All Chapters of The Billionaire's Contract Wife: Six Months To Leave : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Orlena’s POV“It’s time for you to be discharged,” Dr. Jackson’s voice echoed through the room, a clipboard pressed against his chest.My body lay on the almost flattened foam they called a mattress. It felt as though I had been sleeping on a plank. Pain surged through my spine, spreading into every part of my body.“Now?” My voice cracked, strained at every word.“Nurse Margarita,” Dr. Jackson called. “Hand over the phone.”“We can’t afford to allow you to stay one more day.” I watched him collect the phone from the young nurse, who was looking at me as though she wished I would disappear. “I guess it’s high time you started calling people you know who may come and help you out of here.”“I don’t have anyone in this city,” I replied, each word coming out in painful bursts. “Why are you being so wicked? I just had surgery two days ago, and you people are forcing me out without proper recovery.”“We are sorry,” the doctor replied with a hard smile. “There is nothing we can do about tha

Zero's POV.“Grr… Grr…”I looked down at my phone. This made it the tenth time my phone had buzzed…Kenan, my boss… sorry, my fixer for Mr. Caldwell's lady, had been calling.I leaned back into the chair, my cigarette hanging between my fingers.I tapped it against the small metallic tray in front of me.Birds chirped above. I was in the woods. I had lived in the woods since I got back from jail…I had returned to this town to get my revenge on the Caldwells.My phone buzzed in front of me like it had been doing for the past few hours. I knew the lady had called Kenan to call me to order, but when it comes to anyone or anything that deals with the Caldwells, I just don't know how to hold back. I'm always ruthless. It was a message from my fixer, Mr. Kenan.It reads. Stay away from the woman. Deal with the family alone. You have the job… You have your cut… I had mine too… Deal closed.The words stared back at me from my phone screen. This made it the fifth time in the last few hou

Joan's POV.“No… no…” My lips trembled as I nodded slowly.“Y… yeah… v… very fine…”The words came out with a smile that did not reach my face.I looked up at Greg's face for a second before quickly looking away. I could feel my heartbeat in my chest. My fingers tightened around my phone.My knees buckled as a sharp jolt of electricity passed through them.I quickly steadied myself.I wrapped my phone tightly in my palm. The screen went black, and I pushed it against my thigh, shielding it as if my life depended on it.I could not let Brent see what was on that phone.Not now.Not when everything was already falling apart.Brent turned back to the bar. He lifted the glass in his hand and slowly swirled the vodka inside it. The liquid moved around the glass while his eyes remained fixed somewhere ahead of him.I watched him carefully.I could not move away from Brent's presence without giving him a reason to wonder what was wrong.One wrong movement. One strange look. One nervous breat

Joan's POV."Do you know Zero..." She asked, closing the distance between us...My stomach had started to rumble.My phone was still glued in my hand... Still ringing... Zero's name was still glued to the screen like a past that crawled into my presence without authorization."Zero?!" I coughed it out like poison."Yeah, Zero," Catherine replied, "that gold digger who put my late sister in a family way..."My throat squeezed tight, lips trembling.I watched Catherine sipping her coffee... But I couldn't find the right word to reply to her..."My mother sent him to that hellhole that he belongs to..." she said, "without mincing words."Rumors have it that he had managed to crawl back... From that rat hole... Seeking compensation..."Catherine burst into laughter..."I heard Brent is trying to bring him to the table to squeeze out a deal with him..." Her laughter came out louder, more terrifying."He should thank his stars that Mother wasn't around..." Catherine said. I watched her sip

Joan's POV.The address felt like I was being ordered to go kill the devil who resided in hell with my bare hands.My throat suddenly felt dry, like I had journeyed through a desert for days and been denied a single drop of water.My breath almost left me. I couldn't think properly. As I gripped the phone in my hand with my sweaty palm, I was drenched, fucking drenched to my pants I was fucking drenched down to my panties.Two fucking hours to produce 2 million dollars in cash in four tranches?I looked at the address again for the umpteenth time, hoping I had somehow read it wrong.I checked the time. It was running late. 8:45 p.m. on my wristwatch.Where would I get two million dollars in cash by this time? Even the richest woman in New York wouldn't have that kind of cash ready.I jumped out of the car. My feet raced back into the mansion, barely giving me time to close the door.There, Catherine was still on her laptop. The light of the laptop screen illuminated her face. "You a