บททั้งหมดของ Married by Contract, Destined by Fate: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Roseline's POV Just as I was about to see the photograph, Vincenzo shouted from behind, making me flinched at my place. The photograph slipped from my finger as I was startled by the roar of Vincenzo. The sound of Vincenzo's voice, filled with frustration and rage, sent a chill down my spine. My heart skipped a beat, and I spun around, my eyes widening in alarm at the sight before me. Vincenzo stood there, his presence dominating the room, engulfed in overwhelming anger that radiated from every fiber of his being. He always keeps his face stoic, void of any emotions, but right now even the blind could sense the wrath that his body was emitting. It was as if the dam holding back his feelings had burst, unleashing a torrent of pent-up frustration. His eyes, usually calm and serene, were now bloodshot and ablaze with fiery intensity. The veins on his forehead pulsed with the force of his rage, and his jaw clenched so tightly that it seemed as if it might break under the strain and h

Roseline's POV I was restless, tossing and turning in bed, unable to find any respite in sleep. The words of Vincenzo were still ringing in my head. They have deeply hurt me. I was just trying to console him so that he wouldn't feel alone. But he humiliated me in return. I didn't know that my calling him 'Enzo' would enrage him so much. I would have never called him. I could again feel tears stinging my eyes. Keeping his thoughts aside for the moment, I closed my eyes again, trying to sleep. My eyes snapped open again when I realized that Vincenzo had left the house two hours ago and hadn't returned yet. Despite everything he had done to me, I couldn't help but worry for his safety. My heart pounded as the clouds thundered. He would be fine! He is a grown-up man, not a kid who doesn't need anyone to look after him. As I closed my eyes again, attempting to quiet my mind, I heard a disturbance at the door of the room, causing me to open my eyes once more. To my surprise, Vincenzo

Roseline's POV I stirred in my sleep with the chirping of the birds. I felt a hard mattress below me before I could open my eyes. Did I sleep on the rock last night? My eyes felt heavy and I slowly blinked them open. The thought lingered as I struggled to wake up. My eyelids felt heavy, and the bright sunlight streaming through the window made it even more difficult to open them. With a sleepy yawn, I tried to sit up, only to realize that I was somehow trapped. Where am I? Am I kidnapped? Panic started to set in. The fear raced through my mind, causing my eyes to snap wide open. And right before me was Vincenzo's face, his features now visible in the morning light. To my surprise, I found myself practically lying on top of him. How did I end up here? I slept beside him last night. Didn't I? My eyes moved to the wall clock and I found that it was already 10 and he usually leaves at 9 for the office. "I couldn't move because you were sleeping over me," he remarked, almost as

Roseline's POV As promised, he didn't leave my side the entire day. From the moment we left the house in the morning until the evening, he remained a constant presence, accompanying me to the five orphanages I needed to visit today. As we arrived at each orphanage, he patiently waited outside while I went inside to collect the necessary data. I took extra time inside the orphanage, testing his patience, thinking maybe he would lose it and leave me alone but he didn't. The children at the orphanages brought a spark of joy to my weary soul. Vincenzo, standing outside the orphanages, observed my interactions with the children from a distance. Despite his stoic demeanor, I could sense a flicker of warmth in his eyes as he watched me as if witnessing the impact of my work on my spirit. It was in those moments that I glimpsed a side of him I hadn't seen before—a softness, a hint of compassion. But I shrugged off the thought as soon as the condition under which he married me came to min

Roseline's POV"We don't have a full day. Just come out; I don't want you to ruin my car," he said with a hint of annoyance, breaking the chain of my thoughts.His voice carried a tinge of impatience that reached not only my ears but also those of the people around us.I wrestled with conflicting emotions, torn between satisfying my hunger and maintaining my sense of self-worth.The weight of passersby's scrutiny added to the pressure I felt, intensifying my internal struggle."Come out already," he ordered, this time in a stern voice. It seems like he will pull me out of the car forcefully if I don't listen to him.Under the pressure of his order and my hunger, my resolve finally broke and I stepped out of the car. He moved the plate towards me as I was stood in front of him."You know, I am not sure if I can trust the quality of this street food. What if you have contaminated it with a potion that makes me burst into song every time I take a bite?" I askedHis eyes widened a bit at