All Chapters of The Billionaire's Contract Wife: Six Months To Leave : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Orlena's POVPim… pim…That was the beeping of the machine behind my back.My vision blurred, my eyes barely opened. A sharp pain, like needles poking into my skin, traveled through my spine.My head felt heavy, like it was made of stone. I could hardly feel my legs. My hand crept toward my stomach.My baby was there. A small pulse surged beneath my fingers.Then everything began to come together. My vision slowly returned.Like a thick, cloudy veil that had covered my eyes was gradually being removed. Just like a cocoon opening…My head throbbed badly, my brain pulsating like it was about to explode.I turned my head on the bed I was lying on, trying to check my surroundings, but I found myself in the ICU. No one was there, only the beeping of the lifesaving machine echoing into my eardrums like it was about to tear them apart.The smell of antiseptic and something I couldn't name hit my nostrils.I breathed heavily. All I knew was that I was in the hospital. The last thing I remembe

Orlena's POV. "Hello," the voice came into my ear.I stared at the phone, and my hand shook. It felt strange, like a gun pointed at my head. I turned it over once in my palm, like I could not believe I had finally picked up the phone to call. "Orlena?" The voice waited for me to answer, patient, like it had been sitting there all day just for this.Dr Gran's voice."Dr Gran!" I said, and I moved the phone to my other hand. My fingers were cold and damp with sweat.I grabbed the pillow beside me and pulled it against my back. It helped me sit up straight, straightened my hurt spine, and gave my back something to lean into."Thank God I finally reached you," I said. My voice was thick. I had to push the words out one at a time, like I was carrying them up a hill.I did not let him speak, nor could I afford the silence."Dr Gran, please, can you help me reach Mr Brent? The CSO? Please, it's urgent, sir."I stopped. My heart pounded in my ears, loud enough to drown out my own breathing.

Joan’s POVMy heart dropped immediately into my stomach.The moment Mr. Henry ended the call, the hair on my body stood on end; I didn't know what to do.“Fuck!” I muttered angrily. That bloody idiot wouldn't stop until he saw me locked behind bars.My heart rammed against my chest, pounding so hard I could barely think. Every hair on my body stood erect like an antenna.I stood up from the bed. Intense heat gathered between my legs as a wave of fear and uncertainty coursed through my spine. My brain throbbed as though it was about to explode.“Detective Mark Collins,” I muttered under my breath. “I know you won't leave my back. Until I find a way to deal with you, you'll truly become a fishbone stuck in my throat.”I checked the time. It was 4:30 p.m.I was surprised that Brent hadn't come back yet. Perhaps he had been held up. Maybe there was an intense meeting that had dragged on until the late hours of the afternoon.But that wasn't my issue now.The issue was Agent Collins.His

Joan's POV.I stepped out of the club arena and drove out to the main street. I had changed back into the dress I wore out of the house.Something elegant. Like someone passing through and passing time with friends.I checked my wristwatch. It was late. Around 10 p.m., Brent would have been home by now.I increased the speed of the car. I didn't want him raising eyebrows or questioning my whereabouts, since I knew he would have gotten home hours earlier.For the first time in a very long while, relief washed over me. My heart leaped with joy. I couldn't wait for the time Detective Collins would finally be a thing of the past.Though I was just waiting, just counting down to the time that I would receive the call from the executioner that the work had been done.My heart raced to Orlena, wondering where she had been by now... The idiots that had caused all these problems... I hoped she burned in hell. I hoped she would never deliver that baby. Because if she had not come into Brent's l

GREG'S POVI stood still right behind the door. Likewise, Tim, my subordinate.My other team member who came with us was outside… Tim and I exchanged glances behind our dark shades as we strained our ears, and just that a little portion of what Boss and Dr. Gran were discussing right in the office started falling into our ears.Anytime that small portion reached our ears, we slightly exchanged glances but behaved like we didn't hear.That wasn't part of our code of conduct, our duty was to be professional and keep Mr. Brent Caldwell safe and secure.I stood still in front of the door, the wireless cord attached to the back of my ear.But everything they were discussing wasn't really my concern.But my only concern was the warning Mr. Brent Caldwell dished out to me in his office before coming here was what troubled me.My heart rammed against my chest, the words echoed several times within my brain, like kids playing soccer between tight walls."The day I hear you having any privy kn