All Chapters of The CEO'S Chubby Contract Wife: Chapter 41 - Chapter 44

Lucian’s POV“I want to go out from here! Please—help me!”The desperate voice pierced through the room, sharp. My heart jolted. I pushed myself up from the chair, my legs heavy but fueled by sudden urgency.I followed the direction of the cry, my footsteps echoing against the marble floor. Zane, to my shock, didn’t stop me. Instead, he trailed behind in silence, his smirk increasing, his eyes unreadable.We reached a door on the far end of the room. Without hesitation, Zane stepped forward and placed his palm on the lock. The door slid open with a hiss.The sight before me left me frozen.Inside the room, more than five ladies were sprawled across the floor, tied hand and leg with thick ropes. Their clothes were torn, their faces pale and gaunt. The air reeked of sweat and tears. Their eyes widened when they saw me, some pleading, some too broken to react at all.My words caught in my throat. I wanted to say something, anything, but the horror silenced me.“You all here,” Zane began,

Lyra’s POV“As your father, it’s a command that you must follow him.”The words struck like a hammer, firm, unyielding. My father’s voice carried that weight that always made me freeze as a little girl, yet tonight it only churned my anger.“Oh, Dad, what did he do to you that makes you so blind?” I shouted, my throat trembling with suppressed tears. “How can you stand here and tell me to follow him after everything? Did you forget he’s behind everything that ruined my life?”The room fell into heavy silence. Nobody breaths. The walls themselves seemed to hold their breath, watching the storm that cracked open inside me.Then—Mom broke. Her cry shattered that silence. She covered her face with both hands, shoulders trembling. “So I cannot beg you? Cannot look for one favor from my own daughter?” Her voice cracked, begging. “This is the only way you can be safe. Please, Lyra. Please.”Her tears rolled, but it was her next words that tore me open.“Or should we kneel for you?”The sight