All Chapters of My Contracted Husband Is My Boss (Eng Ver.): Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Liliana’s Point of ViewI stared at his phone, adjusting the angle again and again as if changing the way I looked at it would somehow change what I was seeing. But it did not. No matter how much I tried, the same thing remained in front of me, clear and undeniable.I did not want to show that I was jealous. I refused to let it show. But the memories came rushing back, uninvited and painful. Everything that Gerald had done to me before, every moment I trusted him only to be betrayed in the end because of a third party. Someone I even trusted.It was hard to trust again after that. Especially now, with Asher.I had given him so much of my trust. I kept telling myself over and over that he was not capable of doing something like that. That he was different. But then what was this that I was seeing right now?I bit my lower lip, holding back the tears threatening to fall. My hands clenched into fists without me even noticing, my eyes still fixed on the screen.I wanted him to explain. I

Here’s your scene revised with proper quotation marks, smoother flow, and clearer emotional impact while keeping your original tone: --- 3rd Person’s Point of View They were gathered inside the meeting room, the air thick with tension and urgency. Theo stood at the front, explaining everything he knew about the group who had once kidnapped them years ago. It was the first time Jack had heard about it in detail. Back then, he had only been a child, too young to understand the gravity of what had happened. Theo, on the other hand, had also been young—but his mind had always been far more advanced than others his age. A child with a mind too sharp, too aware. Perhaps that was why the experience had twisted something inside him. Even now, there was something unhinged in the way he spoke… in the way he carried himself. Genius often came at a cost. "So you are saying you were once with them?" Jack asked, his brows drawn together. Theo nodded without hesitation. "Yes. We were with t

Liliana’s Point of View"I swallowed hard as I looked around the place they had taken me to."The air felt wrong. Too clean. Too cold. Too quiet.My steps slowed as realization sank in."A laboratory."My chest tightened painfully."What are you going to do to me in the laboratory"My voice came out softer than I expected, but it still echoed faintly against the walls."Experiment"That single word made my stomach twist.I swallowed again, fear slowly creeping into my veins as we continued walking until we reached a chair placed at the center of the room.It looked simple.But it felt like a trap."Sit down"I hesitated.But I knew I had no choice.Slowly, I obeyed.The moment I sat down, my eyes drifted to the side.Then I saw them.My eyes widened.Syringes.Different sizes. Different liquids.My breathing grew uneven."Wait… does that mean they are going to inject anything into me""Doctor, are you going to inject that into me""Yes"My heart pounded violently."No way"I raised my

Liliana’s Point of ViewEverything was ready.Our things had already been packed, neatly arranged as if this were just another ordinary trip. But deep inside, I knew it wasn’t. This wasn’t just leaving for a while.This was goodbye.Asher stayed close beside me as we walked down the stairs, his hand lightly supporting me, as if I might fall at any moment. His touch was gentle, careful, almost fragile.I let my gaze wander.Slowly, I looked around the mansion.Every corner. Every detail. Every memory.I wanted to take everything in one last time.Because I knew… I would never come back here again.“Are you sure you’ll be okay?” Asher asked softly.I nodded without hesitation, even though the truth felt heavier than my words.“I’m fine. I think I just got homesick. I just want to go home,” I said, keeping my voice steady.He nodded slowly, then pressed a gentle kiss on my forehead.But I didn’t look at him.I kept my eyes forward as we continued walking, until we reached the bottom of t

3rd Person’s Point of ViewAsher could not sit still.Ever since his call with Liliana the day before, something had been weighing heavily on his chest. A quiet unease had settled deep within him, growing stronger with every passing hour.After that call, he had tried reaching her again.And again.And again.But she never answered.Now that he had finally arrived in the Philippines, he continued calling her, his patience slowly wearing thin. Each unanswered call only made his heart beat faster, louder, more restless.Something was wrong.He could feel it.He leaned his head back against the seat and glanced out the window, his jaw tightening. He still had not explained anything to her. Not about Josephine. Not about what she might have misunderstood.Yesterday had been chaos. There had been trouble, something that demanded his full attention, leaving him no time to think clearly. Even now, the wounds on his body still ached, but he ignored them.None of it mattered.All he wanted was