My Contracted Husband Is My Boss (Eng Ver.) のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 151 - チャプター 160

Liliana’s Point of ViewWe finally arrived at their mansion here in Switzerland, and the moment I stepped out, I couldn’t help but stare in awe. The place was breathtaking. It looked like something straight out of a dream, the kind of home you only see in movies or magazines. Everything about it felt grand yet warm at the same time.“Welcome to our home, Baby Liliana.”I smiled at Uncle Grandpa’s greeting, feeling a sudden sense of comfort despite being so far from everything familiar.“Thank you,” I replied softly.“Ah, you can take Liliana to her room. I’ll go ahead and find my wife and tell her that Liliana is already here.”“Okay, Grosspapi. We’ll take care of our beautiful guest.”He smiled and nodded gently before walking away. There was something about his presence that made me feel safe, like I had truly come to the right place.“Come on, Liliana.”Elise wrapped her arm around mine, pulling me along as we stepped inside the mansion. The interior was just as stunning as the out

Liliana’s Point of ViewIt had been a week since I arrived in Switzerland, and just like the first day, nothing about the way they treated me had changed. If anything, they had grown even warmer, even more welcoming, as if I had always belonged here.I had slowly settled into their routine. I helped with the household chores whenever I could, insisting on doing my part despite their constant reminders that I didn’t have to. Today, I was outside in the garden, watering the plants lined neatly along the pathways.The air was still cold, but not as harsh as before. Winter had just passed, and signs of spring were beginning to show. Flowers of different colors had started to bloom, their petals soft and vibrant against the pale surroundings. I found myself smiling as I moved from one plant to another, carefully pouring water into the soil.It was peaceful.For once, my mind felt quiet.I glanced ahead and saw Auntie Grandma seated comfortably, holding a cup of tea in her hands. She notice

Third Person’s Point of ViewEnzo clenched his fists as he stared at Liliana, who was happily waving at him from the garden.“I’ll do everything… just to become strong enough to protect you, baby sister.”“Big brother!”His gaze softened as he saw her running toward him, holding a small bunch of flowers in her hands.I won’t let that beautiful smile disappear from your lips.“Brother, this is for you,” she said, handing him the flowers.Enzo frowned slightly, concerned. “Don’t you hate picking flowers from your garden?”Liliana loved her garden more than anything. She took care of every plant like it was her own treasure.She smiled brightly. “You’re my favorite brother. You’re special to me, so you deserve flowers.”Enzo couldn’t help but smile. He pulled her into a tight embrace.“Thank you so much, baby sister.”“You’re welcome, brother.”The Next DayReality came crashing down.Enzo stood near the window, his expression dark as he watched the chaos unfold outside.People were alre

Liliana’s Point of ViewI found myself crying over and over again, my eyes fixed on my phone as if it held all the answers I had been avoiding for the past six months. I had no idea that during all that time, my husband had been searching for me relentlessly.He had even clarified everything to the media. He told them there was no other woman in his life but me. The woman people were talking about was nothing more than his older sister. A misunderstanding. A simple, painful misunderstanding that had cost us everything.“Liliana…”I slowly lifted my gaze and saw Elise looking at me, her eyes filled with worry and concern.“You’ve seen it yourself, haven’t you? It was all just a misunderstanding. Don’t you have any plans to go back to your husband? So you won’t have to keep hurting like this.”She gently held my hand, her touch warm and grounding.“You deserve to be happy. Both of you do. There’s no contract anymore, no boundaries holding you back. Love him as much as you can. Think abo

Liliana’s Point of ViewEvery single day, I stayed by his side.I would gently wipe his face, his hands, his entire body while he remained unconscious, unmoving yet still so painfully present. It became my routine, my purpose, my way of holding on to him even when he could not hold me back.I talked to him about everything.Sometimes it was about the company, sometimes about the memories we shared, and sometimes about the baby growing quietly inside me. I would hold his hand as I spoke, as if hoping that somehow, through my touch, he could feel that I was here.That I never truly left.I had also taken over his responsibilities in the company. Thankfully, I had enough knowledge to handle things, even if it was overwhelming at times. At first, people were surprised when I returned. There were whispers, doubts, questions.But the investors trusted me.And slowly, the chaos within the company began to settle. Meetings became calmer. Decisions became clearer. It was as if everything was w