A Contractual Affair: Falling For The Billionaire's Step son のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

Mark's POV "Ahh, the brown envelope," My memory flashed back; as Mr. George and Juliet approached my mom, I seemed to have been overshadowed by different thoughts, having forgotten the brown envelope Erick gave me, containing information about who was trying to kill my mom.I was supposed to open and check it on the plane, but I kept it immediately when I met Tracia and became friends till we arrived in London. "Thank goodness I didn't open it while we chit-chat," I whispered to myself, my eyes fixed on Tracia and Mia, sitting at the right corner of the room. "Who could have thought she's related to Mia?" I asked inwardly, But right now, I'm so eager to reveal what's in it. "Mr. Will definitely be in the envelope. "Mark, I'm so sorry for all these; it's my fault she's here." Mr. George muttered, his deep voice barely audible, as he stood in front of me, but while he was busy pretending to care about my mom, my whole attraction was Juliet, standing like a pole behind him.I remained

Mr George's POV"I dare any of them who's bold enough to go against my new rules," I whispered to myself, my eyes blazing with fury, as I glanced through the beautiful views of London Dockland through the transparent window glass of my dimly lit office.My mind is still hooked with the thoughts of who could have been the mole that attacked my wife in my own mansion. "What effrontery, Lorenzo, is there?" I blurted and clenched my fist. "If only I find the mole, then I will know who to channel all this rage to." I thought, exhausting my anger with a punch to the table. Meanwhile, I neglected the continuous ringing of my phone, which lay flat on the flat polished wooden table behind me. I heard it but never took interest in receiving any calls. I am overshadowed by the fears and anger burning deeply inside me."My life isn't safe until I find whoever the mole is," I thought inwardly to myself, "I can't die with just a blow from Lorenzo," I whispered to myself; my heart skipped a beat.I

Mia's POV"George should be the one in a coma instead of Mrs. Claire," I thought, my heart filled with burning hatred for Mr. George, a dedicated, cruel personality that doesn't care about other people's feelings.I still haven't gotten over the rage I felt for him whenever I see him, especially after I knew he was the one that impregnated my sister, Tracy. He has no remorse for anyone whatsoever.He continues to live in luxury, luxury filled with bloodshed of innocent people. If I had my way, I would've killed him with food poison.My mind reeled on different thoughts as I stood in my small kitchen, preparing to cook my favorite morning meal, "Creamy Tomato Pasta Bake." I have my ingredients all placed on the flat kitchen platform, which are 8 oz pasta, 2 cups cherry tomatoes, halved, 1 cup grated mozzarella cheese, 1/2 cup grated parmesan cheese, 1/4 cup olive oil, and 2 cloves garlic, minced, 1 tsp dried basil, Salt and pepper to taste, all to complete my creamy tomato pasta bake."

Olivia's POV"Alex, you hurt me every time," I blurted out, my voice low and menacing, as he stood in front of me, blocking my way in the dimly lit room.But no matter how heavy the cross may be, the weight would be mine to carry in my heart—a heart once soft as a drop of water, but now shattered by the very person who was supposed to protect it from harm."I never meant for this to happen to us," he whispered, his trembling voice barely audible. "I just couldn't withstand temptation from Diana," "You can't withstand the temptations from Diana, and you are telling me that?" I froze, A wave of anger washed over me as I heard the name Diana. "You mean, the lady with you was Diana Ross?" I asked, my voice laced with anger. "The same Diana you've been tempted by?" He couldn't respond anymore, his eyes fixed on me in guilt."Let this slide because of our unborn child," he requested, his voice laced with seriousness; his question gave me another sense of humor: "How did he find out I was

ALEX'S POV"This silver Jeep has been trailing since I left the Supermart, I whispered to myself while I fixed my gentle gaze on the small mirror above my head.My heart skipped a beat when I saw it move simultaneously with me, sending a surge of fear through my body."That car is following me," I whispered to myself, "But why?" I asked, my eyes still fixed on the side mirror, as I steered to navigate away from the supermarket, speeding off past all the beautiful buildings, shops, and cafeterias.As I sped off, my mind reeled on what to do. "I need to know if truly the car was following me," I mused thoughtfully, and the only crazy idea I came up with was to stop and park behind a damaged white car that has lost its two front tires, and the other two tires are also lessened.That was about 4 blocks from my house; I deliberately stopped to see if the car would cease tailing me. "Let's see if you'll follow now," I muttered under my breath, my voice barely audible. Then I widened my eyes