Contract Marriage With My Billionaire Wife

As Alessandro gently wheeled Nathalie out of the hospital, the crisp evening air felt refreshing against her skin after the sterile confines of the medical facility.

Nathalie couldn’t help but notice the concerned furrow in Alessandro’s brow as he navigated through the hospital corridors, his eyes darting around with a mixture of determination and caution.

“Where have you been all these years, Alessandro?” Nathalie’s voice was soft, barely a whisper, but it cut through the silence like a knife. She shifted uncomfortably in her wheelchair, her gaze fixed on him, searching for answers in his sombre expression.

Alessandro paused for a moment, his jaw tightening imperceptibly as he processed her question. He knew this moment would come, the inevitable confrontation about his past that he had been dreading. But he couldn’t keep the truth from Nathalie any longer.

“I’ve been… away,” he began, his voice barely audible over the hum of activity in the hospital lobby. “Taking care of some… family matters.”

Nathalie arched an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. “Family matters? What kind of family matters? Are you hiding something from me? And you want me to trust you, uh?”

Alessandro hesitated, unsure of how much he should reveal. But he could see the sincerity in Nathalie’s eyes, the genuine concern etched in her features, and he knew she deserved the truth.

“The Petrakis family, Lucas’s family,” he confessed, his voice heavy with emotion. “They’re… they’re the ones who casted me out. Though I would not say it was unfair, it was my own fault for being an asshole.”Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

Nathalie’s eyes widened in disbelief, her mind struggling to process this revelation. “The Petrakis family? You mean the ones who are super rich. They are well known for being filthy rich with mansions and yachts and all that?”

Alessandro nodded solemnly. “Yes, that’s them. And Lucas… Lucas is their son. So am I. But my brother has something…or someone who is very dear to me. I am sure you have seen him with a woman in the news? That is my girlfriend. And I want her back.”

Nathalie’s breath caught in her throat as the pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place. Suddenly, everything made sense-the mysterious disappearances, the unexplained absences, Alessandro’s enigmatic past. But amidst the chaos of her thoughts, one question remained.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Nathalie’s voice was barely a whisper, laced with a hint of hurt. “And why is your girlfriend with Lucas? And why the heck the media has been portraying them as a couple? What are you hiding from me, Alessandro?”

Alessandro’s heart ached at the pain he saw reflected in her eyes. He reached out, gently taking her hand in his, offering her what little comfort he could. “What is even happening between you two brothers? Why is he stealing your girlfriend? And for what exactly you need me to do for you?”

“I wanted to tell you sister in law, Nathalie,” he confessed, his voice raw with emotion. “But I couldn’t risk putting you in danger. The Petrakis family… they’re not exactly… ordinary. And I couldn’t bear the thought of anything happening to you because of me. If I wanted to confront my brother he will not pay heed to me. Which is why I needed you sister in law.”

Nathalie’s grip tightened on his hand, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. Despite the shock and confusion swirling inside her, she knew one thing with absolute certainty-she trusted Alessandro with her life.

“I understand now why you need me. But won’t doing all this will trouble your relationship with your brother?” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the rush of emotions coursing through her veins. “And I trust you, Alessandro. With everything.”

And as they emerged from the hospital into the cool embrace of the night, Nathalie knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, as long as she had Alessandro by her side, she could face anything.

Nathalie’s heart fluttered with a mixture of apprehension and curiosity as Alessandro manoeuvred her wheelchair through the hospital entrance. The dimly lit parking lot stretched out before them, casting long shadows in the fading light of dusk.

“Where are you taking me now, Alessandro? Tell me if you want me to trust you.” Nathalie’s voice wavered with uncertainty, her fingers tightening around the armrests of her wheelchair.

Alessandro glanced over his shoulder, his gaze meeting hers with a reassuring smile. “Somewhere safe,” he replied cryptically, his voice laced with determination. “A place where no one can harm you.”

Nathalie furrowed her brow, her mind racing with questions. But before she could voice her concerns, Alessandro was already wheeling her towards a sleek black car parked at the curb.

As they approached the vehicle, Nathalie couldn’t help but marvel at its luxurious exterior-the polished finish, the tinted windows, the subtle gleam of the headlights in the gathering darkness. It was unlike any car she had ever seen, a testament to the opulence of the world Alessandro inhabited.

Alessandro opened the passenger door with a gentle flourish, his eyes never leaving Nathalie’s as he helped her into the seat with practiced ease. He settled her wheelchair in the spacious trunk, securing it with a reassuring pat before closing the lid with a soft click.

As he slid into the driver’s seat, Alessandro spared a glance at Nathalie, his expression softening with a mixture of concern and affection. “Are you ready?” he asked quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Nathalie nodded, her heart pounding in her chest as Alessandro started the engine and pulled out of the parking lot, the car gliding effortlessly onto the deserted streets beyond.

As they drove into the night, Nathalie couldn’t shake the feeling of uncertainty gnawing at her insides. But with Alessandro by her side, she knew that no matter what lay ahead, she was safe. And as the city lights blurred past the windows, she closed her eyes, allowing herself to relax for the first time in what felt like an eternity.