All Chapters of Betrayed, Contract Marriage with Mr. Devil: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

In the study, Qiara kept looking at Leon with curiosity. “Leon, don’t say that. Who was that little girl just now?” she asked, tilting her head slightly.Leon let out a sigh, his tone firm. “I already told you, she’s nobody.”“But I saw she seemed angry. Are you sure there’s no connection between you and her?” Qiara stared at him closely, as if trying to read his thoughts.Leon shifted his gaze, then walked toward the desk to tidy up some papers. “Qiara, we don’t need to talk about that. Just focus on us.”Qiara gave a faint smile. “Alright. I was just curious. Besides… I’m happy you’re willing to take me back after everything that happened.”Leon glanced at her briefly. “You were sick back then. I believe that if it wasn’t for that, you wouldn’t have left me.”Qiara nodded slightly, pretending to be touched. “Yes… I was foolish, Leon. But now I’m here, and I won’t leave again.”Leon simply nodded. “Let’s go downstairs, Mom is probably there.”They left the study and went down the sta

It was already late at night when Giselle stood in front of Leon’s bedroom door. Her heartbeat quickened. She didn’t know what drove her, but after hearing Leon’s statement earlier that afternoon, her chest felt like it was on fire.Without knocking, she slowly opened the door. The room’s lights were off, only the glow from the balcony faintly lit the spacious space. The night breeze and the subtle scent of tobacco greeted her.Giselle stepped in quietly toward the balcony. Her steps halted when she saw Leon’s back from a distance.The man stood with his back to the door, wearing only a thin black t-shirt and dark jogger pants. The shirt clung tightly to his well-sculpted body, highlighting the broad line of his shoulders and the tension of his muscles as he raised a cigarette to his lips.Smoke drifted slowly into the air, and the faint light at the end of the cigarette cast a sharp shadow over his chiseled jawline. One hand was tucked into his pocket, his posture relaxed but still d

That afternoon, the atmosphere in the De Santos Mansion felt calm. The lights in the living room were already on, giving the wide room a warm glow. Giselle had just come home from campus. She took off her shoes, then stepped inside with a tired face, her small backpack still hanging on her shoulder.But her steps halted. On the long sofa in the living room, Qiara sat leisurely with her legs crossed, a fashion magazine open in her hand. She looked so confident, as if the house already belonged to her.“Just got home, Giselle?” Qiara’s voice was flat, but full of mockery.Giselle glanced briefly, then continued walking. “Yes. Why?”Qiara closed her magazine, then placed it on the table. Her smile was sarcastic. “I just want to say, you better not waste your time. Just divorce Leon. It’s useless for you to hold on. He never loved you. His heart belongs only to me.”Giselle stopped, slowly turning. Her face was calm, though inside her chest there was a burning heat. “Oh, really? Unfortuna

The night at the De Santos Mansion was so quiet. The clock in Giselle’s room showed a little past eleven. The girl had just finished cleaning her face, then walked toward the bed. Her hair was left loose, her nightgown hung loosely on her shoulders.“Oh God… I’m so tired today,” she muttered softly. She pulled the blanket and was about to lie down.But just as her body touched the mattress, a loud noise suddenly rang out. BRAK! Her door was kicked open from the outside.“AAHH!” Giselle jolted, her body upright again. Her round eyes widened when she saw who was standing at the doorway.Leon.The man stood with heavy breaths, sweat clinging to his temple. His upper body was bare, only wearing black trousers. His broad chest and sculpted abs were clearly visible under the room light. His gaze was sharp, full of anger.“Leon… w-what are you doing here?” Giselle’s voice trembled.Leon walked in without answering, slamming the door shut so hard it shook the walls. “You think I’ll just stay

Giselle had just arrived at her own residence, the large house left by her parents that she rarely occupied. The girl slowly opened the door, walked inside, and placed her school bag on the living room sofa.She took a deep breath. “I’d better stay here, at least I can breathe without that devil’s shadow,” she muttered softly.It didn’t take long before Giselle grabbed her phone and dialed the number she knew by heart. Billy, the lawyer who had always helped her.“Billy, can you come to my house? I’m bored,” Giselle said briefly.The voice on the other end sounded a bit busy. “Giselle, I still have a case in court. A big one that I must handle. But after this, I’ll definitely come.”“All right. I’ll wait,” Giselle replied before hanging up.She drank a glass of water, trying to calm her mind. Just as she was about to lie down, the sound of the front door creaked. Giselle immediately turned with a wary look.A man entered with slow steps. That face made her blood run cold—Dirly.“Gisel