THE CONTRACT WIFE: A ONE NIGHT STAND BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE

Zara’s POV

Lucas took our kids to Toms’ World first, while Antoinette and I decided to find a nearby coffee shop. We stumbled upon a delightful little spot with chocolate brown walls, cozy tables, and friendly customer service. The aroma of the place was enchanting, a harmonious blend of bitter and sweet chocolate scents.

As we settled in, we both ordered our preferred coffees. I chose a rich and indulgent dark chocolate brew, while Antoinette opted for a creamy latte. To accompany our drinks, we treated ourselves to a slice of mouthwatering blueberry cheesecake. The combination felt wonderfully nostalgic, evoking cherished memories.

Lost in the moment, I couldn’t help but reflect and yearn for what once was.

“What do you miss, Antoinette? If only we could turn back time,” I mused, casting a wistful gaze at my ring finger.

She responded with a tinge of sadness in her eyes, “It’s heartbreaking to think how everything unfolded. It feels more tragic than the tale of Romeo and Juliet. If only I had known sooner… If only we had the chance to correct it all.”

Regret filled my voice as I pondered the possibilities. If only I had known earlier, perhaps I could have rejected Nick properly, allowing him to find someone else. Antoinette let out a heavy sigh, taking a sip of her coffee before settling down to talk.

“On the other hand, Zara, I must admit it’s partly my fault too. I knew that Nick had feelings for you since our college days, but I didn’t intervene because I enjoyed his pursuit. That’s why, during our college years, I tried to ship both of you… Your grandfather was quite the matchmaker.”

I interjected, contemplating the undeniable truth that some things, no matter how we fight against them, simply aren’t meant to be.

“It’s not like we were destined to be together, Antoinette. There are circumstances that we can’t change, no matter how hard we try. If something else is meant for us, we cannot escape it.”

At the end of the day, destiny is merely another way of referring to our path-the choices that lead to our happiness or lack thereof. It becomes a matter of weighing the opportunity cost and seeking our own happiness.

Antoinette admitted, “I stopped shipping the two of you because, first and foremost, you were already married. I hoped that Nick would give up and move on! But who could have predicted that blind love would drive him to such lengths?”

The fact was undeniable, and I couldn’t help but feel a mix of sympathy and lingering anger towards Nick.

“There is still a scar in my heart, Antoinette. It’s not easy to forgive the weight of his transgressions, both for me and for us. It will take time to heal those wounds. Forgiveness is not something that can be rushed,” I confessed, acknowledging the profound impact his actions had on us.

The wounds he inflicted cannot be easily mended.

“I agree, Zara. Forgiveness is a complex process, and as mere humans, we have the right to take our time. Life isn’t easy, and forgiveness even less so. I can’t say for certain how I would handle such a situation,” Antoinette sighed, recognizing the immense challenge that forgiveness poses.Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

“That’s why, as soon as I discovered everything, I did my best to return to the Claybourne. I had been working in Italy for two years on a business contract and expansion. I never suspected that the letter we received wasn’t yours. In that note, you had clearly expressed your unwillingness to marry. I overlooked the fact that Nick could mimic your handwriting. All the signs and answers were right in front of us, yet we failed to notice,” I lamented, realizing how oblivious we had been.

“This serves as a lesson for both of us, Antoinette. A scar that will remain etched in our minds for a long time. Nick has taught me a valuable lesson-that trust can be tarnished and love has the power to build or destroy someone. Love isn’t always about beauty. It carries the weight of doubt,” I said, picking up my phone as I noticed my husband looking for me.

Our children were tired and in need of a nap.

“Let’s pray that someday Nick will change. That was the conversation Antoinette and I had,” I shared, hoping for a positive transformation in Nick’s character.

I informed her about my daughter Bless’ upcoming welcome party, which would take place the following week. Thankfully, her schedule remained clear, and she would bring her son, who was only one year younger than Lucas, to join in the celebration.

