All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE'S CONTRACT WIFE : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Nathan’s POV“Grandma Rose, I need you to tell me the truth right now, because Sophie found something today that I think you have been carrying alone for far too long, and I cannot let you carry it by yourself anymore.”Rose’s hands stilled over the bread dough the moment Ellie spoke, flour dusting the counter as she slowly wiped her palms on her apron, her eyes suddenly distant in a way I had never seen before, decades of careful silence visible in the lines of her face.“I wondered when this would finally surface,” Rose said quietly, sitting down heavily at the small kitchen table, her hands still trembling slightly from more than just her work.Ellie sat across from her, gripping my hand tightly beneath the table, both of us bracing for whatever came next. “Grandma, please. We need to know everything.”Rose took a long, steadying breath, the kind that seemed to gather thirty years of held silence into a single moment. “Your grandfather helped a young woman once, many years before y

Nathan’s POV “Ellie, it has been six days, and I keep checking the mailbox like a man waiting for a verdict, because that is exactly what this feels like, like my whole family’s future hangs on one man’s decision.” She wrapped her arms around me from behind at the kitchen counter, Rosie babbling happily in her high chair nearby, smearing oatmeal across her tray with gleeful abandon, entirely indifferent to the tension humming through the rest of the house. “He might just need time,” she said gently. “Imagine receiving a letter like that out of nowhere. His entire understanding of his own family just cracked open too, the same way ours did.” Claire had taken to visiting almost daily since Sophie found Daniel’s name, each visit easing a little more of the guarded distance she had carried the first time she walked into Rose’s bakery. “I keep imagining what he looks like in person,” she admitted one afternoon, watching Rosie stack blocks on the living room floor. “Do you think he has

Nathan’s POV“I almost do not trust this feeling, Ellie, this quiet, because every time this family has known peace before, something has eventually come to take it away, and I do not know how to simply let myself enjoy it without watching the door.”Ellie laughed softly beside me, flour dusting her cheek from an afternoon spent teaching Rosie to press tiny handprints into cookie dough at Rose’s bakery, the whole shop smelling of vanilla and warm sugar. “Maybe,” she said, “peace does not always have to be the calm before another storm. Maybe sometimes it is simply allowed to just be peace, nothing more complicated than that.”Months passed gently after Daniel and Claire fully settled into our lives, family dinners becoming a regular Sunday tradition, Rosie growing more attached to her new aunt and uncle with every visit, her vocabulary expanding to include both their names among her very first clear words. Daniel’s architecture firm even took on the bakery’s expansion project, designi

Nathan’s POV“Sophie, tell me you found something in that fire investigation, because I refuse to spend one more night wondering if my family is safe inside our own home, wondering if the person responsible is still out there watching us.”Sophie spread the preliminary report across my desk the next morning, dark circles evident beneath her eyes from an entire sleepless night working alongside the fire marshal’s team, her coffee cup already empty and forgotten beside her papers. “The accelerant was confirmed,” she said carefully. “Deliberately set, timed for after closing hours specifically to avoid casualties. Whoever did this wanted to send a message, not hurt anyone directly, which honestly does not comfort me as much as it probably should.”“A message about what,” Ellie asked, exhaustion evident in her voice after a night spent comforting a frightened, restless Rosie who had woken twice screaming from nightmares neither of us could fully explain to her.Sophie hesitated before con

Nathan’s POV“Ellie, I need you to come outside right now, because Daniel just called, and I think you need to see the new blueprints in person before I say another single word about them, because I do not trust myself to explain it properly.”She followed me out to the bakery lot, Rosie balanced happily on my hip, the late summer sun casting warm gold light across the cleared construction site where the burned addition once stood, the scorched ground already cleared away and leveled smooth again.Daniel greeted us with rolled blueprints already spread across a folding table, Claire and Rose standing beside him, all three wearing matching expressions of quiet excitement they had clearly been suppressing all morning, their smiles barely contained.“We wanted to surprise you,” Daniel said, unrolling the largest sheet carefully, smoothing it flat against the table. “Rose mentioned something months ago that stuck with me, about your grandfather’s old promise between our families. I though