Contract Marriage With My Billionaire Wife

The street lamps flickered weakly in the evening, casting sporadic pools of light on the quiet road as Nathalie leaned heavily on Sandro’s arm. Her steps were unsteady, her breaths labored. The events of the evening had drained her, leaving her feeling fragile and exhausted.

Sandro, ever the steadfast companion, wrapped his arm around her waist, supporting her weight as they made their way towards the car parked by the curb. His concern was evident in the furrow of his brow and the gentle reassurances he whispered to her.

“Easy now, Nathalie,” he murmured, his voice a soothing balm against the turmoil in her mind. “Just a few more miles, we’re almost there.” Nathalie nodded weakly, grateful for his steadying presence. Leaning into him, she allowed herself to be guided towards the passenger side of the car. With Sandro’s help, she lowered herself into the seat, sinking into the plush cushions with a weary sigh.

Once she was settled, Sandro moved around to the driver’s side, slipping behind the wheel with practiced ease. As he started the engine, the soft hum of the car seemed to fill the silence between them, offering a sense of comfort amidst the chaos of the night.

Pulling away from the curb, Sandro glanced over at Nathalie, concern etched into the lines of his face. “Are you alright, sister? Do you feel uncomfortable?” he asked softly, his eyes searching hers for any sign of distress.

Nathalie managed a small nod, though the strain of the evening was still evident in the weariness of her expression. “I’ll be fine,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “Thank you, Sandro. For asking but I am fine.”

Sandro offered her a gentle smile, his hand reaching out to squeeze hers reassuringly. “Anytime you feel uncomfortable do tell me, Nathalie,” he replied, his voice filled with warmth and sincerity. “Just trust me and I will bring you whatever you need, since you have agreed to help me.”

With that, he turned his attention back to the road ahead, navigating the streets with a steady hand as they made their way towards the sanctuary of his apartment. And though the journey ahead might be fraught with uncertainty, Nathalie found solace in the knowledge that she didn’t have to face it alone, not with Sandro by her side.

The car hummed softly as Sandro navigated through the quiet streets, the city lights passing by in a blur of colours. “Do you know what has changed and happened in these months?” Nathalie’s question hung heavy in the air, breaking the silence that had settled between them. Sandro’s grip on the steering wheel tightened imperceptibly, his expression troubled as he grappled with how to respond.

“I… I know a few things, sister.” he began cautiously, his voice betraying a hint of unease. “But it’s not easy to talk about. A lot of things have happened in mine and my brother’s life. I was not aware of his marriage until I spotted him with you and dug more.”

Nathalie leaned back against the seat, studying Sandro’s profile intently. Despite the weariness etched into his features, there was a steely resolve in his eyes that she had come to trust implicitly. She knew that whatever he had to say, it would be the truth.

“Please, Sandro,” she urged softly, reaching out to place a comforting hand on his arm. “I need to know. Whatever has happened, tell me, I can handle it. I want to know what made Lucas betray and cheat on me.”

Sandro sighed heavily, his gaze fixed on the road ahead as he grappled with his words. “After the poison accident… after you fell into the coma,” he began slowly, his voice thick with emotion. “Things changed. There were complications and numerous enemies popped up. But I can assure you one thing, even though both of us do not have a good relationship; but my brother will not cheat on you.”

Nathalie’s heart clenched at the somber tone in Sandro’s voice, a knot of dread forming in the pit of her stomach. “Complications? How can you say that even when the news had been going on like wildfire? I saw him with a girl.” she echoed, her voice barely above a whisper.

Sandro nodded solemnly, his jaw clenched with tension. “Yes and that girl is mine. I know what I am saying, so I am certain that he is protecting her from me.” he continued, his words measured and careful. “There were disagreements between us and I acted like an asshole which drove her away from me. Which is why i need your help because my brother will not listen to me due to my bad track record.”

Nathalie’s breath caught in her throat, a wave of confusion washing over her. “Disagreements?” she repeated, her voice trembling with uncertainty. “What kind of disagreements? Don’t tell me you are using me as a bait to lure Lucas. I won’t be a part of any such thing, I am warning you.”

Sandro hesitated, his gaze flickering briefly to meet Nathalie’s before returning to the road. “No, certainly not. I will not do any such thing, you are pregnant. I just want you to stay with me for a while so Lucas will be forced to come and talk to me.” he admitted, his voice barely audible above the hum of the engine. “There were arguments between me and Elle. Oh her name is not Kaya, Lucas tried to hide her from me but the accidental video from hospital got viral.”

Nathalie’s heart pounded in her chest, the weight of Sandro’s words sinking in with a crushing finality. “I see. So, there is nothing going on between her and Lucas. But does this mean the child she is carrying is yours?” She had known that her accident had caused her loved ones pain, but she had never imagined the extent of the turmoil it had unleashed.NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.