Reluctantly, we said our goodbyes, exchanging contact information once again. We parted ways, with a lingering feeling of missing each other. True friendships are meant to last, even if we don’t see each other frequently.

I made my way to the parking lot, where my husband was already waiting. Our two sons were asleep inside the van, exhausted from their day of play. They had a fantastic time, and I was grateful for that.

In my own childhood, I had limited opportunities for play, as there was no one to watch over me. My grandfather was busy as a captain, and my mother, a school principal, carried many responsibilities at the time. I had to behave within the confines of our home.

Now, I yearned to provide my children with a life filled with experiences I never had. It wasn’t because my own childhood was lacking, but because I wanted them to encounter the joys I had missed.

As we sat inside the van, Lucas and I held hands, content with the blessings we had. I felt incredibly fortunate to have him by my side. Our journey together had been long and arduous, but we knew there would be more moments of both joy and pain.

Three days later, we visited my mom and grandpa’s house. Mom was brimming with excitement and joy, adoring our youngest Bless. She couldn’t help but mention how much he resembled me as a child, in terms of cuteness. Meanwhile, Grandpa had enlisted the help of our eldest, Enrique, in tending to the small urban garden at the back of the house.

“My grandson found this adorable. Let’s go and have some cookies. Just give me a moment, and I’ll fetch the muffins from the kitchen before I take my handsome grandson and his grandfather to the backyard. I’ll leave you two here in the living room,” Mom said, leaving us momentarily.

My son joyfully devours the cookies I hand him, his eyes sparkling with delight. Lucas, my husband, is currently at work, shouldering the immense responsibilities that come with being the CEO of our company. Despite his busy schedule, he always remains a devoted family man.

One of the things I admire most about Lucas is his ability to separate his personal problems from his work life. It’s a quality that not everyone possesses, as many struggle to leave their worries behind when they step into their workplace or school. But Lucas has mastered the art of compartmentalization, and that’s something I truly love about him.

“Mom, do I really look like you?”

Soon enough, my blessed little boy will grow into a fine young man. And by chance, he has inherited the Adams’ striking features, which draw attention whenever we step outside our house. My son is truly a sight to behold.

The Blackwoods, our family, are a breed apart. There’s a certain aura that surrounds us, an inexplicable radiance that accompanies our presence. And my youngest child, with her captivating charm, is living proof of that.

Even her older brother, Enrique, possesses a charisma that captivates hearts. They truly are a pair to be reckoned with, and sometimes I can’t help but feel sorry for the souls who will inevitably fall under their spell.

When Bless transitions into womanhood, I suspect that this overprotective nature will persist, with both his dad and brother keeping a watchful eye. They can be possessive at times, but it’s their way of showing love and concern. Truth be told, even I can’t help but be a bit overbearing with them. It’s just part of our nature as a family.

There are many qualities that my eldest can inherit from his father, and one of them is undoubtedly being a remarkable parent. It’s fascinating how certain traits are passed down through generations, shaping the way we navigate parenthood. It’s a beautiful connection that binds us together.

“Yes, my child, you are incredibly beautiful and adorable. Your fair complexion, your button nose, your lovely face…” I express my adoration, unable to contain my affection for my youngest son, Lucas.

“Really, Mom? I hope I can see all those things too. I want to see the colors of flowers, rainbows, dogs, and even my brother’s drawings. I hope darkness doesn’t overshadow everything,” my daughter replies, his innocent hope shining through her words.

It breaks my heart to know that he yearns for something he hasn’t experienced fully.

Indeed, it’s heart-wrenching to think that my daughter has to endure such hardships. She should be shielded from the difficulties and trials that should be ours alone. If it were possible, I would willingly give my eyes to her, just so she can see the world in all its beauty.

As a mother, it pains me to see Bless like this. Her smile holds a glimmer of happiness, but deep down, I know that something is missing. There’s an underlying sadness that lurks beneath her daily existence. It’s a darkness that casts its shadow upon her.

