All Chapters of The Billionaire's Contract Bride: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Sarah's POV“Did you do it, Kael? Have you been secretly recording us? The café, the texts, all our conversations? Is that how Eleanor got the screenshots?”He blinked, genuine confusion crossing his face. “What? Sarah, no. I would never…”“Don’t lie to me.” I took a step closer, clutching the strap of my bag, with my heart hammering. “She had printed messages. My words to you after the gala. All our conversations. And she mentioned security cameras catching us. How else would she know details? You’ve always been around the art scene. You know everything about me. You've been acting like you're protecting me by keeping evidence or... or something. You've been spying on me, feeding her information…”Kael set the canvas aside fully and moved toward me, hands raised in surrender. His dark eyes were wide with shock. “Sarah, stop. I’m not spying on you. I swear it. I have no idea what cameras she’s talking about. That’s insane. She's trying to play with your intelligence and you're falling

Sarah's POVThe sleek glass tower housing Carla Ruiz’s offices gleamed under the midday sun three days later. I stepped out of the town car Adrian had insisted on providing, smoothing down my tailored beige dress. It was professional, modest, Eleanor-approved.My heart beat faster than it should for a simple business meeting.Carla’s assistant greeted me in the sleek lobby and escorted me to the twentieth-floor conference room. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a sweeping view of the river, with sunlight dancing on the water.Carla rose from the head of the long table, her navy pantsuit sharp and confident, dark hair in its signature sleek bun. Her smile was warm.“Sarah. Right on time. I’m glad you could make it.” She gestured to a chair beside her, where coffee and a light spread of fruit and pastries waited.I managed a small smile, settling in. “Thank you for meeting me again.”“You're welcome,” Carla replied, with a polished smile. “Shall we get straight to it?”“Absolutely,” I re

Sarah's POV Marko Sinclair, my father, sat across from me, his face flushed with urgency. His usual composed accountant demeanor was gone, replaced by sharp eyes and clenched hands around his coffee cup. “Sarah,” he called my name, leaning in, “I heard about Carla Ruiz’s proposal, Canvas Renewal. She contacted my office this morning. The art therapy pilot. This is a major opportunity, and I heard she met with you before giving Adrian the contract.” I paused, mug halfway to my lips. “The Moretti contract? Dad, is that the reason you called me out. The contract was for the Moretti Company.” “Exactly,” he pressed, voice low but intense. “The contract we have with the Moretti family business is hanging by a thread. They’ve been our biggest backers since the merger with Moretti influence. If you can shift this contract to my name, it will strengthen our position, secure more funding flow, and keep our company moving without any fear of going bankrupt. You need to convince Carla Ru

Sarah's POVI had changed into my nightgown early and was already under the covers when Adrian finally entered. He moved with his usual quiet mood, unbuttoning his shirt without looking at me at first.I waited until he climbed into bed before speaking, my voice barely above a whisper. “Adrian,” I said softly, sitting up against the pillows. “Can we talk? Please.”He paused, adjusting his pillow. “Talk? What should we talk about?”I turned toward him, pulling the duvet closer to my chest like a shield. “It's about mother,” I said. My eyes were still swollen from the tears I had shed earlier in the sitting room. “The way she treats me. It’s getting harder to bear. Every day, it feels like I'm living miserably. I'm tired. Please… help me talk to her. I beg you.”Adrian sighed softly. “Sarah, she’s only trying to help you adjust. You know that.”“Help?” My voice cracked. “She speaks to me like I’m a child who keeps embarrassing the family. Always say all types of words to me. Today, she

Sarah's POV“Mrs. Sarah,” Mr. Thomas, the chief security, called, while holding the gate. “I’m afraid I can’t let you leave today.”I stopped, blinking in confusion. “What? Thomas, When did that one start? Open the gate, please. I need to get out of here.”He shook his head, avoiding my eyes. “Orders from Mr. Adrian and Mrs. Eleanor, ma’am. You’re not allowed to leave the premises until further notice. I’m sorry.”The words landed like a slap. I stared at him, my chest tightening. “Orders? I’m not a prisoner. This is my home. Let me through.”“I can’t, ma’am,” Thomas repeated gently. “They were very clear. If I do, I'll lose my job.”Humiliation burned through me. I turned on my heel, marching back up the driveway with angry tears stinging my eyes. My steps quickened into something close to a run as I re-entered the house, the door slamming behind me louder than I intended.I stormed straight into the sitting room. Adrian sat on the leather sofa reviewing papers, while Eleanor lounged