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Chapter 53: The interception
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2026-10-13 05:40:12
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The General's Contract Bride Chapter 74: Healing Him
*Grace’s POV*It was 2:14 in the morning, and sleep had never felt further away.It was not just the memory of the terrace keeping me awake. It was not just the ghost of Alexander’s mouth hovering an inch from mine, or the raw rasp of his voice when he snarled, *“Damn the contract.”*It was a cold, suffocating weight sitting directly over my lungs. A terrible, heavy intuition had settled into my gut the moment we left the gala,a dark, sinking dread that whispered something was going to happen. I stood barefoot on the cold tile of the fortress kitchen, wrapping both hands around a tall glass of ice water. The fortress was completely silent. The only illumination came from the amber glow beneath the range hood, casting long, sharp shadows across the white marble island. *Thud.*A dull, uneven impact rattled the reinforced steel door connecting the private motor pool to the kitchen corridor. I jumped, water sloshing over the rim of my glass. *Click. Whir.*The door swung inward,
The General's Contract Bride Chapter 73: Shadows of the Vanguard
*Alexander’s POV*The freezing rain fell in thick, blinding sheets over the industrial graveyard of the Anacostia rail yards.It drummed violently against the reinforced roof of the black tactical transport. Inside the cabinn, the only light came from the dim red glow of the weapons rack.I checked the chamber of my suppressed sidearm. The cold steel clicked into battery with a sharp, mechanical snap."Perimeter at the estate is completely locked down, Commander," Ethan’s voice came over the low-frequency link. "Miller just checked in from the master gate. Mrs. Reeves is asleep in the guest wing. She is guarded by six sentries."The mention of her name sent a dull, heavy shockwave straight through my sternum.*Mrs. Reeves.*She had looked at me in that emerald silk gown as if I were a ghost. She had looked at me as if I were a monster who had torn her world apart with cold, calculating hands.*How could you touch me like that?*Her voice refused to leave my head. It battered again
The General's Contract Bride Chapter 72:The Breaking point
*Grace’s POV*The grand ballroom of the Congressional Hall was an opulent nightmare. Towering gilded archways stretched toward ceilings painted with historical battle scenes. Massive crystal chandeliers cast a glittering, golden light over the room, reflecting off diamond necklaces, champagne flutes, and the polished brass buttons of high-ranking military officials. Every single conversation in our vicinity dwindled to a murmur the moment Alexander walked in. He didn't just enter a room; he claimed it. His presence was suffocating. Even among senators, ambassadors, and four-star admirals, Alexander Reeves was an apex predator who operated in a league entirely of his own. And I was trapped right in his orbit. True to my words in the foyer, I played my part. I stood beside him near the carved marble fireplace, holding a glass of sparkling water with both hands just to stop my fingers from trembling. Whenever a foreign dignitary or cabinet member approached, I offered a soft, reh
The General's Contract Bride Chapter 71:The Facade
*Grace’s POV*My hands shook so violently I could barely fasten the silver clasp of my emerald necklace.On the dresser beside me, resting on a velvet tray, was the stethoscope Alexander had given me. *Nurse Grace Reeves.*The sight of it sent a dull, throbbing ache straight through the center of my ribs. I turned my back on it, staring into the full-length mirror. The emerald silk dress hugged my frame before cascading in heavy, liquid folds down to the carpet. My bare shoulders felt cold in the quiet of my room. My hair was swept up into a soft, textured chignon, leaving my throat and collarbone entirely exposed. I looked like a general’s wife. I felt like an empty shell.*Knock. Knock.*Two sharp, precise raps echoed against the heavy wood of my bedroom door. My pulse spiked instantly, a chaotic rhythm pounding in my ears. I took a slow, deliberate breath, forced my shoulders back, and walked across the room. I turned the brass knob and opened the door.Alexander stood in
The General's Contract Bride Chapter 70: The Ice
*Alexander’s POV*The fortress was a tomb.It had been four days since I broke my wife’s heart in the library, four days since my own hand had deliberately snuffed out the only real warmth I had ever known.I stood in the massive kitchen at 0600 hours, staring blankly down at the pristine white marble island.Every single morning for the past few months, Grace had been awake before the sun. She would stand right here by the counter, wrapped in one of her ridiculously oversized cream sweaters, her messy morning curls falling over her shoulder as she waited for her tea to steep. She would offer me a soft, shy smile,the kind that effortlessly settled the violent, jagged noise in my head, a noise I had carried with me through decades of war and classified debriefings.Today, the kitchen was completely, hauntingly empty.There was no steam rising from a ceramic mug. There was no sweet scent of vanilla and chamomile. There was only the sterile hum of the refrigerator and the dead weight of
The General's Contract Bride Chapter 69:The Freeze-Out
*Grace’s POV*The hallway outside the library was completely silent. I stood staring at the heavy oak doors, my hand still lingering on the brass handle. I half-expected the door to fly open. I expected Alexander to step out, grab my arm, and pull me back against his chest. He didn't. The protective warlord was gone. The cold, untouchable military commander remained. A ragged, heavy sob tore from my throat. I turned away from the library and practically ran down the long corridor toward the guest wing. My vision was entirely blurred with tears. I stumbled into my bedroom and shoved the heavy door shut, locking the deadbolt with a loud, metallic *click*. I slid down the wood until I hit the floor, pulling my knees to my chest. I buried my face in my hands and cried. I cried for the loss of his warmth. I cried for the heavy, undeniable rejection. I cried because I had been stupid enough to believe that a man who commanded armies could ever truly want me. My cell phone suddenly v
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