บททั้งหมดของ The CEO'S Chubby Contract Wife: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Just as she was about to fully enter, she froze, her body stiffening mid-step. Her eyes locked on mine, wide with recognition—or was it disbelief?—etched deep into her face.Her stare made me uneasy. I couldn’t place her. Who was she? And why was she looking at me like that?The judge’s stern voice sliced through the tension in the room. “We have laws here, madam. The court will continue in the next three days. You can return then, and if the accuser still wants the case off, we’ll proceed accordingly. But at this stage, you don't have an option.”The woman didn’t respond. Her eyes were still fixed on me, unblinking, as if she were trying to read a secret etched onto my skin.She started approaching, slow and deliberate. My muscles tensed instinctively. My gaze locked on hers, unwilling to show fear but confused, completely thrown off. My heart pounded.Then, chaos.A voice shouted over the murmurs. A newscaster in a navy jacket with a fuzzy mic in hand lunged at me, camera lights fla

Lyra didn’t say a word.The woman stood just a few feet from her hospital bed, but Lyra kept her gaze fixed on the far wall, her face blank, her body stiff.A thick silence swallowed the room.After a few minutes, her father cleared his throat. “Lyra… she’s talking to you.”Still, Lyra didn’t move. Her voice came low, flat. “Tell her to get out of here.”“Lyra!” her father, Rafi, and Barrister Kuti said at the same time, alarmed by her tone.“I said—” Lyra shouted now, her voice sharp, breaking through the tension like glass, “—tell her to get out of here!”The woman didn’t flinch. Instead, she took a breath and spoke softly, almost gently. “It’s very important information. It concerns your life… and your future.”“Ahhhhh!” Lyra screamed, bursting into a sob, hands trembling. “I don’t want the information! Go away!”She sat up abruptly and tried to get off the bed, her legs swinging to the floor as if she intended to run. Her hospital gown flared slightly as she moved.Barrister Kuti

Lucian looked up slowly, his jaw tightening. His eyes darkened like a storm cloud gathering force, the silence around him almost suffocating.He didn’t blink.Didn’t breathe.Just stared.“I know why she came,” he muttered, voice low and bitter, his gaze cold as stone. “You gave her money, told her to disappear, didn't you? That’s what brought her back.”The guard standing before him shifted uneasily, caught between fear and duty. He gave a slight nod, confirming Lucian's suspicion.Lucian’s voice was flat. “Go. Add more to it.”The guard turned to leave, and after a minute, he returned, but barely opened his mouth when Lucian snapped like thunder.“If she says it's small, add more!” he barked. “Just make sure she disappears!”His voice echoed through the marble hallways of the mansion like a whip. The tension in the air was thick.“And don’t disturb me again,” he hissed, waving a hand toward the door. “Get lost.”The guard didn’t dare linger. He bowed quickly and vanished.Not even f

Lyra'S POV"What?!" I blurted, my eyes wide as I spun around to face her.The nurse gave a small nod, her eyes not flinching from mine. My hands curled into fists at my sides. I wanted to strangle her for daring to say that—how dare she? Did she think tossing this lie would magically make me forgive or believe her? I turned sharply toward Lucian, and there he was, watching me again with those unreadable eyes. I hated the way his gaze made me feel—cornered and confused."Please," came Barrister Kuti’s voice, stern and laced with exhaustion, "you have done what brought you to this court. Kindly leave Lyra alone."I shifted my glare to the nurse, scanning her from head to toe with disgust before letting out a sharp hiss. "Mtssw," I scoffed under my breath, brushing past her with cold determination. My heels echoed against the courtroom floor, each step deliberate. Rafi followed right behind me, her hand lightly brushing my arm for support."Can you wait—please, just hear me out!, Please"

She entered a room—dim, sterile, the kind of office meant to be impersonal but still stank of secrets. The camera paused briefly. The grainy footage jittered, then steadied, showing the inside.Then we saw her.“Mila,” I breathed, almost choking on the name.“Mila,” my parents echoed beside me.“Limy?” Lucian said, almost too low to hear, confusion wrapped around his voice like a fog. His brow furrowed as he stepped closer to the screen, disbelief draining the color from his face.The woman on the screen—Mila—stood confidently near a cheap metal desk, her arms folded as though she was used to hiding terrible things beneath fine clothing.My heart dropped like it had been cut loose from its string.“No... No—no, no, no!” I gasped, stumbling a little as I leaned into the bench for support.The footage played silently, but the images said everything. A nurse—shifty-eyed, holding a newborn wrapped in a hospital cloth—stepped forward. Mila smiled, opened her designer purse, and pulled out