Todos os capítulos de Billionaire's Unwanted Contract Wife: Capítulo 141 - Capítulo 150

Belle Kensington's POVI should have realized it! Why Luke Davis was so adamant about separating me from the mysterious guest who was looking for him. Because he knew that as soon as I saw his face, I would run straight to him without a care in the world.“Angel!” I shouted at the teary-eyed girl, bending her knees in front of the man who showed no mercy. “Luke! Don't hurt her! Stay there and don't touch her!”“Tsk.” Luke seemed to chuckle in displeasure as his eyes met mine, which was already running out of the car in a huff. Their conversation was instantly interrupted with Luke turning his back on the girl, taking out his cigarette and lighting it with a nonchalant attitude.“Angel! What in the earth are you doing here!?” I screamed. I pulled that girl's hand until her thin body staggered to me. I forced her to stand up while she was still busy wiping her tears.“Miss Belle...” She sobbed out my name. “Is it true... you would rather leave your family for a murderous man? When I hea

Belle's POV“Belle. Get up. We're out of milk.” A hand shook my body slowly but consistently. Luke Davis's voice calling out to me was overpowered by the sound of a baby crying on the side.My eyes open with great difficulty. Sleepiness strikes from an unexpected direction. I realize I'm in my chair with the blanket spread over my legs. Since when had I fallen asleep in my chair? My last memory was pumping milk for my baby.“We're out of milk. The milk on the fridge as well,” says Luke Davis, who is holding Raven in his arms. “You have to breastfeed him directly, Belle. I tried to give her formula, but he refused.”I immediately nodded my face, stretching my arms out for him to hand Raven to me. “I'm sorry for causing you trouble. I didn't realize I overslept. What about Christ?” I asked. Because the sound of crying could only be heard from Raven.“In his crib.” Luke pointed to the baby ca

Belle's POV“Belle. Put on your crown!”I was unlucky enough to have a mother who was a show-off and an exaggerator. Deliberately ordering a diamond crown to force me to wear it on my wedding day. To make sure that the only daughter she had had managed to snag the last successor to the Davis family. My mom spent the money just to show off in front of her friends.“Wait. Aren't there too many guests?” In my hands, the guest list, which should have only numbered dozens of people, swelled to hundreds with the names of the first companies to send bouquets.“Mom!” I snapped at the old woman. “I told you this was just a private party! What do you mean you invited so many of our company's business colleagues? Do you want news of this wedding to reach Mattheo's ears?”The old woman, standing still in front of my bride's dressing table, was busy with all the expensive make-up tools. I'd had enough of her forcing me to marry Luke in the first month of our move to Japan.I can still vividly reme

Belle's POV“Madam. Your room is upstairs.” The guard ordered to escort me began to look uncomfortable. Since my focus was on the surroundings of the party, the two big men also followed my gaze. Their confused faces looking at each other showed that only I realized who was looking at me from a distance.“What are you looking for, ma'am?” one of them asked. “If you're looking for Mr. Luke, then he's in the middle of the party. There are a lot of guests and he's serving them there,” he tried to explain.And I'm not looking for him! I'm looking for the man who looked at me earlier! My feelings or not, or maybe this was just an illusion created by the tired eyes of mental depression. However, there was one thing that made me uncomfortable. The man who was looking at me from a distance had the same eyes as Mattheo.My goosebumps instantly bristled just thinking about it. The idea of Mattheo's presence at this party scared me to death. Quickly, I tucked my body between the two guards' bodi

Belle's POVWith a thin cell phone thrust at me, it was as easy as that for him to turn my words upside down. It was just a screen, with a short conversation in the message history shown, last night at 7pm.“You can read it yourself, can't you?” chirped Robert. He threw the phone at me roughly. “You're the kind of woman who won't believe it unless you see it with your own eyes. It's like deja vu, isn't it? Back then, when I told you Mattheo was having an affair with your stepsister, you still wouldn't listen.”Robert continued to chatter about my past, patronizing me with his usual quirks. My focus, however, was more on this cell phone in my hand. I double-checked it very carefully, because it could be that the row of numbers I was looking at didn't belong to Luke.'Right. Why would he call Robert? It's not like they know each other. Right, you should be calmer than this, Belle.' I kept saying that in my heart in the hope that what I was seeing from this cell phone would disappear.Un