Semua Bab The Billionaire’s Contracted Bride: Bab 61 - Bab 70

“As long as you never tell him to stay, then it’s fine,” Kyle said, picking up another slice of the apple with his fork. His voice was calm, but there was something underneath like a quiet warning. I couldn’t find the words to respond and my  throat tightenedThen he stopped chewing, and his eyes slowly lifted to mine, sharp and searching.“Don’t tell me he already asked you... and you told him to stay?” he asked, his tone rising just slightly. My silence was enough of an answer “Oh, damnit, Naina,” he muttered, more to himself than to me. His voice was that of frustration, not just the usual kind, but something deeper, disappointment, maybe even fear.“What?” I snapped, my voice a little higher now. “You all wanted him to leave but why? He just wants to stay, so why can’t he? What’s so wrong with that?”Kyle dropped the fork on t

I think my silence said it all. I didn’t have to answer her question , the way my face froze, the way my eyes gave me away, it was enough. She saw right through me. She knew.I had two moles on the sole of my right foot.And that alone… it confirmed everything DK said. That I was his first love.But… am I?I felt a strange chill crawl down my back, like a memory I couldn’t reach was trying to surface, but it just wouldn’t. How could this be real? How could I be his first love?I watched as Mrs. Jones stood up quietly, walked over to the shelf at the corner of the room. Her fingers trailed lightly across the row of neatly arranged files like she knew exactly what she was looking for. She didn’t rush. She moved with purpose, like this was something she’d been waiting to do.After a few seconds, she pulled one of the files out , thick, slightly worn at the edges. She came bac

I looked at the TV one last time, Amy’s face still shining through that screen like she was trying to speak to me from somewhere far away.And then I grabbed my bag and rushed out of the restaurant. I didn’t wait. I couldn’t.I just wanted to breathe.When I stepped outside, I saw Kyle’s secretary standing at the corner like some statue. He glanced at me, but I ignored him. I didn’t care what he thought or what Kyle would say.I waved down the first cab I saw and got in.“Where to, ma’am?” the driver asked.I didn’t even think twice. “Hagh Morgue,” I said quietly.I had seen that name flash on the news, and something in me had known that was where I needed to be.The cab pulled away, and the city moved outside the window, fast and blurry. My mind was just like that, fast and blurry, filled with questions I didn’t know how to ask, filled with pain I di

“What are you doing here, ma’am?” a voice snapped behind me.Startled, I nearly dropped the photo frame. My fingers trembled as I carefully returned it to its spot, heart racing. I turned slowly.It was the maid.Her eyes were sharp…., less like a servant, more like a gatekeeper. I forced a faint smile.“I—I lost my way,” I lied. A useless excuse. We both knew it.She didn’t say a word, just watched me.I walked out of the room, trying to keep my steps calm, measured, even though inside I was unraveling. I lost my way, I had said and maybe that wasn’t a lie after all.I made my way downstairs, found my bag, and left without another word. I couldn’t face Mrs. Prescott anymore. not like this. Not when my mind was spinning out of control.I stepped out into the daylight, but nothing felt clear.Why was I in that picture?Why couldn’

It took me a moment before Kyle’s voice drifted back into earshot. He was still reading, but now with more intensity less like he was reading to me and more like he was absorbed in the world inside the pages.Then he stopped abruptly and looked at me, eyes slightly narrowed in disbelief.“How the hell would he sell his dog?” he asked, incredulous, like I’d been following every word he’s been reading. Luckily, I had read the book before, and I knew exactly which part he was at.“Maybe because he’s too broke to even feed his dog?” I offered, my voice hesitant half answering, half questioning.Kyle’s brows furrowed. “So he sold the dog to someone else… so the dog would have a better life?” he repeated, almost like he was trying to convince himself of it.I watched him, how seriously he took it, how invested he was. It was oddly… endearing. But also fascinating. This was the same Kyle who used to shrug off everything that didn’t directly benefit him. Now here he was, caring about a fict