Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Billionaire’s Contract Wife Can't Let Go: Kabanata 161 - Kabanata 170

Dana POV: Mom Talks To Jack About Lori"You sound completely dismal," I say, the silence between us, becoming uncomfortable. "Who exactly is this guy?"Alex shifts his weight, his fingers tapping a tense, rapid rhythm on the table. He says, "Apparently, he is the man I absolutely must see in the next three hours, or I'll have to face some very severe consequences. But don't worry about that right now. I do have a question, Dana.""Shoot."He looks directly into my eyes. "Is it true what Stanton told me? That you love me?"I feel a sudden, intense wave of heat rush up my face. I did not expect that one. And why on earth would he ask me something so deeply personal in such a blunt, forward manner? It feels entirely ungentlemanly, like a trap. I let out a sharp sigh, snapping my head away to look out the restaurant window."What does it even matter, Alex? Honestly," I mutter. "Besides, we shouldn't even be having this kind of discussion seeing as you have Jodie in your life. And she is

Dana POV: Dana Needs To Get Lawyer"It sounded odd that he'd say that," Jack says, his voice breaking the silence. "I didn't ask him what it meant. But looking at your face right now, it looks like you know exactly what he was talking about."My mind flashes violently back to that devastating night I left the penthouse, the night Alex forced me to sign those divorce papers in Kelly Stanton's office. I swallow a hard ball in my throat, the phantom taste of bile rising up as I remember how hot and painful the air felt, the suffocating shock of realizing our contract marriage had officially come to an end.I let out a shaky sigh. Jack steps closer to me, and up close, I can see the raw, crimson rimming of his eyes. It looks like he has finally had a desperate cry of his own while I was upstairs."Do you want to sit down?" he asks softly.I simply nod, my legs feeling like water as I sink onto the sofa."I'll get you some water," Jack says, turning toward the kitchen.A tight, bittersweet

Dana POV: There Was No One But YouI am right in the middle of a crowded supermarket parking lot when my phone vibrates in my pocket. My hands are loaded, and I am struggling to wrestle four heavy canvas shopping bags into the back trunk of the car while the afternoon wind whips around me.Cindy is having her own struggle trying to climb into the backseat. She is stubbornly dragging a huge fluffy teddy bear I just bought for her at the toy store. Giving up on a dignified entrance, Cindy climbs right on top of the bear's oversized stomach, using it as a stepping stool, and immediately begins fishing through one of the open grocery bags for a pack of snacks.Lately, she has been gorging on junk food at home. Ever since the news about Lori, Jack has been shamelessly indulging her every single whim. I honestly think Jack is trying to ruin his daughter’s life by giving her whatever she wants just to keep a smile on her face. I’ve told him more than once that it isn’t good parenting to sati

Alex POV: A Ring For Jodie Al Orsini's private vault is staggering. He leads me deep into the mansion, through a heavy security door, and into a climate controlled room hidden behind floor-to-ceiling glass walls. The sheer volume of wealth reflecting under the recessed lighting makes my head spin."Step over here, Alex," Al says, tapping a biometric scanner on one of the central displays. The glass case slides open with a whisper of pneumatic pressure. He reaches inside and pulls out a platinum band holding a flawless, deep-blue sapphire. "Look at the depth of this stone,” he says, “This is a twenty-carat Ceylon sapphire. I acquired this in auction back in ninety-four, right after a fierce bidding war with a French tech mogul. It cost me nearly two million back then, but the real value is sentimental. Becca wore it on our tenth anniversary cruise through the Mediterranean. She said it matched the color of the Ionian Sea, but honestly, she just wanted to outshine the shipping magn

Dana POV: Dana Travis Not Dana Witting Chloe Pennington is a plump, middle-aged woman who radiates a no-nonsense air. When we shake hands in the reception area of her firm, there is an instant warmth to her grip that tells me that she is a woman juggling a busy home life with a thriving career, undoubtedly married with children."I like you already, Dana," Chloe says, her hazel eyes scanning me with approval. "You are exactly right on time. Wait . . . is that Sauvage? Your perfume?"I offer a faint smile, the first one I've managed since landing at LAX. I say, "Yeah.""Now I am absolutely buying a bottle for myself," Chloe says, chuckling as she motions for me to follow her. "My husband bought one for my birthday months ago, but I never actually tried it. I just let it sit in my vanity collection. Come, let's get you some coffee, and then we begin. I understand you lived here in LA before?""Beverly Hills," I reply.She nods understandingly. She walks ahead of me down a long, beauti