All Chapters of My Contract Marriage with the CEO: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Julian's office door was shoved open violently without a single knock, making him startle as his gaze immediately shifted from his computer screen to the door.Julian's brow furrowed deeply seeing Paula walk into his workspace so abruptly.Paula stepped inside with a face that still retained the annoyance she had brought from the Richter Company, her high heels clicking loudly against the marble floor, her eyes narrowing sharply the moment she saw Julian sitting calmly behind his desk."Julian," Paula called out, her voice trembling with anger that had not fully subsided. "Are you still in contact with Eleanor?"Julian frowned, placing his pen down slowly. "What do you mean? In contact how? Why are you suddenly asking that? You know very well my relationship with Eleanor ended since that night.""Don't pretend you don't understand!" Paula approached, stopping right in front of Julian's desk with her breath still coming in gasps. "She must still be holding a grudge against me, and that

The iron gates of the Hazelwood estate opened slowly as Paula's car came to a halt in front of them. Garden lights lined the driveway, reflecting off the calm surface of the pond as if this grand estate had never known chaos. Paula stepped out of the car without waiting for her driver to open the door. Her heels clicked sharply against the stone floor, far too fast for a woman who usually walked as if the entire world were waiting for her. "Miss, Mr. Edmund is asking for you in his study," a servant said the moment Paula passed through the main entrance. Paula's steps paused for half a second. Just half a second, but it was enough for the servant to bow deeper. "Now?" Paula's expression turned slightly irritated, her mood already soured. "He has been waiting since evening, Miss," the servant replied, keeping her head bowed. Paula took a breath, smoothed a stray strand of hair from her temple, and lifted her chin. She walked toward the study at the end of the corridor wit

The first light of dawn was just touching the edge of the curtains when Eleanor opened her eyes.The first thing she noticed was that the side of the bed next to her was already empty. The second was a small black suitcase standing near the door.Archie stood in front of the mirror, buttoning his shirt cuffs with movements that were slower than usual. His gray suit jacket was draped over the arm of a chair. Beneath his eyes were dark shadows that could not be hidden—a clear sign that he had barely slept all night."Mr. Archie?" Eleanor's voice was still raspy. "Where are you going so early? And... that suitcase?"Archie turned around. "The grand opening of the first phase of the shopping center in the neighboring city. The investors and bank representatives will be there; I can't delegate it." He paused briefly, as though he hadn't planned his next sentence. "I tried to push it back last night. I couldn't.""For how long?" Eleanor was suddenly curious."Until tomorrow night," Archie r

The wooden planks of the pier creaked beneath their steps. Every few meters, gaps between the boards revealed the dark water below, moving slowly, making almost no sound.Greta stopped at the far end of the pier, beneath a single flickering light. She stared for a long time at the mirror-like black lake, turning her back to Eleanor."You know, I've imagined this night countless times," Greta finally spoke. The sweet tone she had used earlier in front of Grace had vanished, leaving behind a voice that was flat and cold.Eleanor stopped two paces behind her. Her hand brushed against the shaky wooden railing. "You said you wanted to talk.""I do." Greta slowly turned around. There was no longer any smile on her face. "I just wanted to see your face one last time before I ask you one thing. How much did Archie pay you?"Eleanor blinked. "What?""Don't play dumb." Greta stepped closer. "I've known Archibald Richter since we were teenagers. He never glances at anyone. Not me, not any woman.

The mountain road was dark, foggy, and full of sharp turns. Archie's black sedan sped far above safe limits, its headlights sweeping across pine trunks that flashed past like shadows.Sam sat in the passenger seat with one hand gripping the grab handle and the other holding his phone. "The local police just arrived there, Sir. An ambulance from the nearest village has also been dispatched. Margaret has arrived with the security team as well."Archie did not answer. His eyes remained fixed on the road ahead, his jaw clenched so tightly that the muscles in his temples throbbed. Only one thought echoed in his mind: the broken toilet door, Eleanor huddled on the floor with her wet face. And this time, he wasn't there to break anything down."Sir," Sam said cautiously, "you need to calm down.""I am calm," Archie replied flatly. His voice was barely audible, and precisely for that reason, it sounded dangerous.After driving through the heavy tension for a while, they arrived at the Hazelwo