All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Contracted Bride: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

“Whatever you’ve done, it’s not your fault, you are—”“You don’t fucking get it, Naina!” he snapped, his voice louder than he probably meant, and the second it left his lips, I saw the regret flash across his face. But I didn’t flinch. I didn’t shrink back. I just stood there, looking at him like I wasn’t afraid of the mess he thought he was.He looked away and his throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. “You two just…” he started, glancing at me, then at Kyle. The silence stretched, thick and heavy until he finally whispered, “I… I…”He couldn’t get the words out. I saw it then, in his eyes. He wasn’t just angry, he was breaking . Kyle took a step toward him slowly like he didn’t want to startle him.He reached out but Lucas stepped back, like Kyle’s touch would burn him.“She was right,” Lucas said quietly. “Even before Naina walked into my life… you were always my weakness.”Kyle’s brow furrowed “And because of you,” Lucas continued, “I’ve done things that can never be put back to

I watched Kyle, silent and still, as if trying to gather words that wouldn’t come.“If they’re connected,” he finally said “then why would my grandmother kill my parents?”I exhaled slowly, rubbing my palm against my temple.“Kyle, why are you acting like you’re trying to avoid the truth?” I said, staring at him. “It only means one thing, she’s not related to the Prescott family after all. Because no sane woman kills her own blood.”He looked away, still sitting on the floor, then reached for his glass and downed what was left in one quick swallow.“She might’ve been the one who gave birth to Harry’s mom,” I continued, half-thinking aloud, “because she wanted a girl so badly. Maybe that obsession with perfection pushed her over the edge. But it didn’t work out the way she wanted, so she gave up or pretended to care. Then she clung to your dad, maybe even used him.…”I stopped, groaning. “Ugh, what am I even saying? I was the one insisting she couldn’t be Harry’s mother because no

Kyle kissed me on the forehead as I was still panting slowly, my chest heaving up and down. And then he got up and I sat up too, my eyes fixed on him as he walked into the bathroom. I looked down at my exposed chest, and to my surprise, I wasn’t really embarrassed, just a little self-conscious. I smiled slightly to myself, feeling a sense of vulnerability that I couldn’t quite explain. Then Kyle poked his head out of the bathroom door, a hint of amusement in his eyes.“Want me to shower you?” he asked, his voice low and teasing, and I felt a flutter in my stomach. I grabbed the sheet and wrapped it quickly around my body, now feeling a little more secure with it covering me. I stood up and walked towards him, trying to play it cool despite the fact that my heart was racing. “No, thank you,” I said, trying to sound casual, but my voice came out a little breathy.He chuckled and came out of the bathroom, his eyes crinkling at the corners, and I went inside the bathroom, dropping the

After I finished, I headed downstairs and found Lucas still waiting for me. Without a word, we stepped outside. I spotted one of the guards and quickly told him, "I'll be right back."Lucas had brought his car, and he opened the door for me before sliding into the driver’s seat. As we pulled onto the street, I noticed his hands shaking against the steering wheel, just slightly, like a tremor. "Are you okay?"I asked. He glanced at me, his nerves flickering in his eyes before he fixed them back on the road. "You’ve been asking me that since I got to the house,"* he muttered. "Because you don’t look okay," I shot back. "And where are we even going?""Somewhere I can tell you everything,"he said, his grip steadying but I kept staring at his hands. The shaking had stopped, but the unease in my chest didn’t. Something was wrong. I just didn’t know what."Can I ask you something?" Lucas said, his voice now low. "Yeah?""If you had to choose between me and Kyle... who would you pick?

Kyle glanced at me and then back at the two detectives, and without saying a word, the detectives nodded as if there was a silent understanding among them. “We’ll be waiting for you,” one of the detectives said, and they both left, making me to turn back to Kyle, who was looking at me. “What’s going on?” I asked, and he took my hand, letting out a slow breath.“Uh, Naina, I’ll be going with the detectives, but I can’t leave you here by yourself. How about I call the driver to take you home?” he suggested, clearly trying to dodge my questions.That was how the detectives arrived at the hospital when Harry had an accident to take him in for questioning, and they were doing it once more. Noticing my silence, he gently squeezed my hand. “Everything will be…” he hesitated, his voice trailing off, and I could see in his eyes the struggle to find