All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Contracted Bride: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

A few days have passed since I woke up, yet I still sense that something feels off, and I was in the exercise room with Kyle assisting me because the doctor thought it was necessary. No one was saying much, not even Vivian, it was just typical days where I ate, exercised, slept, and had brief conversations, nothing more. That was all there was to it. I realized it was Kyle’s idea, as if he was trying to protect me from something. But what could it possibly be? He was aiding me with the stretching of my legs, and I caught his gaze. When he noticed I was looking at him, he paused. “Is something wrong? Am I doing it incorrectly?” he asked. “I overheard the nurses mention that you're the CEO,” I replied, and then he averted his gaze while continuing to help stretch my legs. “What truly happened during the two and a half weeks I was unconscious?” I questioned. “Nothing important occurred,” he answered. “Then why are you avoiding my eyes?” I pressed, and he paused to look at me.

Vivian and I stood together, clasping hands as we looked at Amy's photograph. The quiet between us felt comfortable, a shared moment of contemplation. Eventually, we turned to leave, and as we walked away, I brought up my next stop."I want to visit Lucas as well," I said, my gaze fixed ahead."Without Kyle?" Vivian asked, and I offered a gentle smile, my thoughts drifting to Kyle."I'm certain Kyle would have come today too," I replied.Vivian acknowledged this with a nod, and we carried on our journey.As we drove to the familiar spot, memories surged within me. This was the same place where Lucas and Kyle had fought, the place where Kyle had come to see his brother, believing he was dead. I recalled the day I’d visited here with Kyle the day after my hospital discharge, the emotions that had overwhelmed me.The feelings of anger and hurt toward Lucas started to reemerge that very day, but thinking about forgiveness made my heart feel lighter, as I understood that the actions of th

I sat down nervously, my gaze drifting aimlessly as my mind went blank. Vivian's voice suddenly broke the silence, snapping me back to reality. “Hey bride, what are you thinking?”she asked with a warm smile. I turned to her, forcing a smile onto my face as she continued chatting with the event planner. The decorators flitted around me, making last-minute adjustments to my white wedding dress, while the photographer moved discreetly, capturing the perfect shot. But my attention wandered again, lost in thought.Vivian noticed my distraction and approached me“Is everything alright, Naina?” she asked softly, looking concerned . “Today is such a happy day, and you should be happy,”she added, her words a gentle reminder. I knew she was right , today was the day I was finally marrying Kyle Prescott, the man who had finally captured my heart in his own way. However, even with the joy that should be abundant, I couldn’t shake the persistent feeling of unease.Why was I not experiencing the

His kiss turned deeper, hotter, as if he’d been holding back all night and now he wasn’t going to anymore. His hands moved with purpose, one sliding down my waist, the other cupping the side of my face as he kissed me like he meant to own every part of me.And maybe he already did.His mouth left mine, trailing hot, open kisses down my neck. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for tonight,” he whispered against my skin, his voice rough and hungry.“Then what are you waiting for?” I whispered back He pulled back just enough to look at me, really look at me, his eyes dark, intense, full of heat and something deeper.“Say the word,” he murmured. “And I’ll carry you upstairs right now.”I didn’t hesitate. “Take me.” I said The moment the words left my mouth, he scooped me up into his arms without warning. I let out a startled laugh, wrapping my arms around his neck.“God, I love you,” he said, kissing my forehead as he started up the stairs.“And I love you more” I whispered.When

Mrs. Jones kept trying to get me to say something, but I couldn’t. My throat was tight, my mind spinning. She eventually excused herself to get me something to drink.I stood up slowly, my legs shaky beneath me, and walked to the mirror in the corner of the room. I stared at my reflection.That’s when the memories from the hypnosis started rushing in.I saw myself at the orphanage. A much younger me… screaming, crying, setting fire to part of the building. My voice echoed in my head: “Stop hurting us!” I could see the adults’ faces, shocked, wide-eyed throwing uneasy glances at one another. And then... their whispers. “She’s the perfect candidate.”I shut my eyes tight, as if that would stop the flood. But it only made it worse.I saw it clear as day, the night I ended up in Kyle’s room after the party. I wasn’t just drugged. I had intentionally gone there.And then more, memories I’d never seen before, memories I didn’t even know existed. Like watching someone else’s life… only it wa