Lahat ng Kabanata ng President's Contract Wife : Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Troy Roger, who used to wait for her under the cherry tree in May, would stand there after school, his silhouette framed by the soft petals falling around him. His smile was always warmer than the spring breeze itself, a comforting presence in her world. She could still hear his voice, filled with a kind of tenderness that made her feel safe. "Nina, grow up faster," he'd say with a playful grin. "On your 18th birthday, I'll take you to the sea. Just you and me."Back then, those words felt like a promise, a beacon of hope she held onto as she navigated the trials of her young life. The sea. She had never seen it before, and the idea of it-vast and open, full of endless possibility-was something that kept her going. She wanted to grow up, just so she could stand beside him, looking out over the water.Troy Roger, who appeared out of nowhere like a god from heaven when those off-campus punks tried to corner her. She could still see the flash of his fierce determination when they made a

Nina Morrison slowly opens her tear-soaked eyes, her vision blurred by the flow of tears, and stares up at Lucien Gray. Her body feels heavy with resignation, yet a flicker of defiance still burns inside her.Lucien pauses as he catches the ineffable pain and pallor in her gaze, something cold and distant that sends a chill down his spine. In that moment, he knows-there's another man in her heart.A violent surge of anger courses through him, lighting his blood on fire. How dare she? His hands clench into fists by his side. His chest tightens, the raw fury pulsing within him like a heartbeat. Who is he? The thought of her thinking of anyone else is unbearable. Nina Morrison is my woman. I'll never allow her to belong to anyone else.Lucien's eyes blaze, his expression darkening with rage, his lips curling into a tight, furious line. Without another word, his mouth crashes down on hers, a fiery, angry kiss meant to claim her. His lips are rough, cold where hers are soft, demanding wher

Lucien Gray tries to rid his mind of distracting thoughts, especially the image of the little woman haunting him. Right now, all he wants is to vent. Any woman should suffice-anyone who can clear the chaos in his mind.Lying idly on the sofa, he closes his deep-set eyes halfway. His strong arms encircle the woman's waist.But the moment he touches her, his body stiffens.Damn it! What is this feeling?"Get out!" Lucien Gray shoves the woman away, his dark eyes blazing with anger."Gray! Gray, you-" the woman stammers in shock.But Lucien's expression darkens further. There's nothing-no spark, no desire for the woman before him.Because the one he truly wants to hold, the one he craves to touch, is not her."Damn it! Get out of here!" he growls, roughly pushing her wriggling body aside. Rising abruptly, he strides toward the window, his posture tense, his face filled with frustration.Grabbing his phone, he activates the locator system on Nina Morrison's wristband.His brow furrows dee

Marcus, though tall and sturdy, is no match for Lucien's raw, dangerous aura. He hesitates, unsure of what to do.Lucien's thick eyebrows knit even tighter, his fists clenched so hard that his knuckles turn white. His anger is palpable. Nina Morrison, are you protecting your lover? The thought sends his fury skyrocketing.Marcus, still confused, barely has time to react before Lucien's fist slams into his face. The force of the punch sends him staggering backward."Lucien Gray! What are you doing? Are you insane?" Nina yells, stepping in front of Marcus. Her bright eyes glisten with unshed tears as she stares at Lucien, frustration and desperation etched on her face.Lucien's chest tightens painfully. Nina's blatant defense of Marcus only fuels his anger. His dark eyes narrow dangerously. "Nina Morrison, move out of the way before I hit you too!" he growls.Marcus, now furious after taking two punches without cause, clenches his fists and charges at Lucien.Lucien smirks coldly, deliv

The city looks particularly beautiful on summer nights. Row upon row of tall buildings lines the horizon, while the busy streets and vibrant lights, red, gold, and green create a lively yet serene atmosphere. The warm, humid evening breeze carries the faint scent of gardenias, drifting in through the car window.The sleek Lamborghini heads toward the shantytown where Nina Morrison lives."Nina Morrison, you have ten minutes to say goodbye to your stepmother and sister, then get out immediately," Lucien Gray orders, his tone sharp and unyielding."Ten minutes? I still need to pack my things," Nina protests, shooting him a displeased look. Her face is marked with bruises, her eyes tinged with blue and purple-her misery etched visibly.Lucien's gaze softens for a moment, but his voice remains cold and detached. "Fifteen minutes, then. But if you take any longer, I can't guarantee what will happen."Tyrant. Devil. Psycho. Megalomaniac! Nina curses him silently, rolling her eyes in exasper