Todos los capítulos de The CEO And His Ex Contracted Wife : Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

Ivery's POV. As I got out of the cab and looked up at the house, a flood of memories came rushing back to me. I remembered the first time I had stepped inside, the way my heart had raced as Franco had taken my hand and led me up the stairs. I remembered the feeling of being in love, of being happy and hopeful. I shook my head, trying to clear my mind. I couldn't get caught up in the past. I had to focus on the present.I reached out and put my hand on the door, feeling the cold metal beneath my fingers. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I could do this. I could face whatever was behind the door. I just had to be strong, to keep my composure. I opened my eyes, my hand still on the door handle. I took another deep breath and turned the handle, opening the door. The maid greeted me at the door and ushered me inside. The house was just as I remembered it, unchanged from all those years ago. I walked through the foyer, my footsteps echoing on the marble floor. The house was eer

Ivery's POV. I don't think it's a good idea for me to go with him. I thought to myself. “I'm sorry, but it wouldn't be appropriate.” He looked at me, a flash of disappointment crossing his face. “I understand,” he said, his voice sounding resigned. “It's a lot to ask of you, I know, but please come with me,” he pleaded. I felt bad. But I just didn't feel comfortable going to a party like that, especially with him.“I wish I could go, but I'm so busy with work,” I said, trying to come up with an excuse. “I'm sorry.” He gave me a sly smile as if he knew I was making it up. “I'm the boss, remember?” he said, his voice teasing. “So I'm giving you the day off tomorrow.” I couldn't help but laugh at his audacity. “You can't just give me the day off!” I said, shaking my head. “That's not how it works.”“It will work that way,” he said, cutting me off. He looked at his phone, and his eyes widened. “I have to take this,” he said, standing up and walking to the door. “I'll see you lat

Chapter 65.I ran to Franco's arms, hugging him as tightly as I could. I was shaking, and I couldn't stop myself. He held me close, whispering soothing words into my ear. “It's okay,” he said, his voice soft and reassuring. “It's just fireworks. You're safe.” I clung to him, trying to calm myself down. It was only then that I realized I was soaked from head to toe.We stood there, silently looking at each other. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, and I could see the concern in his eyes. He reached out and wiped a tear from my cheek. “You're okay,” he said softly. “I'm here.” I nodded, feeling a little calmer. I knew I was safe with him, and I let myself relax in his arms.And then, Franco did something that completely took me surprised. He started to tickle me. At first, I tried to push him away, but he was relentless. I couldn't help but start to laugh, even though I was still a little shaken up. He kept tickling me until I was laughing so hard that I couldn't breath

Ivery's POV.His lips pressed against mine with a hunger that left me breathless. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me close, and I felt the coolness of the wall against my back, contrasting with the heat of his touch. The world around us seemed to melt away as we kissed, lost in each other's embrace.My heart raced, a throbbing pulse pounding in my ears, as my mind raced with a thousand thoughts. His kisses sent shivers down my spine, and I could feel my cheeks flush with a heat that had nothing to do with the temperature in the room. Our bodies were pressed together, creating a private world that felt both dangerous and exhilarating.My mind was a swirling vortex of confusion and desire. Logic and reason had flown out the window, replaced by a surging wave of pure desires. I knew this wasn't right, that we shouldn't be doing this, but I couldn't bring myself to care. At that moment, all that mattered was the intoxicating feeling of being in his arms.I reciprocate the kiss, kis

Ivery's POV. I ended the call, my heart pounding in my chest like a drumbeat. “Who the hell were you speaking with over the phone,” he yelled at me. Franco's demand was like a punch to the gut. “Uhh…” I stammered, my mind racing. I could see the distrust in his eyes, like a storm cloud gathering on the horizon.“You heard me right, stop playing mind games with me,” he said. His voice rose in pitch, each word like a stab to my chest. I flinched as if struck by an invisible hand, my body tensing with every syllable. His eyes bored into mine, piercing me with a sharp intensity that left me feeling exposed and vulnerable. The moment felt like an interrogation, and I was the suspect.I stood my ground, steeling my spine like a sword. I refused to let him know the effect he had on me, determined to hide the trembling in my voice and the pounding in my heart. “It's none of your business,” I declared, my words like a shield. My defiance was a mask, hiding the fear and uncertainty that