All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Contracted Bride: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

After what Mrs Prescott said That did it.Kyle clenched his jaw, his eyes darting away like he couldn’t take looking at her anymore. Then, without another word, he turned toward the stairs.“I think you should leave,” he said coldly. “And if you’ll excuse me…” he said And he walked away.The sound of his footsteps echoing up the stairs was followed by the soft slam of a door.And just like that, Mrs. Prescott was left standing in the middle of the room, looking completely unbothered like she hadn’t just torn open old wounds.I stood there in the silence, staring at her, my chest tight, my fists clenched at my sides.I didn’t know what she wanted next but I knew this was only the beginning.“What do you think you’re doing?” I askedMrs. Prescott didn’t flinch. She turned her head slowly, eyes still glimmering with that cruel calmness she always wore like perfume.“I don’t think he’ll ever get off the guilt that he killed his own brother,” she said, almost in amusement. Her lips curle

I stared at him, frozen. The weight of his words pressed against my chest like a slow, spreading fire, one that warmed and burned all at once.“I love you,” he said again, softer this time, like a prayer, like he was finally confessing something he’d been hiding even from himself.My breath caught in my throat.Kyle.This Kyle wasn't supposed to say those words. He wasn’t the man who fell in love. He was cold, closed off, untouchable. The kind of man who lived behind walls, who didn’t just let people in.He was pain dressed in a suit. A storm in human form. And yet, here he was standing in front of me, all the walls gone, speaking the words I never thought I’d hear from his lips.“You can’t just say that,” I whispered, not out of anger, but because my heart didn’t know what to do with those words.“I know,” he said quickly, as if afraid I would run. He stepp

We rushed down the stairs, hearts still racing from the scream. I expected chaos, maybe even blood but instead, I found two maids huddled near the wall, one clutching her chest like she’d seen a ghost.Then I saw it.A puppy.A small, fluffy ball of white fur bouncing around on the polished marble floor like it owned the place.I blinked. “Wait… what?”The terrified maid backed up another step, eyes wide and borderline hysterical.Then Kyle appeared, walking in from the east wing. His brows furrowed in confusion as he took in the scene, two startled maids, me in a robe at the foot of the stairs, and the tiny intruder wagging its tail like this was all some grand game.“Ohh,” he said suddenly, face lighting up. “It’s Naky.”“Naky?” I echoed, baffled, as he bent down to scoop up the puppy.“Yes. That’s what I named him,”

After the sudden revelation, leaving the orphanage felt like escaping a dark chapter written long before I even knew how to read it.The sun was setting slowly, casting long shadows across the field as we approached the car. The secretary stood patiently, holding the puppy in his arms. Kyle talked to the man and gave the man a quiet nod and slipped some money into his hand , probably a small gesture of gratitude for unlocking something far heavier than just a rusted gate.The puppy barked softly as Kyle took her back from the secretary. She wagged her tail, happy to see us, but I wasn’t in the mood to return the same energy.Not now.I entered the car in silence, and Kyle followed. He muttered something to the driver“Take us to the beach first” and then leaned back into his seat with the puppy curled gently on his lap.The drive felt like a blur.I stared out the window, not really seeing anything

Kyle was the first to dash out of the house, not waiting for explanations or goodbyes.  I glanced back at Vivian. I met her eyes and gave her a look, just a silent nod that said,  we’ll talk later, I’ll be back.  She gave a small nod in return, her lips slightly parted like she wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words.I followed Kyle outside. The moment the secretary who must have been waiting for us saw us coming, his face paled slightly. His lips parted as if to speak, but he stopped himself, realizing this wasn’t the moment for questions. He quickly opened the back door and Kyle slid into the car without a word. Then he walked briskly around to the other side and opened the door for me. I got in, not saying anything either. He joined us in the driver seat and started the engine with a forceful twist of his wrist.The car rolled into motion, but the silence was deafening. It wasn’t the