All Chapters of The Billionaire's Contract Wife: Six Months To Leave : Chapter 41 - Chapter 49

Brent's POVNo! This is not happening! Never! Why would Orlena be pregnant?Like it wasn't going to be real, maybe there was a mix-up somewhere… but the reality right before me was coming to fruition.The confirmation was here. The pregnancy result. Right on my phone.My brain throbbed so hard, trying to put the pieces together, like it was tearing itself from my skull.For the umpteenth time, I went to check the result on my phone. Maybe it would change somehow. But it didn't.How did this happen? How did I allow this to happen?Sending the mother of my child out there. Just because…I couldn't finish the thought in my brain. It was like thrusting a dagger in my heart, left there for it to spill out blood.Since Orlena had left, Eli hadn't been at peace, always asking,"Where is Mama Lena?"I had lied several times and twisted everything for him.I had told him Mama Lena had travelled and would soon be back.Kids, with their photographic memories, always asked me, and everyone else i

Joan's POVI stepped into Brent's office. There, I saw him with Greg, his CSO, his most trusted bodyguard, the only man who could walk into his office at any time without making him feel threatened.Then I studied their body language. It dissolved like something had never happened. I knew it was because I had stepped into the room.I knew they were not ready to share anything secret with me. I watched Brent return to his seat. It was his way of allowing me either to give them space to finish their discussion or to discuss whatever I had come for and then give them space.Was this the reason he had been so lost and wasn't paying attention in the boardroom?I waited a bit longer and looked at Greg's face, he had slightly lowered his head, and his shoulders slumped. Then I turned to Brent, who had quickly unlocked his phone and was absentmindedly scrolling through it on his desk.I knew straight away that I wasn't needed in the room. It was the kind of room you walked into where people

Greg's POVI stood in the car park, waiting for my boss to come down from the elevator.He had asked me and Dennis, one of my team members, to wait for him here after running back to get something from Ms. Joan's office.I stood very close to the car, holding his suitcase in my hand, my eyes scanning every corner of the parking lot. It was just a way of doing my job. Just a way of keeping him secure.Eight years. Eight solid years I had been doing this job. Eight years of keeping Mr. Brent Caldwell and his household safe.But the one thing that left a bitter taste in my mouth was the task he had given me a few moments back right in his office. It was like someone handing me a shovel and asking me to dig my own grave without making a mess of it. Without letting the earth soil his clothes.That was the situation Brent Caldwell had put me in. That was the trap my boss had laid for me.To make matters worse, he had told me to get some private investigators to look for where that lady was

Orlena's POV. I didn't want to touch the cash Mr. Chris gave me. I had hidden it under my small bed, so I could go and get it whenever I needed urgent money. The little space I had rented was safe. No one could break into my apartment here.I slipped my feet into my shoes, which had grown a bit tight now because my feet had started swelling. I was in my second trimester, and my body was changing in ways I was still learning to accept.I stepped out of the house. For the first time in a long time, I could feel something like freedom, fresh and clean, the kind that comes from finally slipping out of the grip of Joan and the Caldwell family.I walked down the road just like everyone else. Cars and small buses passed me by. This was a quiet town in Alaska, a place that fit my budget perfectly. After buying groceries, I wanted to look around. Maybe I could find something, a supermarket that needed an extra hand, a shop with an opening, some kind of vacancy nearby that I could start wit

Joan's POV"His phone?" I squeezed my brows together, then quickly relaxed them.I had forgotten I was standing in front of Greg, the train personnel who had been given the responsibility of protecting the Caldwell family.I turned my phone face down against my thigh.He saw it. He noticed that. He knew there was something I was hiding.Thank God it was my phone.I turned and pointed to the lampstand where he had left it."There..."He smiled, walked over to it, and picked it up."Thanks..."He walked toward the door and left. I heard his shoes clicking against the floor until the sound disappeared beyond the doorway, like someone running away with a secret.Whatever Greg wanted to discuss with his boss wasn't my concern. My concern right now was making sure Special Agent Mark Collins didn't have any contact with Brent.I let out a little sigh, walked to the door, and locked it.I looked at the time on my phone.7:05 a.m. sharp.I dialed the office phone.It rang, and my PA picked it