“Let it be, my child. The day will come when you will see everything, I promise. Just trust Mom and Dad. We will find a way for you to see the world again, my love. That’s my unwavering promise to you, our little princess.”

I reassure hew, vowing to do everything in my power to make it happen. We will leave no stone unturned to restore her vision.

We are still in search of donors, hoping to procure the right pair of eyes. And while we wait for Bless to recover from her recent eye surgery, she remains a bit frail due to malnourishment.

To ensure the well-being of both Bless and Enrique, we have enlisted the help of our own pediatrician. Regular check-ups and monitoring their health has become our top priority.

“Thank you, Mom. I love you!” she exclaims, planting a sweet kiss on my cheek. I offer my cheek, making it easier for him to reach. Our youngest is overflowing with affection.

“Mom loves you too, my dear. Alright, let’s pause with the cookies for now and have lunch later, alright?” I suggest as we move to the table.

“It’s okay, Mom. These dolls are just for me to play with,” she assures me, referring to the gifts from his uncles and aunts.

I expect they will spoil him, especially since she’s currently the youngest among the cousins.

We thoroughly enjoy the meal that Mom and I have prepared. I cook the savory stewed bee. Our appetites are satisfied, and I can’t help but take pictures of our culinary creations, intending to send them to Lucas. I wonder if my husband has had his lunch yet?

While we’re savoring our meal, my phone suddenly vibrates. It’s Lucas, and I quickly answer, eager to hear his voice.

“Who’s this? You must have the wrong number,” I playfully tease on the other end of the line, a mischievous grin forming on my face. I can hear him chuckling, his laughter music to my ears.

“Is that so? Can I still flirt with you?” he responds, fully embracing the playful banter. It brings a smile to my face. Sometimes, I feel like a teenager again, unaware of the passing years.

“Oh no, dear brother, I’m already taken. I’m loyal to my husband,” I declare, adding a hint of regret in my voice. I decide to play along and tease him further.

“Why don’t I have what your husband has?” he counters, his words laced with humor.

He then requests a video call.

Am I in heaven? Is this where I can finally lay eyes upon an angel? My husband, with his striking handsomeness, appears before me. He’s a temptation that’s hard to resist, a sin I willingly succumb to.

“My husband is not only my partner in life but also my beloved brother. He possesses both wealth and irresistible charm that attracts attention wherever he goes. Yet, despite the attention he receives from others, his heart remains devoted to me. However, it was not without its challenges when I discovered his past as a womanizer. The strength of our relationship was put to the test.”

I playfully taunted him, observing his reaction as he closed his eyes, perhaps feeling a pang of guilt. “Oh, dear, it stings a little, doesn’t it?” I couldn’t help but laugh, a mixture of jest and genuine affection.

Concerned about his well-being, I quickly shifted the conversation, asking about his day. “Did you have a break, my dear? Are you finished with work? Have you had lunch yet?” I bombarded him with questions, eager to hear about his schedule and ensure he was taking care of himself.

He replied with a hint of drowsiness, indicating his fatigue. “We have a meeting later, my love, with board members and investors. After that, I’ll finally have lunch. But all I want right now is to be with you. I miss you dearly, my love. You and our children mean everything to me.”

I suggested that he should rest as well, expressing my concern for his well-being. “You deserve some rest too, my dear. Take care of yourself.”

Lucas, my husband, acknowledged my words and reaffirmed his commitment to our family. “Yes, my love, I understand. I am working tirelessly to provide a comfortable life for you and our child. It’s not just a sense of duty; it’s because I genuinely want it. I love you, Zara Delafontaine Blackwood. I promise to work harder, remain loyal, stay faithful, and be by your side until our last breath. My love for you knows no bounds.” The depth of his love never fails to fill me with excitement and joy.

Who wouldn’t be thrilled to have a spouse as sweet as sugar? His stunning appearance and the grace he carries are truly blessings from above.

