All Chapters of My Contracted Husband, The Heartless CEO has Amnesia?!: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Chapter 41DMITRII woke to the familiar warmth of Sloane pressed against my back, his arm draped over my waist in the possessive way he slept. The morning light was filtering through our bedroom curtains, casting everything in a soft golden glow that made me want to stay in bed for hours.Last night had been a blur of phone calls, security arrangements, and the kind of controlled chaos that came with mobilizing an entire network of people in response to a crisis. By the time I'd made it home, Sloane had already been asleep, curled up on his side of the bed with one of his case files scattered across the nightstand.Now, though, he was very much awake. I could feel him stirring behind me, his lips brushing against the back of my neck in a way that sent shivers down my spine."Good morning, handsome," he murmured, his voice still rough with sleep as his hand began tracing lazy patterns across my chest."Morning," I said, turning in his arms so I could see his face. Sloane was beautiful

Chapter 43XENOISThe botanical gardens had always been one of Celeste's favorite places in the city, this was something that had stuck to me even with my amnesia. I vaguely remembered her visits here sometimes alone, sometimes with the kids when she needed a breather from the responsibilities as my wife. There was something about the carefully cared for beauty, the peaceful atmosphere that appealed to her.As I watched our boys running ahead on the winding path, their laughter echoing off the glass walls of the conservatory, I felt a moment of pure contentment despite everything that had happened.This was what I was fighting to protect. This simple, perfect family moment where my children could just be children, where my wife could smile without fear, where we could be ourselves without fear of being targeted by our enemies."They seem to be bouncing back well," Celeste said, slipping her hand into mine as we walked slowly behind the boys, I smiled a bit at her initiative, but pret

Chapter 45XENOISThe morning light made its way through my office windows casting shadows and light across the stacks of reports and documents that had compiled during my two day absence. I had been loathing this return to normalcy and I hated the idea of leaving my family even for the fact that I had to go in to the company and work. But Celeste had been right about this– the boys needed to return to their regular routine, such as school, homework and classes, they needed to feel like the world hadn't completely changed because of what had happened to them.Still, agreeing to let them go back to school had been one of the hardest decisions I'd made in recent memory. Every instinct I had screamed against it, against letting them out of my sight when someone was still out there, someone dangerous enough to plan profession hits on my family and also take out their agents to avoid anything being linked back to them.But I'd compromised on this issue. Dmitri had placed a full security

Chapter 47CELESTEThe warehouse smelled of salt air and rot, it was a combination that I had been used to, over the years. I stood in the shadows near the loading dock, watching as Sandro's men pushed off their latest "merchandise" off the truck like cattle. My stomach churned with nausea at the sight, but I forced myself to remain composed and unaffected. This was the part of my work that never got easier, no matter how many times I'd done it.Fifty souls. That's what Sandro called them – merchandise, inventory, assets. But I saw them for what they really were: children and young adults who'd been torn from their lives, their families, their futures, and reduced to nothing more than money in someone's ledger.."Mrs. Kingston," Sandro's voice carried that false happiness and respect that made my skin crawl. He was a thin man with sunken black greedy eyes and hands that moved too much when he talked, as if he couldn't contain his excitement over the deal we were about to make. "Yo

Chapter 49XENOISThe silence in the study room was broken from the sound of the pencil on paper and the frustrated sighs of the boys as they worked through their assignments. I sat at the large mahogany desk, helping Troy with his mathematics problems while Lake and Soren worked independently on their homework."Dad, you're really good at this," Troy said, looking up at me with eyes that reminded me of Celeste. "How come you know all the answers?"I smiled, ruffling his hair gently as I replied to him. "Because I went to school once too, buddy. A very long time ago.""Were you as smart then as you are now?" Lake asked from across the room, not looking up from his science worksheet."Probably not," I admitted. "I had to study hard and practice, just like you're doing now."It was strange in a way to be seated here with my sons, feeling so familiar with this role, especially when everything else about my life felt like I was constantly trying to catch up. The boys had been genuinely