All Chapters of His Reluctant Bride: Contracted To My Enemy : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Liora The next morning, I woke up to something hard pressing at my lower belly.I blinked slowly, my vision adjusting to the faint light spilling through the curtains. It took a moment to realize where I was.Tristan’s arm was wrapped firmly around my waist, holding me against him like I was something he didn’t want to let go of. My head rested on his chest, and I could feel the rise and fall of his breathing beneath my cheek, steady and warm.I froze, too aware of how close we were. His scent surrounded me, familiar, and maddeningly intoxicating.“Tristan,” I whispered, my voice still hoarse from sleep.He didn’t answer at first, just shifted slightly, tightening his grip as a low hum left his throat. “Hmm?”“You’re… holding me too tight,” I murmured, though I didn’t really move away.He cracked one eye open, a lazy smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Am I?” His voice was rough, heavy with sleep.“Yes,” I said, but it came out weaker than I intended.He loosened his hold a lit

Tristan When I got to the office, I was in unusually high spirits. Everything seemed lighter, even the chatter of employees in the hallway wasn't so annoying today.It felt like I was walking on air. Maybe it was the way she’d smiled earlier, or the warmth of her cheek under my lips when I kissed her goodbye. Whatever it was, it stayed with me, running through my veins like a quiet rush of adrenaline.She loves me. I could feel it now, even if she hadn’t said the words. It was there in her eyes, in the way she didn’t pull away this morning. And though I’d promised her I wouldn’t force anything, that I’d give her time, patience was suddenly becoming the hardest thing in the world.I wanted her with me. Not just in moments like that, but always. In my house. By my side.And the more I thought about it, the more that quiet promise I’d made started to feel like a thread I was dangerously close to snapping.The knock on my office door came just as I was lost in that thought.“Come in,” I

Tristan“Is Liora here?” I asked the woman standing at the door, even though she was the last person I ever wanted to speak to.If it wasn’t for Liora, I’d have no reason to come near this place, even though she's her mother. But right now, I couldn’t care less about pride or grudges, all I could think about was finding her.I’d driven straight here after leaving the company. It was simple logic, if she wasn’t at the office, then she’d either come home or stop here.“She left hours ago,” Florence said, her tone sharp but not entirely careless. “Even though she said she was coming back, she hasn’t shown up yet.”I exhaled slowly, tension tightening in my chest. “Alright. Thank you,” I said, already turning to leave.“Wait,” she called out. “I hope there is no problem?”I forced a smile that didn’t quite reach my eyes. “No, there’s no problem.”But as I said it, the words felt hollow. She might be nasty mean, even but she was still her mother. And part of me knew she deserved to know so

LioraI have no idea what time it is or even what day of the week but I can guess I’ve been here for about three days.After starving myself on purpose for so long, my body started giving in. I finally set my pride aside and ate the food he brought. At least he isn’t trying to kill me. And if I’m ever going to be saved, I need to stay alive a little longer… even if it feels like I’m slowly losing my mind, trapped in this room.I couldn’t stop thinking about Caleb. He must be worried sick about me by now. More importantly, has he been taking his medicine? The doctor said he needs his prescription regularly to recover properly, and now I’m terrified that, without me there, he might be neglecting it.Why is this happening now, just when everything was finally starting to fall into place? When I thought I was getting a grip on things?What would the girls think when they realize I never showed up at the office? Would they think I abandoned them again?And Tristan… how is he handling all t

LioraI was jolted awake by the sound of things moving around the room.My eyes blinked open, still heavy with sleep, only to see the man from before untying the ropes that bound my wrists. His expression was tense, his voice sharper than it ever was as he barked an order to the other guy in the room.When did another person get here? As far as I'm concerned, it's always been him alone.“Go get the car ready,” he said quickly, then turned back to me. He finally freed my hands only to press the cold mouth of a gun against my head. “Stand up. We’re moving.”“What?” I blinked, startled, every trace of drowsiness gone from my face. But before I could say anything, he shoved me forward.I stumbled out of the room, his hand gripping my arm tight as he dragged me outside. The place looked even more desolate than I thought like some abandoned warehouse. And it was only then I understood why he’d told me earlier that no one would hear me scream. We were in the middle of nowhere.He pushed me