All Chapters of The Billionaire's Contract Wife: Six Months To Leave : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

JOAN'S POV“I want this to be easy peasy!” I said pointing my hands to two of them across the table. “I am not here to negotiate the price of groceries the way low-lives do in an open market.”I dropped the words fast and clean, like I owned the room. Of course, I did.They quickly exchanged glances. I spotted the tall and lanky one who had introduced himself as Special Agent Fabian tap the leg of the fat one underneath the table, who had also introduced himself as Special Agent Smith.The room around us heated up regardless of how cozy the atmosphere of Clover's Cafe was.I reached for my bag, then dropped four stacks of cash right on the table in front of them. Each of them had a paper band wrapped around it.“That hundred thousand dollars there...” I said boldly.I watched their eyes brighten up like someone who had not seen money since they were born. Agent Fabian cleared his throat for the umpteenth time and exchanged glances with his partner.“i will also double that if you fini

Orleana's POV“Greg!”The door suddenly slammed shut behind me, making the door vibrate on its hinges. Then came the turning of the key locks.“Please wait, Greg!” I called out. My voice came out blunt and weak, like a dull knife that had been used for years.Greg didn't wait; he didn't listen to me. He didn't even look into my face, he looked away as though we had been long-time enemies slugging it out as rivals, just the way Joan had always seen me.We had shared fantastic memories. His childhood memories. Even his parenthood memories, of course, he had two kids, but their mother was late. He left without turning back, I could hear his footsteps thundered against the floor as though they were determined to break it apart. Maybe to some extent I wouldn't blame him; maybe he was doing his job, following orders, and there was nothing he could do to help. I crashed onto the floor, and tears trickled slowly down my cheeks.The lies and everything they had cooked up just to see me fall

Brent's POV.I slammed the door shut behind me. The wood rattled against its frame, vibrating along the hinges with enough force to shake the nearby wall.I stalked across the room toward the bar. My hand reached for a bottle of bourbon and a crystal tumbler. I filled the glass quickly and poured the liquor straight down my throat. A sharp burn traveled through my chest. I filled the glass again, only halfway this time.I drained it as well, trying to drown every ounce of pain and anger moving through me.“Fuck you, Orleana.”The words slipped from my lips before the bourbon even reached its destination. My throat tightened painfully.I knew you would leave. Bloody coward.The accusation echoed through my head.Shut up. Just shut that mouth of yours for once and let the world breathe.Another voice answered immediately, the two sides of my mind colliding as boxers trading blows in a ring.Put yourself in her shoes. She has no one, no family, no friends, no money, no connections.And

Brent's POV."He died? How? When?"The words erupted from my lips.Like a thunderstorm parting the sea, my breath shattered.My lips parted, and I couldn't close them.My knees ached and denied me the ability to stand properly.I quickly located the empty chair I had left behind. I gripped the backrest first for support before finally sitting down.It felt as though all the remaining energy within me had leaked through my pores for the doctor to see."Excuse me, Brent..." he said calmly, like someone mindful of his words. "Don't tell me you're not aware of this..."I swallowed hard, forcing down both breath and the mucus clinging to my dry throat."Actually, I shouldn't have said this..." He paused. "It's really against the ethics of our profession. She warned me not to tell anyone. She said she would handle it herself and decide how she would tell you...""Orlena told you that..." I said, my hand gripping the arm of the chair tightly."Yes. I remember that day. She said she wasn't g

Brent's POV The siren of the Van was blaring even louder right in front of me. I had suddenly become a government official with a noisy entourage and no visible impact.But regardless, my heart felt as heavy as stones in still water.My mind couldn't let go of the revelation Dr. Gran had given me in his office.That Orlena's sudden disappearance had something shady behind it. That she wasn't the one who poisoned Eli.That he was so sure she couldn't have done it.But the painful part was the revelation about Agent Smith and Agent Fabian being dirty cops.The way Dr. Gran had spilled everything in his office without holding anything back against those two men. Like he had known them forever.Like they had wined and dined together.Why would I be so stupid as to allow people like that into my house?But I wouldn't say anything yet until I got a private investigator to look into them.My mind ran through who could help me do the job.I scrolled through my phone contacts. Then I saw som