hour. Asher: Good morning wifey. Asher: I hope you slept well. Asher: I couldn't sleep at all. I kept thinking about you. I would have accepted your offer to spend the night. I pressed the phone to my chest and grinned at the ceiling. My heart was doing that fast thing again, the thing it

Chapter Twenty Eight

After a while of cuddling and laughing, we got out of bed and dressed up. I struggled with the bag in my arms while trying to put on my shoes at the same time. He bent down to help me put it on. "You could’ve asked for my help rather than struggling,” he said while buckling it. "Thank you." I smiled at him. "You’re welcome, now give me those. I’ll wait for you by the car," he took my bags and went downstairs. I stared at his receding figure for some time, my heart was racing. I checked everything again, before I locked the door behind me, and went downstairs. He opened the passenger door as I approached. I climbed in. The leather seats were soft, warm from the morning sun. He closed the door behind me and walked around to the driver's side. The drive to work was slow. Traffic was not so bad, but some cars drove bumper to bumper, horns blaring, people rushing to get to their destinations. I didn't care. I didn't care about any of it. The world could have stopp

Chapter Twenty Nine

Amelia’s POV I stared at the anonymous message on my phone, my heart hammering so loudly I was sure Darcy could hear it from across the room. The words burned into my retinas: The files you have are fake. The real ones are in Damian’s bottom drawer. Check the signatures. Check the dates. Check the account numbers. He framed your father. He’s been playing you both. My thumb hovered over the screen, trembling. The folder Darcy had just handed me sat on my desk like a grenade. The morning’s glow, the ring on my finger, the memory of Asher’s hands on my skin, the taste of his kiss all felt suddenly fragile, like it could shatter under the weight of one more betrayal. “Ms. Brooks?” Darcy’s voice pulled me back. She was still leaning against the doorframe, her arms crossed, that sharp, observant look in her eyes behind her thin-rimmed glasses. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost. Is everything okay?” I swallowed hard, forcing my face into something resembling calm. The diamond on my lef

Chapter Thirty

Asher’s POV I was in my office reviewing contracts when Amelia called, her voice sounded tight despite her trying to sound normal. Spreadsheets and legal documents blurred in front of me, but the moment her name flashed on the screen, everything else faded. “Hey, babe,” I answered, leaning back in my chair. “You okay? You sound… off.” There was a brief pause, the kind that told me she was choosing her words carefully. “I’m fine. Can we talk when I get to your place tonight? Something came up at the office. It’s important.” My grip tightened on the phone.“Of course. When you’re done, just let me know.” “No, I think I’ll drive. See you at six-thirty. I love you, Asher.” “I love you more,” I replied softly. “Drive safely.” She hung up, and I stared at the phone for a long moment. Amelia Brooks didn’t rattle easily. Not after everything her family and Damian had put her through. Whatever this was, it had shaken her. I spent the rest of the afternoon delegating what I could and cle

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