Contract Marriage With My Billionaire Wife

Nathalie glided down the staircase with her growling tummy and shook her head with a smile, that how worrying about Lucas made her forget her hunger and thirst.

‘When did you become so silly, Nat? Haha, you sure are in love with him!’

She massaged her temple with an awkward smile and uncontrollably touched her lips where Lucas had just kissed.

‘He does taste sweet, just like forest fresh and cinnamon.’

Nathalie couldn’t help but recall how good she felt at that moment, the lady had already decided to stop denying the fact that she loved him.

“I should make something nice for him to make it up to Lucas for not trusting him.”

She strode towards the kitchen when the whole jury of staff became alert, all the chattering stopped at once and the movements of the pans paused.

“What happened to you people?”

Nathalie had no clue why they all stopped at once upon seeing her. It was still not her concern how all the kitchen staff managed to approach their household.

Well of course they all had been brought there by Lucas and the applications and interviews were held by old Lancaster himself, thus nobody dared to oppose or raise any objections to question his decisions.

“N- nothing, ma’am!”

One of the staff members spoke while stuttering because nervousness was visible on her face and she did not want to offend Nathalie at any cost.

“Okay, then get back to work. And bring me the vegetables to make soup.”

Nathalie rolled the sleeves of her night pyjamas and began to work, whereas all the staff was obliged to help her.

Although their meaningful gaze at each other relieved them and made all of the people happy that their boss was finally having some attention from his wife now.

Finally! But at the cost of his own life!

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The very next morning a chaos had been waiting for them to tackle, Mrs Jones arrived at the manor with wailing and crying. The old hag had been continuously shedding tears along with loud pleading, her voice woke up everyone with the disturbance.

The guards could not stop her because no matter what she was still the daughter of grandpa Lancaster, even though he had no hope from her. She stood in the middle of the down hall and called names to Nathalie.

“What do you think you are doing in my house!?”

The old man yelled at her and banged his stick against the floor, while he was clad in his night dress and a butler trailed behind him.

“What am I doing, huh? What is your filthy granddaughter doing!?”

She snapped at the old man with a venomous gaze as tears crawled down on her cheeks making the bulky woman with a huge chin even more ugly.

“Just because my husband had some quarrel with Lucas, she hired a sniper to kill my husband!”

The old man widened his eyes in shock although he had known Nathalie’ anger but never expected her to do something like that.

Of course, it was Lucas who had ordered Mark to kill Mr Jones and later throw his mutilated body nearby his own house. (Reference from chapter 1)

“What proof do you have that whatever you are saying is true?”

Grandpa Lancaster confronted her with a loud voice while analysing her body language, which didn’t seem fake or pretentious in any bit.

“What!? Who else is supposed ro do this? Is there anybody around who has the temerity to attack the son-in-law of Lancasters?”

She laid a point because the Lancaster family was an influential one and no one could easily approach them.

Thus, it was the deed of some high up family!

Old Lancaster immediately knew who was behind the incident but kept his mouth shut since he hated Jones too.

“Come down, you bitch! How dare you kill my husband, I will burn you alive!”

She walked towards the stairs when a jury of men in black stopped her by pointing their guns at her.

No doubt Nathalie was the boss in that household and everything was under her control, only she was allowed to give orders and people were obliged to comply!

“Is this how you will treat your own daughter now?”

The old lady shouted at her own father while the old man sighed and waited for Nathalie to appear in the picture.

The heiress had already heard the noises and had woken up but made sure that Lucas got some rest since he stayed up late wincing in pain. She carefully crept out of her room and with a last glance at the shirtless man sleeping in the bed, the lady walked out.

Lucas had already made sure that if somebody tried to dig in the information about the murder of Mr Jones, then the results would be thrown on him instead of others.

Mark had made arrangements to prove that Mr Jones was involved in gambling and human trafficking, and once sold some drugs illegally. The proofs were enough to justify that somebody might have killed him in rage or some revenge was behind his murder.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

“It is all because of that son of a bitch Lucas! He is the reason that now I’m a widow!”

Mrs Jones snapped at the old man after acknowledging that she couldn’t approach Nathalie unless she walked down.

“Shut that mouth if yours before I break your jaw!”

Nathalie’ voice resonated in the hall which somewhat scared the old witch because she had known the consequences of making her angry.

She had only come to the Lancaster villa to cry over her husband’s dead body and to demand her share of property before the grandpa could get a chance of ripping everyone of their rights!

“Oh yeah!? You think so you little whore!?”

Grandpa Lancaster didn’t speak about anything in the matter, instead a chair was brought for him to sit while he expected a great show. Seeing that her father didn’t mind any of the ruckus Mrs Jonee mistook his silence for surrender and challenged Nathalie.

But before the old hag could utter anything something hit her face and bloodstream came flowing down from her nose.