Todos los capítulos de THE BILLIONAIRE'S CONTRACT WIFE : Capítulo 131 - Capítulo 140

Nathan's POV"I have something to tell you, and I need you to sit down first, because I am not entirely sure how steady my own hands are right now." Ellie stood in the doorway of my office that evening, her eyes bright with something I could not quite name yet, somewhere between fear and pure, unguarded joy.I set down the papers I had been reviewing and stood immediately, crossing the room to reach her before she had even finished speaking, my chest already tightening with concern. "Ellie, what is it? Is everyone alright? Is Rose okay, is Lily okay?""Everyone is fine," she said quickly, laughing softly despite the tears already gathering in her eyes, one hand pressed flat against her own stomach without her seeming to notice she had done it. "Better than fine, actually. Better than I even know how to explain properly."She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small folded piece of paper, her hands trembling slightly as she held it out to me. I took it carefully, unfolding it wit

Nathan’s POV“Some ghosts do not stay buried, son. Some of them just wait for the right moment to climb back out of the ground.” My father used to say that, and I never understood it until the night I read that letter twice more, alone, at two in the morning.I did not sleep. I sat in my office with every drawer of my father’s old filing cabinet pulled open, papers spread across the desk in messy stacks, searching for anything that might explain who Preston Hale was and why his name had never once come up in thirty years of family history.Ellie found me there just before dawn, still in her robe, two mugs of tea balanced carefully in her hands. She set one down beside me without a word and pulled a chair close, watching me sort through decades of old contracts and letters with the patience she always seemed to have for me even when I had none for myself.“You have not slept at all,” she said gently. It was not a question.“I could not,” I admitted, gesturing at the mess of papers spre

Nathan’s POV“I did not come here to take your company, Mr Cross. I came here because I am sixty one years old, and I would like to know my own family before I run out of time to ask.” Preston Hale’s voice shook slightly as he said it, and that shook me more than any threat could have.He was an older man, gray at the temples, with kind, tired eyes that reminded me uncomfortably of my father’s in old photographs. His attorney sat beside him in our conference room, a thin folder open in front of them, but Preston himself had not touched it once.He wore a simple gray suit that looked slightly too formal for him, the kind a man buys for a single important occasion and rarely wears again. His hands, folded carefully on the table, trembled just enough that I noticed, the trembling of someone far more nervous than dangerous.I had walked into that room expecting an adversary. What I found instead was an old man who looked like he had spent his whole life waiting for a conversation he was t

Nathan’s POV “He never left the country, Nathan. He has been forty minutes away this entire time, watching every single move this family made from a rented house under his housekeeper’s name.” Vanessa’s voice was flat and careful over the phone, the kind of careful that told me she had rehearsed how to say it without letting it sound as terrifying as it actually was. I sat in my office with Marcus and Sophie on speaker, the three of them walking me through every document Vanessa had pulled together over the last three weeks. Wire transfers. Property records. A rented house in Westchester registered under a name that traced back, after four separate shell companies, to Gerald himself. Outside my window, the city moved on the way it always did, oblivious to the small war being fought forty minutes north of it. I stared at the skyline for a long moment, trying to reconcile the version of Gerald I had grown up calling family with the man patiently orchestrating all of this from a rented

Nathan’s POV “He offered to disappear forever, Ellie, if I signed over my voting shares quietly and let him walk away with enough money to vanish for good. And for about four seconds, sitting in that hospital hallway, I actually considered saying yes.” I had never told her that part until now, and saying it out loud made my chest ache with shame. Ellie stared at me from the hospital bed, the monitor beside her still beeping in that same steady rhythm that had finally let both of us breathe again. “Nathan,” she said quietly, “you did not tell me that.” I felt my throat tighten at the disappointment I heard underneath her calm question, disappointment I knew I deserved. “I have spent so many years believing I had to carry the worst parts alone to keep everyone else safe,” I said. “It is a hard habit to break, even when I know better.” “You almost gave him what he wanted,” Ellie said softly, not unkindly, simply honest in the way she always was with me. “For four seconds, you said.”