It’s important to acknowledge that my husband is not perfect, but that’s something I can proudly proclaim. Our journey began with difficulties, but our love triumphed in the end.

Fate dealt us a challenging hand, but as the elders say, what is meant to be will always find a way. There are no doubts or uncertainties in our love story.

“Save those beautiful vows for our wedding, Mr. Lucas Blackwood. I want to hear even more enchanting words from you at the altar,” I playfully teased, eagerly anticipating our future nuptials.

We find ourselves in our room, watching Blessy comb her hair at my makeup table. She looks like an angel in his adorable dress, adorned with butterfly pins on her head.

“Mom, am I beautiful?” she innocently asks, and I can’t help but smile at her words.

“Of course, my child. You are the most beautiful girl I have ever known. Tonight, you resemble a princess,” I respond, my smile filled with love and pride.

“Mom, I’m scared. I’m afraid that my father, grandparents, uncles, and aunts will be disappointed because I am visually impaired. Can I skip the event, Mom? Please?”

“Why do you think that way, my dear? You are never a disappointment to us. You are a blessing for which we are endlessly grateful. We love you, and don’t ever believe that you are defined solely by your visual impairment. To us, you are a treasure cherished by your parents, grandparents, uncles, aunts, and even your cousin,” I assure her.

Our little princess sheds tears of both sadness and happiness, yet manages to smile through them. After comforting her, we finally step out of the room and head to the mansion where the grand party awaits.

The celebration is set to take place in a vast landscape garden, attracting famous individuals including prominent business tycoons, politicians, investors, competitors, and entertainers from the industry. The magnitude of the event is truly remarkable.

My husband promptly assists me, ensuring our son, Enrique, is settled. Enrique, dressed in a smart black suit with perfectly styled hair, clings onto the rose given to him by his brother. They both look absolutely adorable.

Meanwhile, my husband exudes charisma in his black and red suit, while I grace the occasion in a stunning white and blue gown. The preparations for such a grand event were completed in a remarkably short span of time.

“My wife looks absolutely perfect tonight,” my husband remarks, taking my hand and bestowing a princely kiss upon it. I can’t deny that his words send shivers of excitement down my spine.

“You are equally handsome, my love,” I respond sincerely, and with that, we are led to our designated table. The event begins shortly after, promising an evening of elegance and celebration.

The atmosphere was charged with anticipation as my mother took the stage, microphone in hand, ready to address the audience. The crowd grew silent, eager to hear her words.

“This evening is a moment of celebration and gratitude as we reunite with my long-lost daughter-in-law and granddaughter. Tonight, I want to proudly introduce my granddaughter to the world. Please join us on stage,” my mother declared, her voice filled with warmth and joy.

As we imitated Bless, stepping onto the stage, thunderous applause erupted throughout the venue, acknowledging the significance of this heartfelt reunion.

The entire celebration unfolded flawlessly. Lucas found himself engrossed in conversations with investors and fellow businessmen. In the meantime, my grandparents lovingly tended to their grandchildren, showering them with affection and care. Their love for their grandchildren knew no bounds.

Antoinette and her husband, Fin, also graced us with their presence, accompanied by their son, Angel. A grand reunion, indeed. After dinner, the guests were treated to a stunning fireworks display, illuminating the night sky with vibrant colors.

As the celebration came to a close, Lucas and I stood beneath the starry sky, hand in hand. We both took a deep breath, savoring the moment.

“Lucas, do you believe in destiny?” I asked him suddenly, breaking the silence.

He turned to look at me, his eyes filled with sincerity. “I do. Destiny brought us together, Zara. Our journey may have been challenging, but I believe it was meant to be. I wouldn’t change a thing, for every moment led me to you, and I’m grateful for that.”

His words struck a chord deep within me, and I couldn’t help but lean in to kiss him. Our lips met in a tender embrace, conveying more than words ever could.