All Chapters of Mafia's Contract Wife: A Crazy Chemistry: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Sarah’s POV “Vince,” she called out, yet I closed my eyes, pretending to sleep. I could not quite explain my feelings towards this woman. One moment, I'd been going haywire trying to find her, and the next, I seemed to be at peace with her in my embrace, yet how could I come to terms with what exactly I felt? I knew she wanted to ask questions when she called out my name, but I could only close my eyes and pretend. “Thank you.” She said, and I felt her plop on her arm, her gaze focused on my face. My chest stirred with something I had not felt in a while. I felt the cool touch of her lips against my forehead as she kissed me, and a chill ran down my spine. Others were scared of me…many people were due to how much blood I had on my hands, but this woman, even after seeing me shoot, doesn't feel an ounce of fear towards me. Many women would have ran away, but she? She was still here…and even carrying my child. I opened my eyes only when I heard her even breath against me, and I cast

Sarah’s POV “What are you doing?” I asked, my heart still shaking from the force of his pull. My eyes moved to stare at his once colorful face that looked pale at the moment, feeling something move in my chest, but his lips lifted into a smirk. “Weren't you initially going to give me a bed bath?” He asked, and although he was wounded, I saw the mischievousness in his eyes, which made me shake my head helplessly. The whole water had splashed all over the place. As if sensing my thoughts, he said, “You don't have to clean the bed. Have the maids do it.” I stared at him for a fleeting second, seeing his bare chest glistening from the water. How could I let someone else clean him? I shook my head to get rid of the thoughts before turning again. “I'll do it myself,” I said, going to clean him up, and I could see a gentle smirk tug at the corners of his lips. I had to dress his wounds again before changing the sheets and heading back to the kitchen. By now, the whole mansion had tur

Sarah’s POV I hadn't realized when I fell asleep, but when I opened my eyes again, morning had already arrived. I groaned in frustration as the sunlight pierced through the curtains, hitting my vision. When I turned, Vince was not on the bed. I scrambled up, my heart thumping furiously beneath my chest as I looked for him. The bathroom was empty, and so was the study. How could the man go out in his condition?When my bare feet hit the floor of the dining hall, they came to a halt, and I sighed in relief. He was sitting at the head of the table, his wound dressed in a new gauze. The previous ashiness in his color was gone, replaced by a glow. He seemed to be fine, I thought, but when I saw the grave look on his face as he stared at me, I could not help but feel that something was wrong. Without waiting for him to speak, I walked to the dining table and pulled out a chair in which I sat. “You were up quite early,” I commented, but only got a hum from the man. Soon, the meal was se

Sarah’s POV His answer hit me like a physical blow. A single word, and yet it shattered whatever fragile hope I’d been clinging to. My breath caught in my throat, my fingers digging into the hospital sheets as if they could save me against the crushing weight of his betrayal. Vince didn’t look at me as he set the food containers down, his movements detached. The silence between us stretched, and it felt utterly suffocating. "You…" My voice cracked. "You really think I could do that?" Finally, he turned, his expression unreadable. "The evidence is there, Sarah." "The evidence?" I choked out, my hands trembling. "A blurry security video? That’s all it takes for you to believe I’d murder my own grandmother?" His jaw tightened. "It’s not just the video. Your father—" "My father?" A bitter laugh escaped me. "The same man who disowned me before? The same man who hates me? You’re taking his word over mine?" Vince exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. "I did

Sarah’s POV"I heard Master Vincenzo finally found the woman who saved him years ago." My stomach churned with something unfathomable as I listened to them. Eloha? It couldn’t be. Could it?But the way he had looked at her, that subtle softening of his expression, told me everything I needed to know. I forced myself to walk away before I heard more, my mind racing. If Eloha was the woman from Vince’s past, then what did that mean for me? For us? The contract between us had always been clear–a business arrangement, nothing more. But somewhere along the way, I had let myself believe there was something real between us. And now? Now, reality had hit me hard.Back in the bedroom, I set the glass down with shaky hands, my reflection in the mirror pale. For a moment, I thought I looked exactly the way I did when John dumped me. The woman staring back at me looked broken. I couldn’t stay here. Not like this. Grabbing my phone, I scrolled through my contacts until I found Juliana