Todos los capítulos de THE BILLIONAIRE'S CONTRACT WIFE : Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

Ellie’s POV“If Gerald gets to that boardroom first with his own version of events, he is going to spin every single thing we just uncovered into proof that Nathan is unstable and unfit to run this company, and we have less than two hours to stop him,” Marcus said, already moving down the hallway at a pace that made me nearly jog to keep up.Nathan was on the phone beside me, his voice low and controlled in a way that told me exactly how much effort it was taking him to sound calm. “Get Vanessa on the line,” he said to Marcus. “If her father is in that room, I want to know before we walk in, not after.”I had spent the whole ride to Cross Tower with my stomach in knots, torn between the fury I still carried from the hallway the night before and the strange, steadying clarity of having a common enemy to fight. Whatever Nathan and I still needed to work out between us, it would have to wait. Gerald had spent months building a war designed to end us both, and I was not about to let him w

Ellie’s POV“I came here today knowing it would probably end my father’s career and mine along with it, and I want you both to know I would do it again, because some things matter more than what my family expected of me,” Vanessa said, standing in the quiet hallway outside the boardroom after the vote had finally concluded.Gerald had been removed from the company unanimously, stripped of every title he had spent decades protecting, and the news was already spreading through the building in hushed, urgent whispers. I stood beside Nathan, still processing the strange whiplash of watching a man who had terrorized us for months walk out of a boardroom in complete disgrace, when Vanessa approached us alone, her usual polish replaced by something rawer, more exposed than I had ever seen from her.“You did not have to turn on your own father,” I said carefully, still uncertain how to feel about a woman who had once made it very clear she did not intend to disappear quietly.“I did, actually

Ellie’s POV“Are you staying forever this time, or is forever one of those grown up words that actually means until something goes wrong again,” Lily asked me over breakfast, so bluntly that I nearly choked on my coffee.Three weeks had passed since the boardroom, since Gerald’s removal, since the letter Nathan had read alone that first night and refused to share even with me, saying only that some things needed time before they could be spoken out loud. I had moved back into the apartment slowly, carefully, not with the same certainty I had felt signing the original contract, but with something steadier, something chosen fresh each morning instead of assumed.“That is a very fair question,” I said, setting down my mug and giving Lily my full attention, because she deserved that much honesty after everything the last eight months had put her through. “I am staying because I want to, Lily. Not because of a contract, not because of your brother’s company, not because of anything except

Ellie’s POV“I am not asking you this because a will demanded it, or because a letter from forty years ago expected it, I am asking you because I cannot picture a single morning of the rest of my life without you standing in it,” Nathan said, kneeling on the sidewalk outside my grandfather’s bakery with a small velvet box open in his trembling hands.I stood frozen for a moment, the whole world narrowing down to the streetlight above us, the faint smell of cinnamon still drifting from the closed bakery behind me, and the man I had once doused with coffee now looking up at me like I was the only thing that mattered in the entire city. Somewhere behind my ribs, every fear I had carried since that first eviction notice, every threat, every secret, every night I had spent unsure whether any of this was real, finally went quiet.“Nathan,” I whispered, my hands flying to my mouth. “You already asked me once. We are already married.”“I know,” he said, a smile breaking across his face, the s

Ellie’s POV“Rose, why is there a letter on the counter with Gerald Cross’s law firm’s return address, and why does it look like someone already tried to throw it away twice,” I asked, holding the crumpled envelope up like it might bite me.We had come home from the lake house two days after Marcus’s call, and I had spent both of those days trying to act normal for Rose’s sake, smiling through the bakery’s morning rush, pretending my hands were not shaking every time the bell over the door rang. Rose had built this place back up from nothing after the eviction notice. I refused to let Gerald’s shadow fall over it again, not even for a single ruined afternoon.But the letter on the counter made that promise a lot harder to keep.“It came yesterday,” Rose admitted, not looking up from the dough she was kneading, though her hands had gone tense in a way thirty years of baking should have made impossible to fake. “I did not want to worry you before you had even unpacked.”“Rose, we talked