All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Contract Wife Can't Let Go: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

Alex POV: Alex Sees The TruthI pull the rental Toyota up to the curb near the Holocaust Memorial Museum. It is barely 8:00 AM, and the morning air holds a boring whiteness over the city. Kelly Stanton is standing like a sentry on the sidewalk.He gives the rental a disgusted stare."Let's walk, Alex," he says, turning his back to the vehicle."You called me out here at eight in the morning telling me we need to meet ASAP, and now you just want to go for a stroll? What exactly is the emergency, Kelly?"Stanton doesn't answer right away. He sets off down the path at a leisurely pace. I stare at him for a moment before joining him. From this stretch of the National Mall, the Washington Monument juts out like a big unnatural sword against the pale, empty morning sky."Alex, it's a mess," Stanton says, his eyes fixed forward. "A complicated mess.""You can break down a mess over the phone," I point out."No. I wanted to tell you this in person," he replies, his voice thick with an unchara

Dana POV: Dana Is Off The HookI don't sleep for most of the night. I lie awake staring at the white plaster of the ceiling, watching the shadows shift as the hours slowly tick away, my mind spinning in endless, exhausting loops. By the time morning filters through the blinds, the world feels upside-down. I try to sit up, but a bout of weakness makes it impossible. My feet and my hands are heavy and trembling as if the blood in my veins have been replaced with liquid nitrogen. My mom takes one look at my pale face and immediately goes to work. She disappears and returns a little while later with a steaming bowl of hot chicken soup. I force myself to swallow a few spoonfuls and wash down a couple of aspirins with a glass of water.By mid-morning, the medication kicks in and takes the edge off the chills. Some of my strength returns. I am sitting on the edge of the bed when Jack walks into the room."What do you want to do today, Dana?" he asks quietly.I look down at my hands, shakin

Dana POV: Dana Gives Charles His Answer I check my watch for the third time in ten minutes and draw a sigh. Charles had texted saying he’d be here in ten minutes, but the clock is ticking past that mark. What on earth is keeping him?I lean back and look around the small, unassuming diner nestled on a quiet corner street downtown. The atmosphere inside is low-key. The perfect hiding spot from Jodie. Frankly, she’s probably too busy hiding from the law herself, considering federal marshals may be out on the streets trying to collar Fenton.I let out another long breath.The pretty young waitress steps up to my booth again, a order pad held ready in her hand. She offers me a warm, patient smile. "How about now, hun? Ready to order, or do you need a few more minutes for your friend?"I smile too. "Yeah, I'm ready now, please. Let's do it.""What'll it be?" she asks, and clicks her pen."I'll take the loaded breakfast platter, please," I tell her. "Thick buttermilk pancakes with maple

Dana POV: Charles, Alex: None Is Good For Her"He doesn't love you, Dana." He takes a step forward, his eyes locked on me, completely ignoring the man standing beside me. "Believe me, he doesn't."Charles bristles, his posture turns rigid as he steps defensively in front of me. "What the hell, man?” he says. “What do you think you're doing showing up at my house like this?"Alex turns his gaze to Charles, his jaw clenches tightly. "Shut up."He looks straight back at me, his eyes filled with such intensity that makes me hold my breath. "If you go inside that house with him right now, you ruin everything, Dana. This is not who you are, please. Don't do this to yourself," he pleads. A cold spike of confusion pierces through my exhaustion.I ask him, "How do you even know where his house is, Alex?"Charles doesn't give him a chance to answer. He grips my hand firmly, his fingers squeezing tight and says, "Come on, Dana. Let's just go inside. Ignore him."He pulls me forward, and my fe

Alex POV: Alex Lost His Spot In The Club of Eight Alphonso Orsini and his wife are staring at me in quiet astonishment. The living room is thick with competing tensions. Orsini looks visibly angry, his jaw tightly set, while his wife looks disappointed. Together, their expressions form a wall of judgment. It’s unclear which one of them is directing their emotional fallout at me, and which one is processing the information I just gave them. I had just delivered the news about Jodie’s pregnancy. The moment the words left my mouth, Orsini had immediately called his wife into the room to hear the announcement too. For the past ten seconds, neither of them has spoken a word. They are just analyzing me.Finally, Mrs. Orsini breaks the silence. She asks, "Are you positive, Alex, that the child isn't yours?""I am positive." Orsini looks at his wife. "See? I told you. He said he didn't love Jodie. He led her on from the very beginning."Mrs. Orsini gives her husband a warning look. "Al,