All Chapters of Betrayed, Contract Marriage with Mr. Devil: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Chapter 61This morning, the atmosphere in the dining room felt warm. The aroma of toasted bread, eggs, and chicken soup filled the air. Servants bustled about arranging the table, while sunlight streamed in through the large windows, making the room look even brighter.Giselle sat on the long chair, already prepared with a plate in front of her. She wore a simple white blouse and long pants. Although her face still looked pale from last night’s fever, a faint smile remained on her lips as she scooped up the warm chicken soup.“Hmm… this is so delicious.” Giselle closed her eyes for a moment, truly enjoying it. “I can eat a lot this morning.”At the end of the table, Mrs. Hansel—or what she was usually called, Aunt Hansel—watched quietly. A mischievous smile curved on the middle-aged woman’s lips. Her eyes were fixed on Giselle’s neck.“Giselle,” Hansel suddenly called.The girl looked up quickly, almost choking. “Yes, Auntie?”Hansel rested her chin on her hand, staring intently at G

The black car sped fast down the road in broad daylight. The roar of the engine drowned out Giselle’s relentless screams as she fought back. Her body was restrained by the seatbelt, but that didn’t stop her.“Dirly! Let me go! You’re insane! Do you think I’m still the foolish woman who would believe you?!” Giselle shouted loudly, her hands pounding the dashboard and the window.Dirly glanced at her with a smirk. “You’re still as stubborn as ever. That’s what I like about you, Giselle. You can struggle all you want, but this time I won’t let you go.”“To hell with you!” Giselle spat at him furiously. “You’ve already ruined my life! I hate you!”Dirly only chuckled low, his voice full of arrogance. “Your hatred only makes me want you more. You can say whatever you like, but I know… deep down, you still haven’t forgotten me.”“Stop making things up! You are no longer part of my life!” Giselle screamed, her eyes red with tears and rage mixed together.Meanwhile, without Dirly noticing, Gi

Billy’s question slipped out just like that, making the room feel frozen.Giselle, still lying with her head bandaged, immediately stiffened. Her eyes widened slightly, her heart pounding fast.“Earlier… you addressed Mr. Leon as if you already knew him,” Billy said, looking at her with curiosity. “And Miss Qiara… how could they show up here, right after your incident?”Giselle bit her lip. In a split second, her brain worked hard to find an excuse. She couldn’t just speak carelessly—there was no way she could tell Billy about the contract marriage.“Uhmm… actually…” Giselle cleared her throat, trying to steady her voice. “Mr. Leon is still related to me. He’s my grandmother’s cousin. So, you could say he’s a distant relative.”Billy seemed to think, then slowly nodded. “Ah, I see.” He took a deep breath, his face finally easing a little. “No wonder you both didn’t seem unfamiliar.”Giselle forced a smile, though her heart was pounding wildly. Luckily, Billy believed it right away. Bu

Chapter 68That morning the sky was gray. A fine drizzle fell over the De Santos mansion grounds, giving off the faint scent of wet earth. Leon stood in front of the large window of his study, looking out with a flat expression. Steam rose from the black coffee in his cup. Without turning, he said softly but firmly, “Find out about a man named Dirly. I want a full report. Who he is, what he does, and why he dares to approach Giselle.”“All right, Mr. Leon,” answered one of his men who stood before the desk, a man in a black shirt with a very polite demeanour. Leon did not look back; his gaze remained on the window. “I don’t want anyone touching my wife without permission. Even if I don’t love her, the De Santos name must not be tarnished.”The man bowed. “I understand, Sir.” He promptly left the room, leaving Leon in rigid silence.A few hours later the study door was knocked. “Come in.” The same man entered again, this time carrying a thick folder. “We’ve obtained everything, Sir.” Le

At ten minutes past eleven in the morning, Leon sat in his office chair, leaning back against the black leather seat, one hand pressing his temple while his gaze was fixed on the computer screen. His face looked tired and grim.A knock sounded at the door. “Come in,” he said flatly.A man dressed in black entered and bowed slightly. “Sir, we received a new report from the eastern border. There’s a problem with the group that usually handles distribution. It seems an outside party is trying to take over that area.”Leon let out a long sigh, then looked sharply at his subordinate. “A usual problem?” he asked without expression.“It seems so, Sir. But this time it’s a little complicated. They bribed a few people within the monitoring team.”Leon massaged the bridge of his nose. “I’m not in the mood for this kind of problem,” he muttered softly, then looked up sharply. “Send Mateo and his men there. Tell them to settle it quickly, no unnecessary talk.”“Yes, Sir.”Leon waved his hand, sig