All Chapters of Contract Marriage To The Alpha King : Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Ava’s POVI woke in gray, watery light—a world quietly grieving with me. Rain pinged at the windows. The sky hung low and uncertain, casting our bedroom in a faded hush like a story retold by sadness.I blinked into the silence, throat rough, head heavy from tears and broken sleep. For a moment, I didn’t remember. For a moment, I was simply Ava—in bed, cradled by warmth, wrapped in safety.But the ache returned the instant I moved: Eli was gone. The knowledge welled inside me, vast and echoing, like an empty stage awaiting its star. My twin. My other half. The day before, my world had ended. Today, I was supposed to find a way to begin again.I lay as still as I could, unwilling to break the fragile spell that Damian’s arms had woven around me in the night. At some point, I’d shifted; his palm now splayed gently over my belly, careful and possessive, his breath steady at the nape of my neck. Even asleep, he guarded my grief with all the ferocity he’d shown at the grave.I wanted to si

Damian's POVBy the time we reached the office, the rain had settled into a gentle, endless hush—a city half-drowned in memory, half-waiting for disaster. I insisted the driver take Ava home first, resisting her pushback with a gentleness that only made her scowl.“I can come in with you—”I touched her wrist, guided her fingers to my chest where my pulse thundered beneath my shirt. “Not today, sunlight. Some days you let me do my job. You rest. I’ll call if I’m longer than an hour.”She pressed her thumb into my palm, more stubborn since the last ultrasound, always fighting for her place at my side. Her hair shone in the gray light, the curve of her cheek nearly undone by worry.“Don’t start any wars without me,” she insisted. Her lips ghosted over mine, a fleeting warmth before the world’s chill reclaimed me.“I make no promises.”The car door closed; her figure retreated into the building—my fortress for her, a shelter against the turning storm. I waited, watching her vanish, befor

Damian’s POVThe drive home was an exile, each passing streetlight a reminder of everything that had been lost. The city was sodden—buildings blurred and reflected in the slick obsidian of the tarmac, shadows clinging to alleyways where ambition and regret shared cigarettes. The storm’s remnants lingered, just enough to drown the city in melancholy, just enough to remind me what it meant to be hunted by grief.My hands gripped the wheel tighter than required, veins straining against flesh as I replayed the night's events—the boardroom’s betrayal, Hanlon’s venomous threats, and the constant sense of time running out. The jaguar sped up the long drive, headlights carving through mist, until the mansion’s silhouette appeared, bathed in gold beneath the rain-flecked portico. In that moment, it wasn’t just a house. It was a sanctuary, armored by memory and the promise of Ava.The engine cut. The hush of the courtyard enveloped me—a wordless welcome. I sat for a beat, forehead pressed again

Ava's POV The elevator doors slid open with a soft, almost mocking chime, spilling us into the throbbing heart of the tower—a vast expanse of glass-walled offices where sunlight fractured into harsh prisms, servers hummed like distant thunder, and the low, ceaseless murmur of ambition defined Damian's empire. The air was thick with the mingled scents of fresh-brewed coffee from the high-end espresso machines, the sharp tang of printer ink wafting from the copy room, and an undercurrent of something metallic, almost electric: tension. It had been building like a storm since Hanlon's venomous visit yesterday, poisoning the atmosphere, turning every glance into a potential betrayal. Staffers glanced up from their ergonomic desks, their eyes lingering a beat too long on us—on me, specifically. My hand was still entwined with Damian's, warm and unyielding, while my other rested protectively on the gentle swell of my belly, where the pup stirred faintly, as if sensing the unease. Whisp

Ava's POV The kiss lingered like a lifeline in the storm, Damian's lips softening against mine as if he could pour all his rage, all his fear, into that single point of contact. His hand, still raw from the punches, cupped the back of my neck with surprising gentleness, while the other splayed protectively over my belly, where the pup responded with a series of insistent flutters—like tiny drumbeats echoing our shared heartbeat. The office beyond the locked door felt worlds away, muffled by the thick glass walls and the hum of the air conditioning, but I could sense it: the fragile veneer of normalcy cracking under the weight of what had just exploded in the open workspace. Whispers would morph into emails, emails into reports, and before long, Hanlon would have fresh ammunition to twist into knives.I pulled back slightly, my breath mingling with his, foreheads still touching in that intimate space we carved out amid the corporate battlefield. "Damian," I whispered, my voice steady