All Chapters of My Contracted Husband Is My Boss (Eng Ver.): Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Liliana’s Point of ViewAfter we changed into fresh clothes, I forced myself to practice walking again. Thankfully, the medicine I took earlier finally kicked in, and I could walk properly now."I'm seriously going to hit you next time if you do something like that without asking me first.""You can do anything you want to me. I'm really sorry, my wife.""Oh."My eyes shifted to the phone in his hand. How many phones does he have now? It looked like he was holding two.If he had a mistress, where would he even save her number?"What's wrong? Is something bothering you? Do you want to borrow it? Here."He extended the phone toward me casually.No, if he’s giving me his phone that easily, then there’s no way his other woman’s name would be on it."Nothing," I replied coolly.I walked ahead of him, and he followed close behind. Then he gently took my hand and wrapped it around his arm, causing me to glance at him.He placed his phone in my hand, too."You know my password. Feel free to u

Liliana’s Point of View*If I were their child and found out what really happened, I’d have so many questions for them—especially about why they thought that was the right way to handle everything.“Did their daughter ever meet them?” I asked Asher, noticing how he suddenly looked at me.“Their daughter had amnesia,” he replied quietly, “after an accident years ago.”I froze. They did mention earlier that their daughter had been in danger during that time, but I didn’t realize the impact was that severe. She lost her memory?“Do they not have any plans to reintroduce themselves to her?” I asked again, the words falling out of my mouth faster than I expected.“They’re scared. They're afraid that if they show up now, it might trigger those memories—and possibly bring back the trauma, too.”“She has to face it eventually. That’s a part of her. And what if she actually misses them, even if she doesn’t remember them?”I didn’t even realize I was crying until Asher reached up and gently wip

Third Person's Point of ViewCoincidentally, on that same night, a lavish party was being held at the same hotel—a party to which Asher was also invited. But things didn’t go smoothly. The birthday girl had taken an unusual interest in him and made it impossible for him to leave without causing a scene.So, with a quiet urgency, he turned to one of his bodyguards. "I need to disappear—lend me your disguise."The guard, dressed as a hotel staff, handed him the uniform. Asher swiftly changed inside the restroom, every move deliberate, calculated. The fit was almost perfect, as if the disguise had always been meant for him. With one last glance in the mirror, he stepped out into the corridor, now unrecognizable.As he quietly slipped through the hallway, he couldn’t help but peek inside the grand ballroom. What he saw made his world stop.There, in the center of the spotlight, stood Liliana. Her expression was frozen, shocked, as Gerald knelt before her with a ring in hand.A piercing ac

Liliana’s Point of ViewThe day’s tasks were finally over. I stretched my arms and exhaled as I leaned back in my seat, glancing at my phone just as a message popped up from Gerald.He was asking me out on a date—tonight.I peeked toward the front, where he was already smiling at me. I bit my lip and leaned into the seat, making sure he caught that look on my face.And he did.I saw his Adam’s apple bob as he gulped—yup, he was falling for it. I warned myself earlier that I’d be channeling my inner Mirabelle today, and well… he better be ready for the flirtation I had in store.He gave me a hand signal from across the room, asking if our date was a go. I grinned and quickly typed my reply:"Okay, babe."Sent.I looked up just in time to see his grin stretch wider.I pulled out my bag and started touching up my lipstick, feeling a presence beside me. When I looked up, there was Mirabelle, sliding into the seat next to mine.“Beshy…” she started.I glanced at her briefly. “Hmm? Do you n

Liliana’s Point of ViewMy eyes were fixed on the ring in front of me.“Babe?”I saw the worry written all over his face. I looked at him and smiled, soft and composed.“I will.”Cheers erupted around the room. Applause followed, echoing through the entire floor. Everyone seemed happy—everyone, except me.Gerald smiled and immediately slid the ring onto my finger, then pulled me into a tight hug.“Thank you, Babe.”“Okay, let’s party!”I smiled faintly, playing along. The celebration kicked off, people started dancing and laughing, but deep inside, I felt sick.I buried the discomfort inside me. I had to keep my emotions in check.Bart approached me shortly after, concern evident in his eyes.“What does this mean?”I turned to him slowly, forcing another smile.“I knew we’d end up in this position.”“This is going to ruin your reputation if people find out you’re married and engaged at the same time,” he whispered, voice low under the loud music.We had moved to a more secluded part o