Semua Bab a contact marriage to the comatose billonaire : Bab 1 - Bab 10

Kristin’s heart still pounded from Mrs. Moretti’s words. The weight of the contract she had signed earlier felt heavier than ever as she walked through the halls of the Moretti mansion. Everything around her screamed wealth, but it only made her feel smaller, out of place. She didn’t belong here. But there was no turning back now.Mrs. Moretti led her down a long hallway and stopped in front of a large door. "This is where you’ll find Lucas," she said, her voice cold. "You’ll stay here with him. Your duty is clear now."Kristin’s breath caught in her throat. She nodded silently and stepped into the room, her pulse quickening. The room was dimly lit, and the quiet beeping of medical machines filled the air. She blinked, taking in the scene before her.There, in the center of the room, was Lucas Moretti—lying in a bed, still as death. The machines around him hummed softly, monitoring his every breath. He didn’t look like the powerful billionaire she had imagined. His face was pale, his

Lucas’s condition had improved, but once the machines stopped their constant beeping, his confusion quickly turned into anger. His eyes, still blurry from the coma, locked onto his mother with a fiery intensity."Why?" Lucas demanded, his voice shaking with frustration. "Why did you pick a wife for me, Mother? You care more about the Moretti name than you do about me!" His words were raw with pain.Mrs. Moretti, usually calm and composed, appeared momentarily stunned by his outburst. She stepped closer to his bed, but her usually steady hands wavered as she seemed uncertain whether to comfort or scold him."Lucas, please, calm down," she said, trying to soothe him. "This is for the good of the family, you know that."But Lucas wasn’t listening. His fists clenched as he looked at Kristin, standing at the foot of his bed, frozen. He seethed with frustration."Gold digger," he muttered bitterly, glaring at Kristin. "That’s what you are, isn’t it? You’re just here for the money, the Moret

Kristin couldn’t hold it in anymore. As she continued to massage Lucas’s leg, the overwhelming emotions she had been bottling up for so long finally broke free. She tried to fight it, but the tears began to flow uncontrollably. The frustration, the loneliness, the anger—everything came pouring out as sobs wracked her body. Her chest tightened, and she could hardly breathe as she tried to suppress her sobs, but it was no use. She quickly stood up and walked out of the room, not caring if Lucas saw her break down. She couldn’t stay in there any longer. The coldness in his eyes, the hurtful things he had said—it was all too much. Once in her own room, she threw herself onto the bed and buried her face in her hands. The tears came in waves, and Kristin couldn’t stop them. She was angry—angry that she had been trapped in this marriage, angry that she was stuck with a man who didn’t even want her. She cried for the life she had been forced into, the one she never wanted. She cried because

A week had passed since Kristin had become a Moretyi in name only, yet every day felt heavier than the last. The mansion, grand and luxurious, felt more like a prison, and Lucas remained as distant as ever. His cold words still lingered in her mind, making it clear that she was nothing more than an unwanted presence in his life.But today, she needed to step away from it all—if only for a little while. She had to see her father.Before leaving, she decided to check on Lucas. Even if he didn’t want her around, she couldn’t bring herself to ignore him completely.Kristin pushed open the door to his room, and the early morning sunlight spilled through the windows, casting a golden glow over his face. She paused.For the first time, Lucas looked… different. He wasn’t wearing his usual guarded expression. His brows were slightly furrowed, his lips parted as if he had been lost in thought—or in pain. His eyes, though closed, were puffy. Had he been crying?A strange pang hit her chest at th

Kristin returned home feeling exhausted and frustrated. The encounter with Evelyn and Daniel at the hospital had left her shaken, and she could barely think straight. She ignored the concerned looks from the maids as she made her way up the grand staircase, her hands clenched into fists.Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions—anger, confusion, and a deep sense of helplessness. The weight of everything was suffocating, but she refused to break.As soon as she stepped into her room, she shut the door behind her and let out a deep breath. Stripping off her clothes, she walked straight into the bathroom and turned on the shower. The warm water poured over her, washing away the tension in her muscles. But no matter how long she stood there, the turmoil in her heart didn’t fade.After drying her hair and slipping into a soft robe, she hesitated. She didn’t want to be alone tonight.Without thinking much about it, she found herself walking toward Lucas’s room.She knocked lightly before pushin