Todos los capítulos de THE BILLIONAIRE'S CONTRACT WIFE : Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

Ellie’s POV. “I have been in love with Marcus since the week he found the evidence that saved your marriage, Ellie, and I have been too much of a coward to tell either of you until right now,” Sophie blurted out over two untouched mugs of coffee, her face going red the instant the words left her mouth.I nearly dropped my own mug. In all the chaos of the last year, wedding scandals and threatening texts and Gerald’s endless schemes, I had somehow missed that my best friend had fallen for the quiet, sharp eyed lawyer who had helped rebuild my entire life.“Sophie,” I said slowly, setting my coffee down. “How long is a week, exactly.”“Eleven months,” she admitted, burying her face in her hands. “Eleven months of pretending I was only ever helping him with the case files.”I laughed, delighted despite myself, reaching across the table to pull her hands away from her face. “Why did you never say anything.”“Because you were fighting for your marriage,” she said. “Because Nathan was figh

Ellie’s POV“Ellie, there is a man outside the school gates who has been photographing Lily for the last ten minutes, and I do not think he is one of the parents,” Sophie hissed into her phone, and my entire body went cold before she had even finished the sentence.I had come to Lily’s school recital that afternoon on my own, Nathan stuck in a meeting that had run long, promising to meet us there before the second act. Sophie had come along for moral support, standing near the back of the auditorium courtyard while Lily practiced her lines one last time with her class before the doors opened.“Where,” I said, already moving, my heart hammering against my ribs.“By the black car near the side entrance,” Sophie repeated, keeping pace beside me, her own voice tight with a fear that matched mine exactly. “Ellie, I have covered enough press events with you and Nathan to know what an ordinary paparazzi shot looks like. This is not that. This man has been standing in the exact same spot for

Ellie’s POV“The partial plate you gave the private investigator traced back to a car registered under a press agency Vanessa Cole used to freelance for years before any of us ever met her, and I think you need to sit down for the rest of this conversation,” Marcus said over the phone the following afternoon.My stomach dropped straight to the floor. Vanessa had spent the last several months slowly rebuilding trust with all of us, ever since her unexpected help had turned the tide against Gerald’s conspiracy. I had genuinely believed we were past suspecting her of anything. Apparently I had believed that too soon.“Marcus, please tell me she has nothing to do with a stranger photographing a ten year old,” I said, my voice tight with a fear I could not fully name yet.“I do not believe she authorized any of it,” he said carefully. “But I want to walk you through exactly what I found before you jump to conclusions either way, because the picture is more complicated than a simple yes or

Ellie’s POV“Ellie, it is your grandmother, you need to come to the hospital right now, she collapsed at the bakery this morning and the paramedics are already on their way there,” Marta the morning baker said, her voice shaking so hard I almost could not understand the words at all.I do not remember getting dressed. I do not remember the drive, or telling Nathan where we were going, or how quickly he appeared beside me in the car despite still being half asleep when the call came through. All I remember is the terrible white silence of the hospital hallway, and a doctor’s careful, measured face delivering news I was not ready to hear.“Your grandmother is stable,” the doctor said, and I felt my knees nearly give out with relief before he finished the sentence. “But I want to be honest with you. This was a cardiac event, not a fainting spell. She is going to need rest, medication, and some significant changes to how much time she spends on her feet every day.”“She is seventy eight y

Ellie’s POV“Nathan, I need you to come home right now, and please do not ask me anything else over the phone because I genuinely do not think I can say the words out loud yet without falling apart completely,” I said, my hands shaking so badly I nearly dropped the small white test sitting on the bathroom counter.He arrived home in what must have been record time, bursting through the front door with the particular panic of a man who had spent the past year expecting every phone call to be bad news. I met him in the hallway, and one look at my face must have told him this was different, because his fear immediately softened into confused concern.“Ellie, what is wrong,” he asked, pulling me gently by the shoulders. “You are shaking.”I could not speak. Instead, I held out the small test still clutched in my hand, watching his face as understanding slowly dawned across it, replacing fear with something I had never seen him wear before in the entire year I had known him.“Is this,” he