All Chapters of Betrayed, Contract Marriage with Mr. Devil: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

A few days later, the campus was lively that afternoon. Students were walking back and forth across the courtyard — some busy with assignments, others relaxing in the small garden near the main building.Giselle had just come out of the administration office with several documents in her hands. She looked calm, wearing a light blue blouse and black trousers, her hair tied neatly in a simple ponytail.She had only taken a few steps when the sound of heels striking the floor echoed behind her.“Giselle.”Giselle stopped and turned around, her eyes narrowing. At the entrance stood Qiara, wearing an expensive cream-colored dress and oversized sunglasses that covered half her face. A branded handbag hung casually from her arm.“Qiara?” Giselle’s voice was flat. “What are you doing here?”Qiara slowly lowered her sunglasses, looking Giselle up and down. “So, you’re still here. I thought you’d disappear right after the divorce.”Giselle raised an eyebrow. “Unfortunately, not yet. I had a few

From behind the tinted window of a black car parked near the airport, Leon kept his gaze fixed on the exit gate, where Giselle and a small child had just gotten into a taxi.His face was rigid, his dark eyes unmoving. It was as if he was looking at something that should have disappeared long ago — yet there it was, standing so vividly before him once again.“Joe,” he called softly.His personal assistant, Joe, who was sitting in the front seat, immediately turned around. “Yes, Mr. Leon?”“Follow that taxi. But don’t get too close.”Joe nodded quickly. “Understood, sir.”The black car began to move, keeping a careful distance. Leon leaned back in his seat, his gaze still straight ahead. In his mind, Giselle’s face replayed — the last smile she gave him seven years ago.“Impossible,” he muttered under his breath. “She really came back?”Joe glanced at him through the rearview mirror. “Sir, are you thinking about Miss Giselle?”Leon didn’t answer right away. His hand slowly tightened int

That morning, the central hospital was busier than usual.Giselle walked briskly through the main corridor in her crisp white shirt and new doctor’s coat, her hair neatly tied back. In her left hand, she held a folder of medical notes, while her right hand scrolled quickly through her phone—replying to messages from a patient’s family asking about their loved one’s condition.“Alright, I’ll update you this afternoon,” she typed quickly before slipping the phone into her coat pocket.She took a deep breath. It had been a week since she started working at this hospital, and today she was assigned to handle a patient in a vegetative state—someone who had been unconscious for several months.As she entered the intensive care unit, Giselle saw several doctors discussing around a patient’s bed.A middle-aged man in a gray coat stood at the front, holding a file and speaking in a firm tone.“This patient hasn’t shown any significant response for three months. His brain is too weak to react,”

Giselle walked out of the archive room. Her breathing was still uneven, her mind in chaos, and her heart pounded as if she had just run a marathon.Her hands still trembled slightly, but what shook her the most were Leon’s final words — the ones she had waited seven years to hear in silence.She turned toward the long corridor that had grown quiet.“No,” she whispered softly, “I can’t let everything end just like that.”Without thinking twice, Giselle started running. Her footsteps echoed across the polished hospital floor, while several nurses turned to look in surprise at the young doctor sprinting with a worried expression.When she reached the lobby, she saw the familiar figure just stepping out the front door.“Leon!” she called loudly.Leon stopped. He turned, and for a moment, time seemed to freeze between them.Their eyes met — filled with hesitation, pain, but also a truth they could no longer hide.Giselle ran closer, breathless when she finally stopped in front of him. “Wai

That morning,Giselle stepped out of the car with Gesha, who was clutching her stuffed bunny tightly.“Wow, Mommy… is this the house?” Gesha asked, her eyes sparkling.Giselle smiled softly. “Yes, Sweetheart. This is the house where Mommy grew up.”The house still stood strong, even though it had been unoccupied for a long time.“It looks like something from a movie,” Gesha said in awe. “The house is so big!”“Your grandparents used to live here,” Giselle explained as she pushed open the heavy iron gate. “Now… this house belongs to us.”Gesha jumped excitedly. “Yay! So I get a big room too?”“Of course,” Giselle answered with a laugh.They walked inside. The air in the house was slightly damp, but it still felt warm and full of memories.On the living room wall, family portraits were still neatly hung. Giselle paused, staring at the picture of her father and mother.“It’s been so long,” she whispered softly.Gesha looked at the photo too. “Are those Grandpa and Grandma?”“Yes,” Gisell