Semua Bab The CEO'S Chubby Contract Wife: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Zane’s POVLyra’s cheeks were still tear‑stained when I offered her my hand. For three heartbeats she only stared, eyes raw yet shining with a stubborn ember I couldn’t help admiring. “Thank you… but I need to find a way to save myself, not be saved again.”Her voice quivered, but the words landed like tempered steel.I let my palm fall to my side and chuckled softly. “Oh, girl, I’m not saving you—just offering you a toolbox so you can pry open the bars yourself.”She studied me a moment longer—searching for strings, maybe—and then dipped her head. “Excuse me. Thank you.” She turned and slipped through the French doors, disappearing into corridors gilded with Lucian’s money and misery.I watched until only emptiness stared back.“I’ll give her three days,” I murmured to the night. “If she doesn’t ask—and things get worse—I’ll handle it, whether she begs me or not.”I huffed a laugh. “By now she should understand when a man is showing care. I thought all girls spoke that language, but

His lips crashed into mine before I could even think, let alone speak. The kiss was hungry, demanding, and I felt my resistance crumble instantly. His hand gripped my ass, squeezing hard enough to make me gasp into his mouth. I could feel the heat of his palm through the fabric of my jeans, and it sent a jolt straight to my core. My body betrayed me, arching into him as his tongue pushed past my lips, claiming me in a way that left no room for hesitation.I barely registered his other hand sliding under my shirt, his fingers skimming up my stomach until they found the edge of my bra. He paused for a moment, his lips still locked on mine, and then he pulled back just enough to look down. His fingers brushed against something unexpected—the phone I put there, tucked haphazardly into my bra. He pulled it out, holding it up between us with a smirk.“What’s this?” he asked, his voice low and teasing. His eyes flicked from the phone to me, and I could see the amusement dancing in them. “is

He kept dragging me along the road. People pointed and stared, whispering behind their hands, but he didn’t care. My head stayed low, shame crawling over my skin like a rash. My limbs felt heavy, my soul even heavier. I was already weak—both inside and out.We stopped in front of a wide glass building. I only looked up when I heard him shout, “Captain! Captain! Captain!”That’s when I saw the signage: a gym. Everyone inside stopped what they were doing and turned their eyes on us. Their judgment hit me harder than the sun scorching above.“I want you to train this hippo body,” Lucian spat coldly, shoving me forward. I staggered, almost falling, until a tall, muscular man stepped forward to catch me.The man blinked in surprise. “Sir, she’s a woman. Women should be treated with gentleness.”Lucian cut him off with a harsh glare. “I’m paying you. Don’t tell me how to rule my world. Just do what I asked.” He turned and stormed off, leaving silence and tension in his wake.I sank to my kn

Lyra'S POV Lillian cried so much, her little arms clinging to my leg like chains forged in love and innocence. For a moment, I thought maybe I should stay… just a little longer. But no. I can’t. Not anymore. Zane didn’t say anything after that. He only turned away and gave instructions to one of the drivers. Then he handed me his card. “Call me when you get there,” he said, voice soft, eyes unreadable. I nodded, fingers closing around the card like it was my last anchor. The car ride was silent. My heart, though, was anything but. It beat erratically, caught between freedom and fear. As we neared the hospital, I stared at the entrance, expecting to see them—Mom’s fragile form wrapped in warmth, Dad’s guarded stare. I rushed to Room 104, the one etched in my memory like it was carved with a blade. Empty. No sheets. No flowers. No machines humming with quiet dread. A nurse walked past and I called out, “Excuse me—my mother, she was here—Miriam William's?” “Oh… yes.

Lyra's POVI quickly turned around—and there he was.Lucian.My heart thudded, but I held my ground, narrowing my eyes."Nothing. Excuse me," I muttered, brushing past him with clenched fists. I didn’t want to look at him. I didn’t even want to breathe the same air. My whole body trembled with urgency—I needed to get home, I needed to check that phone… and the diary."Hey! Why so early?" came Zane's voice from behind me. I turned, startled."Nothing. I just… I have something urgent to attend to," I said. But my voice cracked, and I couldn’t hide the tremble in my hands.He looked at me closely, his brows furrowed. "Are you okay?" He took a cautious step forward.I nodded quickly. "I’m fine.""Okay then," he said slowly. "Let me take you back." He opened the car door and drove it closer. I got in without saying another word.The ride back to the hostel was quiet. Too quiet.I kept staring through the window, trying to calm my heartbeat. Zane kept glancing at me, one hand on the wheel,