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Chapter 31

ผู้เขียน: Bukunmi Gold
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Maria’s POV

The silence in the house felt heavier than walls.

It wasn’t just the usual quiet of Andrew’s mansion, where every corner swallowed sound; it was something else. Something colder.

I had felt it the second he came back from his meeting. He didn’t shout. He didn’t throw harsh words the way I had half expected. That would’ve been easier at least anger was loud, raw, alive.

No warmth.

Nothing.

I retreated to my room not long after. I told myself I needed rest, that my chest felt heavy because of exhaustion, but I knew better. I was hurting. And maybe worse than hurting I was regretting.

I had let myself believe, even for a moment, that he could be more than this. That Andrew Walker could be more than the cold, distant man I had sworn to despise. That the kiss in the kitchen, the way his lips lingered like they meant something, was real.

But maybe I had been foolish.

What did I expect? That a man like him would ever look at me really look at me as more than an arrangeme
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  • CONTRACT BRIDE FOR THE DEVIL   Chapter Thirty Three

    Maria's POV I lifted a piece of toast, trying to be less bothered as Andrew is, but the pounding in my head made me set it down again. I didn't sleep well throughout the night, “Claire?” I called gently, pushing back my chair. “Do you have something for a headache?” She nodded from the doorway. “Of course, Miss Smith. I’ll get it right away.” I stood, smoothing my palms down the sides of my loose dress. My body ached to escape the tension in that dining room, even just for a moment, before he comes back in, and that's if he will. I left quickly, heading toward the kitchen where Claire kept the medicine cabinet. In my haste, I didn’t notice I’d left my phone sitting on the table, screen side up. Andrew’s POV I didn't plan to come back to the table, but I felt it was too harsh to have left her without uttering any word to her. She looked like she barely had any sleep over the night, I came back in to see her rushing to the kitchen. Her phone was there on the table, next to he

  • CONTRACT BRIDE FOR THE DEVIL   Chapter Thirty Two

    Maria’s POVI thought I was done crying.But the truth was, I wasn’t.My room had become too quiet, too suffocating, and yet I couldn’t bring myself to step outside. The house felt different tonight colder.I’d gotten used to the warmth he had begun to show me. And now, being shut out again felt like someone had yanked the ground from under my feet.I lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, when my phone buzzed against the nightstand. For a moment, I didn’t want to check it. Susan’s name on the screen made my stomach twist, but my fingers moved anyway.One picture. One line of text. That was all it took to crack open something inside me.The picture showed Andrew at last night's dinner table, his dark suit sharp under the soft restaurant lights. But he just with Farrow. Beside him sat a young woman with flawless skin, a sleek red dress, and an easy smile. Her hand was almost brushing his on the table. They looked like a scene out of a magazine cover powerful man, beautiful wo

  • CONTRACT BRIDE FOR THE DEVIL   Chapter 31

    Maria’s POV The silence in the house felt heavier than walls. It wasn’t just the usual quiet of Andrew’s mansion, where every corner swallowed sound; it was something else. Something colder. I had felt it the second he came back from his meeting. He didn’t shout. He didn’t throw harsh words the way I had half expected. That would’ve been easier at least anger was loud, raw, alive. No warmth. Nothing. I retreated to my room not long after. I told myself I needed rest, that my chest felt heavy because of exhaustion, but I knew better. I was hurting. And maybe worse than hurting I was regretting. I had let myself believe, even for a moment, that he could be more than this. That Andrew Walker could be more than the cold, distant man I had sworn to despise. That the kiss in the kitchen, the way his lips lingered like they meant something, was real. But maybe I had been foolish. What did I expect? That a man like him would ever look at me really look at me as more than an arrangeme

  • CONTRACT BRIDE FOR THE DEVIL   Chapter Thirty

    Maria’s POV The notification on Maria’s phone buzzed, pulling her from the silence of the living room. She reached for it absentmindedly, expecting another work update or perhaps one of Susan’s lighthearted messages. Instead, her chest tightened when she opened the picture. It was Andrew. Sitting across from Matthew Farrow at an elegant table, a glass of wine in his hand. The caption from Susan read: “Why aren’t you there with your husband?” Maria’s heart dropped. She stared at the photo, her throat going dry. Andrew hadn’t mentioned anything about meeting Farrow today. Not once. This morning had been quiet, almost too quiet just breakfast, him buried in his phone, and then he disappeared into his home office. By the time she checked again, he was gone. No word, no explanation. Her pulse pounded in her ears as she read the message again. “Why aren’t you there with your husband?” The word husband made her stomach twist. She should be used to it by now, used to pretending. This

  • CONTRACT BRIDE FOR THE DEVIL   Chapter Twenty Nine: Left Behind

    Maria had been waiting for him. She didn’t even know why maybe it was because of last night. The kiss. The way his hand lingered against her cheek as if he didn’t want to let go. Something had shifted between them, and though Andrew hadn’t said a word about it, Maria felt it in the air. So when she came down to the living room that afternoon, dressed in a soft blue sundress, and saw him standing by the mirror, straightening his tie, her heart gave a small, foolish leap. “You’re going out?” she asked carefully, her voice light. Andrew glanced at her reflection. For a split second, she thought she saw hesitation flicker in his eyes. Then it was gone, replaced with that smooth, unreadable mask he wore so well. “Yes. A meeting,” he said simply. His tone carried no invitation for questions. Maria tried to smile. “With Mr. Farrow?” He didn’t answer immediately, just adjusted his cufflinks and reached for his jacket. “It’s business. I won’t be long.” That was it. No mention of her com

  • CONTRACT BRIDE FOR THE DEVIL   Chapter Twenty Eight: The Flash Drive

    Andrew closed the door to his home office, the soft click echoing louder than he intended. He stood there for a moment, back pressed to the wood, eyes narrowing at the neat desk in front of him. His breakfast with Maria had been… unsettling. Too normal. Too warm. He had caught himself watching her smile, listening to her laugh, and for the first time in years, he had almost felt at peace. Almost. And that was the problem. Peace was dangerous. Peace made you let your guard down. And Andrew Walker knew better than anyone what happened when you trusted too easily. He moved to his desk, his gaze falling immediately to the small black flash drive lying on the edge, exactly where he had tossed it the night before. He had meant to look at it then, but Maria’s presence had distracted him. Now, though, he was alone. No excuses. He sat, pushing his chair back, and slid the flash drive into the port of his laptop. The screen lit up, a folder appearing instantly. One file sat inside. No nam

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